I am Rome conquered, by my vices.
Veiled with adorned armours of Caesar.
But at nights is haunted with Caesar’s spirit,
Which yells ‘There is no such place wherein your solace resides, no one who looks at you with pride.’
I am Brutus advised, by my kins to stab Caesar,
But still in my sorrow I tend to drown deeper,
With my promises I’m bound,
Sorry but alternatives for my pain, I have not found.
I am sorry to all the ones who care,
As I know for this mistake, I won’t be spared.
On my explanation before my beloved reader, we part,
‘It's better to sit with guilt and slits, with my soul torn.
Rather to lay quiet with blood of one’s own’
Categories:
armours, 12th grade, anxiety, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
Part II
What would have happened to million’s fate,
If Subedar Ramji had failed, thee to set.
In 1891’s simmering heat of April
Born true nationalist Phule’s pupil.
Being motherless boy, thee set sails,
Thee had to bear brunt of devilish veils.
Under the curse of being an outcaste,
Hiding behind were satanic verses vast.
Fighting stiffly with ethnic bigotry,
Thee maintained disciplined gallantry.
Thee was not allowed a sip to drink life source,
from glossy vessels tainted by ritualistic force.
Passing exams with flying colours,
Thee received scholarship armours.
Baroda Maharaja fuelled thy intellectual leap,
Thus, begun stripping naked waists cheap.
Categories:
armours, 7th grade, appreciation, community,
Form: Ode
Some handsome ladies dream of seeing
their knights in shining green armours
to spend as they wish
But if they see an old goat inside,
in a shorter time than they think,
they'll aboslutely be one of the mourners
I guess it is some ladies' preference
shining green armours : ( I have used it in the meaning of DOLLARS)
Categories:
armours, life, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
There's this little fragile
Betwixt the escort.
Trying to understand
Their psyche,
Their interest.
Are they really the armours
Or the aviary?
And will the dust devil arrive,
Rising from our own silhouette,
Compressing the cage of ribs
With the bludgeon?
Illusion of something erroneous,
Or may be some nave.
Perfect guard,
Guarding the heart,
The cascade of truth
For the so called panoply,
Squeezing the heart out.
Every piece of the jigsaw heart,
Turning out into butterflies
Dancing the dance of freedom.
Breath breath breath,
Screamed the chambers,
Shouts the guard.
Rushing the red ink
To the fragile little heart,
Pumps & paint the canvas,
Red with pure air.
They said it
to be the cage of protection,
And still the heart suffocated
Bearing all the badger in love.
So the kernel continued singing
The song of strom..
(12th April, 2023)
Categories:
armours, anger, butterfly, love, love
Form: Free verse
We are warlords
Furnished in armours of gold
We fought with words
In many battles untold
People think it's just an error
When we raise our hands in worship
That our adversaries won't lie in terror
Except we sail in a warship
As a matter of fact
The walls of Jericho actually fell
With no single attack
I hope you've been listening well
I've seen the dumb talk
After a worship session
But so many can't walk
After a warship tension
So, the truth is
Life is more than the physical
And you find your peace
When you go deeply spiritual
A lot may disagree
But this is just my concept
More so, the world is actually free
You can focus on your mindset
Choose to battle with a warship
And lose your soul
Or stand and praise with me in worship
And keep your soul
Categories:
armours, christian, jesus,
Form: Quatrain
For Aleppo
What is the joy of war if not the fragments
of blood sprinkled unholily on the ground?
Aleppo has seen this braveness and succumbed
that the testament lies in the swords and armours.
I can feel the test of your suffering and pains,
I can smell of the irony of the warship bouncing,
I saw the shape of your crying laughter;
Sharp, drowning, and, building itself a channel of
restriction in this fragments of godless war.
Make the body of your masses a holy fortune,
let them find delights in your face and soul.
Illusion of this abolished fate shall stand
when the thousand drop of those tears shall speak,
Aleppo! You can fetch from eyes to eyes
those filthy shades of darkness and imperfection.
Aleppo!! Shatter those winning ageless fate.
We have seen your tears and sorrow smiling,
we have seen the season of your song hanging
here in the throat of howling wind of shame.
