Don’t try to make common Lemon,
Though we know Lemon is common:
Those who do obeying Demon,
King David’s wayward son Amon…
No risks of sleeping with sister
Nor by her begetting a mister -
Lemon is quite medicinal,
Rejecting the point criminal;
By the average white treasured,
Whose clear merits he has measured…
Lemon: Green Citrus here with us
Yet, oranges we’d fill in bus,
By this showing on the juicy
Man incurably the choosy…
Feared by Cancer: The Terminal
On this have been works: seminal;
Still for Nigerians Tangerine,
Just like for Guitar Tambourine…
But this won’t be changing its grant
Of a smell uniquely fragrant.
When does one rash courage summon
To do a thing quite uncommon
Like king David's son, Amon:
The negatively uncommon
One wouldn't link with Solomon
Nor with the Quite Normal Human
With no business with Mammon ?
Carthage's Hannibal against Rome,
When snow should have kept him at home?
The courage one would never kill,
Until one has climbed Begging Hill;
While one won't want at all to feed,
Because there's a voice one must heed...
From either Lord God or Mammon
And one ready for uncommon;
Listened I have to a Carmen:
A hit track about true women
The penetrating look from their eyes
Up a lot of men's power dries.
Sarcophagus lay in the ditch
the wagon had lost its hitch
dearest mummy was gone
breath renewed by Amon
she befell the wanderer’s itch
I am asking you Gordon:
Why thrust upon a maiden
That which shouldn't her burden?
Your sin for River Jordan!
Still mistreating a maiden
And her face you did redden
Like had King David's Amon,
Who sister had made common....
Your embraces are modern
Coming before your wedding;
Not her wished Pelty Trading
You with Satan now grading!
Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory,
is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story
about a cow and a spoon; singing a lyrical song.
"Wondrous Moon," said I, "lamp unto this night,
may your lustrous path stay vigilant and not stray."
In comply, I saw strung on high, myriads of bright,
luminous stars, glinting down on a fishing quay.
Moonlight plays on lily pads, afloat on Amon Bay,
shining on croaking bullfrogs, just having fun,
bathing in nocturnal frolic until faint spark of day,
flirting with saucy winks and adding, "Hiya, Sun."
As morning draws nigh; moonlight slowly dims.
Luna will crown Sol at horizon's cusp of dawn.
Baronial is his warmth, but now my vision swims.
I'm drowning in a whirlpool, trying not to yawn.
Mystical moon will glow tonight with vivid pomp.
Again, donning a corona, flowing in auras of light.
As sunlight lulls, worn out from his daily romp,
I'll waltz in moonlight, among dazzling stars tonight.
July 16th, 2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
My heart roared like an hungry lion
In haste for prey to feed my roaring heart
But tedious to capture
The Lion and the Jewel departed for nine years
Without saying goodbye
I wandered around like a single pendulum
Wandering helplessly like an untimely killed ghost
Dying every minutes of unconsciousness
Missing my irreplaceable jewel
Thus, living an incomplete being
Ajike Mi owon,
Nature brought you back to me unexpectedly
Eleyinju ege
Adu mara dan
Igi leyin ogbami
Ajike, the spellbinding of all women
Loved by nature
Prettier than diamond
Valuable than gold
Cherished than sliver
Worthful than bronze
Ajike oni wura
Iru re sowon lawujo eniyan
Amon lewa omidan
Nigba ojo, nigba erun,
Mi o ni fi o sile
Arewa Obinrin ti wu gbogbo okunrin fi'saya
Arewa to ju arewa lo
Oniwa tutu bi Adaba
With trust, comes peace of mind
Nature and i will love you till eternity.
Ajike mi owon.
