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A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most.
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away–
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky–
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips–red over a pale impression,
Muttering words of things of the faraway place.
I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most.
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky.
Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky.
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place.
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss–
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most.
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!–
Far away; and in my place leave no impression.
Rid it! On her alone, I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky.
Her eyes would haunt me screaming: “Why didn’t you take me, with you, away
To the place we had dreamed–the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good–better than most.
Even so, rid me of it, with one final kiss.
A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss;
Its dying breath trailing a wispy impression.
With that, I lost what it was I wanted the most;
Bartered for the image of a different sky.
Alas, a different time in a different place;
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away.
Now, a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss–
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place–
For the place I left, leaving no impression–
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky.
It was a dull Christmas eve, still, it was better than most.
Now, in a place far away, making many an impression,
Oh, how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky.
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most
(sigh)
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2017
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Imagine we could fall in love
Then love and die
To live in love
Lost and broken
Done and gone
Imagine we were not but one
A feather breeze
Eternal passion
Fall to static void
Infinity ends
Imagine I’m lost without you
Then I find you
And am still lost
But there’s nothing more
To be found
Imagine snow falls on a summer noon
Imagine Santa in Easter
Imagine some born with a paper spoon
Imagine Everest crumbling to dust
Imagine us falling apart.
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2015
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Ketchup or mustard
Which would you bread with custard
For breakfast in bed
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2015
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Have you ever sat on a fence
And watched the birds fly by?
Have you ever looked through a lens
At the bedazzling night sky?
Ever thought about the pens
That trudged the great pages of history
Or the darkness that now shrouds the mind in mystery?
Have you ever wandered ashore
Close beside the roaring sea?
Have you ever pondered a whore
Her pride like a burning tree?
Ever considered before
The futility of passive continuity
In exclusively-independent, multilateral loops of parsevity?...
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2011
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Calabash cracks
On the frond chair
Splinters
Black sash, then sparks
Tooth, bone and hair
Whispers
Patter-patter
Footfalls on stone
Midnight
Blood-moon and fog
Shadows haunting
Mist-white
White dress, bare feet
Root, foot… slipped
Whimpers
Neck and wrist slit
Wine of soul, spilled
Sputters
Dawn and duskblade
Spell rites fulfilled
Hunters.
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2016
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This piece was done with help from a friend, Homer(@chrysomer on Instagram), please do check him out. We took turns, alternating with each line. He began, then on and on it went. I’ll be starting his lines with “[H]” and mine with “[P]”, so keep track if you can??
I’m a fan of Brent Weeks’. Some content is tied to ideas used in his Shadow Books: ‘Beyond the Shadows’, ‘Shadow’s Edge’, and ‘The Way of Shadows'(must reads, for all epic fantasy, fiction lovers out there).
Enjoy!
WARRIOR KING’S PLIGHT
[H] Despondent delinquent, I gaze into an abyss
[P] My raging ruler’s spirit, impugning as is
[H] Fiery and blazing, like a dragon’s breath it seethes
[P] Would that winter dawns upon my gazing
[H] But winter frolics and brings with it seasons whitening
[P] And neither snow nor white ash could taint this pitch
[H] The gods had already pissed and ruined its green
[P] Now myrtle and mistletoe, birds never may preen
[H] Not hens, not eagles nor owls may perch
[P] Still I gazed into this abyss, this pitch, watching it stretch
[H] The length of the waste was in miles at best
[P] The breadth of it, the monsters! a roaming nest
[H] Vicious and hungry, they roamed for prey, eyes wandering, they suddenly settled on me
[P] But I expected this, longed for the chaos; Come!
[H] They lunged forward, baring their frightening teeth, some still drooping the flesh of fresh meat
[P] I draw my savage broadsword, cloaked in rage and revenge
[H] Glittering with the black diamonds entrusted to me in Hades
[P] My stance paints an undying picture, and Cerulean steel meets pitch
[H] My blade whistles a singsong of vengeance, eager to spill blood in this battlefield
[P] I am one man
[H] My sword is legion
[P] My will drives my blade, my will overwhelms my reality; when does it end?