Your mirror has eyes and mouth to tell the world
of those thorns that grow on your skins...
Wearing dustless of stories on your neck,
in pair of empathy we shall make your tortures
known to the world when the time comes.
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Categories:
armours, analogy, betrayal,
Form: Ballad
Man up in the street of the country!
No better chances than this we see now.
All the youth must wear their armours
Let's shield the Rock to our taste and wish
We could be the last of the strong ones
Never to be deceived by the tale of Chibok
Neither shall we roam in Sambisa for fun
Don't watch their smiling face at all!
No better chances than this grace of
Graceful hand to behold the constitution
And tell them 'we are the leaders not followers'
This is not protest nor coup but our right we seek!
Wake up from the slum that you were pushed to
No better chances than this we have seen now!
If we lose it we lose out in life and destiny
Hold on to your armour and fight for your right!
We have seen what we ought not to see.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016
Categories:
armours, art,
Form: Blitz
When I'm seen with eyes that gleam
and sounds that seem to hover,
the pleasure of my presence cared
in conversation treasure.
I listen and I talk to you.
I'm naked, I'm bared but I'm feeling so together.
Unconditional feelings arise in me.
I'm turned to you to give permission
to take my hand into your world
for time inside your vision...
...but time gets short.
I'm feeling tired.
If I was shining now I'm not.
my armours getting heavy.
I need to leave
and rest my thoughts,
so I can be the best I can
if we will meet again.
Categories:
armours, appreciation, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony
Spread all over my courtyard;
You are bare footed,
Any way, come,
I will give you studs for your boots
And armours, made of my iron ribs to shield you.
My home is a maze of wants
Where witch of poverty screams,
Amid spider webs of blotchy bangles,
Don’t be afraid, my unmarried daughter is ready to guide you in.
My dream is Kumbhakarna,the devouring demon
Having eaten up everything that I had
Throwing thunderbolts from nidrasan
Demanding another head
Don’t fear, my unemployed son is sitting beside him
To greet you .
My God is terrible Shiva with deadly cobras around his neck,
Don’t worry; my wife has tied him in her coarse saree
Surveying Day and night,
She is all set with garlands for you.
My creaking door is a ferocious dog, never chained
Don’t bother I can chain my faith in me to bring you in.
Categories:
armours, death,
Form: Blank verse
Dearest downfall, constant fiend,
You seek my out, in darkest dreams.
You know my faults and play them well,
Accompany me to planes of hell.
Longest time, you hide and watched,
Build me up then throw me off.
Debary thick, it always is;
A simple life I’ve yet to live.
Your will is strong, unflinching ore,
Amaze me with the pain you cause.
Poke and Prod, You’ve yet to score,
The killing blow…to end this war.
Armours gone, Thiers no defence,
Take me now, in all good sense.
For if you stop and give me space,
I’ll claim myself and go to waste.
Tell me foe, why don’t you bore?
Same mistakes can’t give you more.
Can you see a part you’ve left?
Take it now and add to theft.
Torn and raw, you stripped me bare,
I stand in hope of mercies care.
Care enough to send the wind,
To blow me down, absolve my sins.
And when I hit, the stony ground,
Strength enough to keep me down.
For if I fall to meet the earth,
She’ll open up, and keep me there.
Categories:
armours, death, depressionme, me,
Form: I do not know?
One day, on a sudden whim,
I started a sponsored slim
In an effort to get me trim
And raise funds, for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown
Things were going good,
I was doing what I should
By eating healthy food
But there was one thing, which always let me down
This was the evil demon drink
And wine was my armours chink
Straight down the kitchen sink
It should have went, if truth be known
Not satisfied with just one glass,
I’d drink each drop, until the last
Then hunger struck and I’d break my fast
Guilt, the next day, would make me frown
When I stepped on the scales,
And saw to no avail
My slimming quest had failed
I felt I’d betrayed my cause and let people down
This led me to proclaim
This day, from wine I will abstain
So pounds I’ll lose, not to regain
And raise the funds for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown.
Categories:
armours, food, healthme, me, wine,
Form: Rhyme