Those days were like rows of paper dolls
Before the lovely whisper of passion
In charmed, heavenly color schemes
releasing my disinterest from me.
Your allure under lovely lodging eyes
If I flee, I might be gone forever
The moon heard falling echoes
A romantic poetry downpour
I'm floating on your waves
carry me to the beach.
AMBIVALENT
The swallowing of a morsel can't be justified
If the stomach still hurts.
Scorpion– the shining demon,
who doesn't stop until it’s quashed
applauds as it was filled with goosebumps.
A dog with two tails–yet barks,
and they say the future of the unknown
Is seen by Accompaniment of tears with personal growth.
Yet– the flame went down through us.
Come rain or shine,
A new Renaissance needs to be found
To a land proposed with happiness
In a wide dark bush filled with bitter leaf.
Yeh! the old Renaissance
The assumed room temperature was hugged.
some bellied up while a few fell on the wrong side of the grass.
Who knows!
If I will bite the dust before then!
Time flies like an arrow
No money– yet parties flowed like never before
No Food– yet waste bins overflowed with food remnants
Nothing to write home about
But bittersweetness is to be remembered
Peace be unto us that made it,
To that decade we never thought we could overcome
Surely another mountain shall stand against an egg,
Enthralling to see the new resolution.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Accommodation Of Seasons
David J Walker
Finally
The kind of cold that
Accommodates November
Arrives the day before
December sets in and
The last leaves of the sycamores
Have long ago
Presented themselves
To the winds to be
Carried beyond the vision of
A calendar
Autumn is old and weathered
No one talks about its colors now
And untethered
The Fall accommodates
The coming winter
Again
What of violence and God; does death pre-curse life?
As each creature large or small lives through strife.
And, righteous wrath, what of its source
a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course?
Surely, some claim to hear the Voice,
Yet, do they simply make a human choice?
Violence brought upon man by man;
how can it exist we ponder, without God’s Hand?
Malnourished or over stimulated human kind
find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind.
Anger does not motivate the most High and holy state,
Man has given false meaning to accommodate.
The wise will look to mortal gain
when caught between righteousness and pain.
Step lightly, and be not proud
for no man knows the mind of God.
I broke the dozen eggs
I bought a few weeks ago.
Only two of them are badly reddish.
My eyes are fixed on the good ones.
I forget to turn the stove on
As Eileen's face appeared
From the back side of my brain.
I sit there glancing at
The unmixed eggs;
Thinking...
Why are the reddish eggs
Considered bad?
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