[H] It just did, he snapped out of his 3D and sighed heavily
[P] Lol… That was a good one
There was no theme or working structure to this. We just randomly started this in a group on WhatsApp.
Please, don't forget to comment. :)
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2016
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I'll stay right here, waiting for you
Here where the sky's still blue
And true love holds true
Here where the mangoes bruise
But still squeeze sweet juice
I'll stay right here, pine after love
Here where the dew sits cold
And morning brings doves
Here where breeze and butterflies
Flowergasm air and land
I'll stay right here, pretty and perfect
Here where beauty fades but never ends
I'll stay right here, radiant and dashing
Here for a time, among many like me
Many like me, beautiful in a brightly-colored, sad and broken way
Wilting away waiting for you
You that sees just me among many like me
I pray you come to me soon
Lest I be pluck't by a more timely, less desirable hand
I'll stay right here, my love
Hurry... I can't stop them from falling
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2016
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The water rolls off my skin
I think of you
A feast for two
Hello Love,
How are you?
Let me begin by saying, you may misunderstand me, you may not, but you most likely will.
I remember when we first met. You'd waited hours for me to show.
You in your jeans and platform shoes, jacket and headphones.
Your beautiful hair framing an even more beautiful face.
You wore a bracelet I carry even now... and gum, don't forget the gum.
I knew the moment I saw you, that you were she.
I could tell you expected me to be more.
You'd never say, because "those things don't matter" and they really don't.
Point is, I thought you were HOT!
We found a room; your lips took my breath away.
Softest I'd ever set my lips on, and full. Made my chest swell and my toes tingle.
I was cautious; you were beautiful.
Your bra came off; my mind exploded.
Your nipples.......................(so I got stuck in memory land at this point, escaping with the gift of hardness)
And thus WE began.
You sweet, sweet thing!
I hate to make you less than overwhelmingly joyful, but find that everything I do does just that.
I know you loved me.
And I love the way you loved me.
I just didn't understand it as I should have, sooner; but that's human.
It's the limitations that give effort any meaning.
I love you fitfully.
If there're people that would jump off a cliff without a chute to catch and save you, I would be counted among them.
If there is someone who would block a bullet for you, I would know his mind like it is mine.
But the little things matter just as much.
I just... never really knew how to do those things, or understood them.
I try...
I'm getting better, I think...
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2016
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WHAT
TREASURES hid in clay
We see them everyday
Like water, air and light we need
We need them everyday
WHAT ever can we say
These treasures on life's way
We rarely even see their worth
But we see them anyway
BEAUTIFUL may you stay
A precious gem I pray
And that your years be glorious (and blessed, and fulfilling, and all you desire)
Also, Happy Birthday!!
PEOPLE! Celebrate, yay!
Let children come out to play
It's Golden Treasureversary
A star was born today
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2017
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The Collector reckons debtors' folly
Aye, quicker than Hermes leaves to return
Once violent dictator, rightful surely
Now sequestered and fettered, so to mourn
As to whether a feather could weather a tether
A tether formed from the toughest of leather
Much as wood could never weather metal
Le debtor must pay with wage, grain et al
Round around this big blue dream in its time
For when man should deign to dim the vestal
Day ends and night dawns, in time, all is mine
La Muerte beckons the living fondly
Ye, e'en more than Echo is taciturn
All living alike regardless how motley
To Hades who then would for those life would spurn
Pull the clever lever of forever and ever
For ever in a realm some have called nether
To stop the once living from once again going fetal
Hopes and dreams, all things placed on pedestals
Wind-carried ash, a suphuric pantomime
Of mysteries and fables, anecdotal
Day ends and night dawns, in time, all is mine
Still, time would cause a flower to wither
Of the strata of the ether
Of things banal, of things transcendental
None may surpass the order parental
May a man feast with evil, may he dine
Unscathed to kick the bill, his foot, now moral? (sigh)
Day ends and night dawn, in time, all is mine
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2019
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