Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn.
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.
Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.
Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.
Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug
Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife
In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor.
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.
Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again
Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.
Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Contest: Trilonette Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 6-21-23
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River of Clouds
Lazy mists dawdle through valleys,
Wending in a river of clouds,
Surfs deep dales on rising tides.
Silver curly-cue veils dally
On twisting rivers like a shroud -
Leaves a pale kiss on riversides.
Mystic Rom roams the pine alleys,
Gypsy brume evergreens beclouds,
Cryptic nomad without a guide.
Flat bottomed shades float like galleys,
Wispy fogs tickle thunderclouds
Stolen cloud ships on a joy ride.
Rising tule croons playful songs -
Alto whispers for a singalong.
When tongues arise to condemn racism
None speaks the ordeal of the African albino being
Defined by different views of ethnical beliefs
Discriminated by his brothers for lacking melanin
He is but subjected to verbal condemnation
With chants of mockery upon his head
Discriminated by hypocrites who speak against discrimination
Begging love and acceptance from his fellow man
Have not many mocked his blurred eyesight?
And taunted his nystagmus as he squints in the sun?
Have not many tongues wagged in ignorance?
Spitting forth myths about his existence
Where now is the ignorant Yoruba cook?
That says "Afin ojeyo" with all boldness
Where is that man that showcases emptiness?
To say the sun beclouds an albino's reasoning.
Many myths are said and put to practice
Cursed is the man that sacrifices an albino child
For the zeal of greed has made men fools
To think the albino's blood a charm
Many a person living with albinism
Are daily deprived of the right to noble labour
So if ever tongues shall wag about racism
Fail not to speak of these black beings in white skin.
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
In a moment of juvenile jealousy
he envies his red rival
with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric
possessively cup
her brandied beauty
amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart
he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits
to be cradled in the tulip of her essence -
evaporating every chill from the calyx of her sweetened cordial
warming her in the hearth of his hands
as she melts
like buttery sunbeams
intoxicating the bleached beachy sands..
his dreamy grin falters and his tantric trance fades
as tattered edges of reverie unravel -
a haze beclouds his aged green-eyed gaze
graying his white periwinkle pipe dream
as he sees that his best days are long past
Susan Ashley
July 18, 2018
My soul rebuffs this show of selfless gain ,
Though my wages are higher than a few ,
I’m still encased in caves like an insane ,
As my reign as the head beclouds my view .
Ploughing other people’s farm for so long ,
Oblivious of time is full of deceit ,
Which in reality makes me change my song ,
My boss wants me to remain on this seat ,
But I need to annul this present state ,
Though many goodies attached at this time ,
To remain stagnant is not a good fate ,
Started this long ago ,when in my prime .
Alas! Now my muscles and bones are weak ,
Grey hairs emit from my skins with passion ,
Being in this cosmetic state makes me sick ,
As my mind detests and loves this fission .
Happy birthday mayflower,
Happy birthday my merrigold.
Where we walk you provide the sight,
Brighten our ways where darkness beclouds.
Thin and thick you are the beacon,
You are the spark, you are the piston;
You are the fire in the combustion chamber.
Often when I come to you like a fountain
In your love you restore my smile
As you author soothing words
Win or lose you make me feel good.
Where I win, I am the winner;
Where I lose, I am the better;
When I am silly you simply laugh;
My jokes are dry, they crack your bones.
On your platter I place my heart
For nothing you demand but it
To toast, to train, to tame.
Happy birthday mayflower,
Happy birthday tamer of my heart;
Have your fun , have your fudge;
Have a peck from your darling Flash.
… love and hugs….
For my sweetie on her birthday anniversary.
This compliment to this glory
Confetti! Confetti ! Confetti !
The prime of adulation
The resume of a new epoch
Sentiment of joy, prime of hope.
To this reality betrothed itself to humanity
Confetti ! Confetti! Confetti !
Of this terrible happiness
Lies the unsearchable destruction
That begets divorce;
A testimony against this perfect adulation
The numbing joy,
The hope entrusted,
Over the fame proclaimed
The world of peace pieced with hate
The happy songs from the altar of harmony by the priest
Altered by this untamed human glory and quest
Confetti, the pride of a lady
Confetti, her vision affirmed
Confetti, she is in charge of the hour
Confetti, her mates adore her with
And the uproar that matches the glorious ceremony
Beclouds and bedevils its climax
Thy love rings like bluebells caught in spring’s breeze
Singing out to my heart heaven’s chorus
Such beauteous song brings larks to their knees
Humming birds charm-ed stilly and voiceless
Thy radiant smile beclouds the sun’s rays
Jaundice daffodils wilt in thy presence
Thou favour emits an opium haze
Lovers’ Lorelei reborn in essence
To mine folly I court thee with ardour
Thy golden locks weave a web ‘round my soul
Beguiling eyes yield thee my surrender
Sempiternal truth insanity stole
Foreseen temptress thy counsel I not heed
Forewarned I ne’er beheld such love from thee
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