Fan in close proximity to my breast
Large and tinted pink
You drink in my dance of squirming
You love how I wear my abash
My heartbeat upon my face
You see it…you feel it
You’re in the shadows
I’m haunted by your presence
yet, I’m “addicted to your alchemy”
the outcome of which frightens me
I can’t see your face but I know
that you’re more handsome than anyone
has a right to be…confident that you are
painted upon the pages of history
Nameless…faceless entity
You slay me
I faint under your thumb that snaps me
as I pose on the love seat
Why can’t I run
Why don’t I
Are you a phantom…I fathom
you’re wrapped in black silk
from head to toe
I’ll grab my cross, you must know
However flash need a dash of humility
Whenever rash need a splash of civility
If ever brash need panache & nobility
However much ability can be a liability
Forever a proclivity for mental fragility
Senility forget the limits of their capability
When you flunk debunk the junk of hostility
Abash at that dash and lash was just trash
To really become cricketing divinity for infinity
If you blow make a hash of it show a bit of humility
Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils
woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus
& abash earth
drowsy petrichor
on
parched earth
fall mist lyrics
of
glyphs thrum
in sepia tones
of
whimpers
& heart hums
of
lengthy
boyhood
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's
agonizing chimes
In shadowy
kaleidoscope
dystopian swoon
climax is symphonic
&
thunderous melancholy
of
tearful farewell
remove dust mote
of
gramophone groove
daily spirit sweep
clean mental dust
&
embrace gratitude
& love
life's melody won't die
eclectic idiosyncrasy
happiness bid
Written: November 03, 2022
The Plot Against the Giant:
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
-by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Discourage from doing something by instilling doubt or fear of the consequences
The act of intimidating a weaker person to make them do something.
Intimidation:Gundagardi, badmashi, darana, dhamkana, dadagiri.
The act of making timid or fearful or of deterring by threats.
To make timid or fearful;to inspire of affect with fear;
To deter, as by threats; to dishearten; to abash.
To compel or deter by or as if by threats.
Lessen your crimes now and give ear to me
Perhaps I can still make you understand
How a force for bad you've chosen to be
To many in the firm grip of your hand.
You cajole the one, abash the other;
Promise acceptance, threaten rejection.
All in an unfair attempt to smother
The voice of good, and enthrone perversion.
Do I wish you were not in existence?
Would I really snuff the life out of you?
Far from it, I recognize the potence
In you to cheer and uphold what is due.
Decide, then, to turn a new leaf today,
And I may have good about you to say.
Cake is the thing which betters ~
The leanness of my soul ~
And frosts ornate the naked plate ~
And pleases one ~ and all ~
And sweetest ~ is the bite ~ that's warm
A sinful sugared slice ~
Though sorely adding to my form
I shan't abash the price ~
I've tasted as a chilly dish ~
Eaten at dawn and noon ~
Yet ~ never ~ in regret or wish,
I've left a crumb ~ too soon.
1/11/21
(a take on Emily Dickinson's poem 'Hope is the thing with feathers')
Life is to live
With eternal love
Love's to integrate
Not to discriminate
Role of human changes
But their love has no ranges
Abash them with kind
To punish the wrong and unkind
Invention is obviated
To live every mortal being uninterrupted
WET WINTER OF SPRING
O wet wet Winter of Spring!
The cool rushing season of rain.
O Adam’s sons and daughters,
Inspire the West! Upend the fires!
The battle ax lays low the forest,
Leaping with dinosaur shadows.
A flicker of water would quench
And lick up the ferocious ash.
Abash the seams of the living seed,
embers of the demonic weed of hell.
Sweep clean the hearth, sweet Eve.
Deliver woe to the child of dust.
O wet wet Winter of Spring!
Delicious child of Georgia heat.
Applause from heaven sounds
As you deliver bad news and retreat.
The stagecoach overhead
Rushes for sodden gold.
Hear the stampede of men.
Horses snort out the stench.
Lewis and Clark needed for a venture.
Or the Balta sled with cure of snow.
Even Chinese water torture land ho.
A river of enormous size would quench
The Western beat, the trodden heat
O treacherous molten seizure of land
Trade with the Eastern blizzard of rain
Boats bob in Georgia. Flames tame the coast.
O luscious Winter of Spring delivers a sled full of woe.
8/1/2018
Lit candles dance to the
overture,
Shadows play with the flicker of lure,
The sleeping beast trapped in the barred room,
Somewhere deep underneath the forest floor,
Drunk with the knowledge from the tree of life,
A vigilant moon abash as the solar paramour,
Spirits dance a ghostly waltz deep into night,
Waiting for this enchantress forever more,
The forest now beckons us to return with its nocturnal call,
Amidst the baying of rapid fiends,
The land of the dead waiting for our downfall,
For there is much more waiting to be seen.
(2017)
sudden
sun never come out on my site
butterfly all around me
singing their beautiful song
twinkle twinkle the stars are here
men never come out on my site
because all mirrors belonged to me
they sang in deep voice
come come the beauty is here
now cockroaches crow grows on my clothes
flow flooding saliva never end
no one selfie with me, and
walls slams behind my face
then I have live piece block of sefie
for the inferno of earth,
in the abash of darkness
beauty have killed me
Every new year we
plant a golden tree of hope
End up in abash
____________________
Date - 4th January 2017
Your blandishments
twist___twist___twist
contorting my form
abash my mind
wisp___wisp___wisp
Seasons Coalesce
Cycles reset
Patterns, Habits,
Evolve and regress
Exhausted
Fast for the Sabbath
Reasons to rest
Memories to regret
Sacked , accost.
Divest. Pay the clocks price
An eternal toll
Raped of life, sucked out soul.
Trapped verbal lessons, hooked with ****.
Confusing intention
I abash her with derision
Trenchant Poems
And my myopic vision.
Sick selfish sabotage
Malevolent inventions
Disesteem who I’ve become
Hate this so called home
Adeem this crooked loan.
end
10-18
Since it was you my heart
was
given
since it was you
In a cloudy night
And a whistling wind
In all thin season
Why today you abash me
like
dried leaves
You pierce my heart in
shambolic manner
You contempt my heart like
gloomed flowers.
It is you!
The distresses of my mind
Your beauty bisects my
heart in
solitary ecstasy
Your beauty that
brightens the
African sky
Make my love bodacious
like
summer night
Like costly garment and
African
attire
Like invaluable jewel
hanging on
Black damsel's neck
Since it was you
You anomalous attitude
cannot
infuriate me
But to conjure me.
Written by: Ajeyemi
Wasiu .A.
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