Luxor, oh Kharmack
Temples to Amon, Amon Ra
Pharaohs in sacred reverence
For both gods lifted
Along the majestic Nile
Through Upper Egypt
What an elite ... to stand quiet
There, on the Kings valley
At Tuntakamon progeny´s way
The Palace of Hatshepsut
In the Valley of the Queens
Majestic Horus and by Felucca
The Mausoleum of Agha Khan
Obelisk, still unfinished
And the pristine temple Philae
From Edfu to Aswan ...
The High Dam to retain
The nonalignment of Lake Nasser waters
The graffiti art, portraying the long story
Of the lives of all the Pharaohs
And the temples of Sobek, Horus and Khnum
In Kom Ombo
Fascinate the eyes of anyone
Monsters lurk in
Open fields.
Neo demons,
Subhuman lifeforms,
Agents of Amon roam the earth.
Near me they come.
Test me they do.
Oppress me..however..never..they will.
'Twas my decision to depart,
Delude myself I can't.
No flagrant town or cedar horse,
Scourged at heels to hasten.
No burnished son of Amon-Ra,
Embossed his seal upon my cheek.
Chased through channels I was not,
Beneath the Sea I went.
Prospect, guiling motivation,
Subtle was thy goading stick.
Naive were my intentions,
Quixotic thoughts of mastery.
If will could spur this planet back,
Would I my own extend?
The answer is uncertain,
for time we cannot bend.
A lover's mouth, firmly closed,
'Tis like the verdant grass I miss,
Or long dead friend, I'll never hug,
Amnesic our companionship.
Mortal lustre loses shine,
Flesh depleted by and by.
Revoked is our replenishment,
But landscape shall endure.
Though many shades of green exist,
Only one I yearn to view.
Others are the same as mist,
Compared to thee my homely hue.
Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
I looked through all my words
and oh, how absurd
I couldn't find a single one
about Summertime!
The time of Amon and Ai is coming you know,
even though I have mixed feelings
about skin peelings
and heat to take a breath away.
Summertime is for children
to splash and run in bare feet.
In the fall/winter of my life
I creak about in bones
that welcome warmth but not heat.
Horae turns the seasons
(without my permission)
while in Spring I long to stay,
so I wait in awe of the god's decision
to roast me come what may.
For John Heck's Summertime Contest
Ankh Amon - Ra
Morning to the gateway of the sun
Set between lantern sea skies
The magic of those Egyptian eyes
Their incantation has begun
Turning worlds of one
Washes through my mind
Azure beaches in the cloud
Focus zenith hidden in the line
Where night has drawn her time
By the sanctum of the free
Ancient memories
Settle with antediluvian leaves
Pages in their wings
Roll through centuries
Turning worlds of one
Waves mystic in my mind
Azure beaches in the skies
And the keening Earth resounds
Draws their message to the ground
The flights are on their way
Silken veils where lovers pray
Temple pillars shafting from the shade
Tuning worlds of one
Their incantation has begun
Sonic oscillation in my mind
Azure beaches in the sky
Sustaining the passage in the lines
Where night once drew her time
Their flight is on its way
When quiet lovers pray
Shaping temples through the clouds
Dancing constellations to the ground
Between the sun skies sea
The inner sanctum of the free
Turning worlds of one
This incantation has begun
We share a drink to diminish woe
Gazing eyes at midnight hour
Reluctant towards friend and foe
My heart and soul, you will devour
Memories so far and gone
No remedy for my pain
I gasp out for the great Amon
Ignorant to cataclysmic rain
O! what beauty your throe it be
Beauty unseen by all
Collapsing lungs foreseen by he
The tyrants final fall
Anguish once decorate my palette
Regret overcomes my mind
Soon to transcend, slowly forget
No longer torn by your bind
The suns luminescence dies with haste
New day once more forgotten
Left alone with your sickly taste
Our "love" now sickly putrid and rotten
Forgotten eyes I knew so well
The world seems to have died to us
Too far gone for me to tell
The final bearing of emptiness thus
Dying senses accept bereavement
Growing further and further away
Your flesh was once heaven sent
Your eyes fixed to mine, slowly decay