Sea trash begone, as youth shall surge
with their passion and devotion
Debris where land and water merge
Sea trash begone!
Breakthrough solutions in motion
ending plastic pollution purge
Serene is a blue-green ocean
Unafraid to swim and submerge
inheritors, high echelon
Fallen baton cease and emerge
Sea trash begone!
Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed
Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Begone Yoke!
Why abusing the brightly future leaders?
Okay, aren't they human, I ask?
Are they culpable, and not mild?
Or why imposing upon their innocence?
And purposes and value to bask?
Whether not belong to this world?
Again, do they not deserve rights?
What? Their divine aspirations to mask?
Once again, can't they be empowered?
© Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi
I don't know what I am
Waiting for, on this chair,
Near you, and with a book in my hand.
Silence occupied, you on your work
But what am I waiting for
Near you?
Blank in the mind,
But calm just to be here.
Don't know what drags me
Near to you, though we are
Not meant for each other.
I don't know what I am
Yarning for, staying still and peeking
At you, as you are not something
I could have, and I am left
With an option to go
With the flow
I don't know why am I sitting
Here, nothing to talk about as if
The talkings are done through our hearts,
And eyes glaring to each other with
So many unspoken words.
Krashni ruzo, shlemmer fryzccsz
Misorsky begulo, vlannir sphlicscz
Parftay gordja, oanvlee darpynk
Azgrey mishzja, dompi, zansink
May 25, 2020
Vogon Poetry, Quoopisk Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team Poetry Soup
My head low, eyes wept at the earth below.
A single rose placed central,
to mark eternal love.
My mind knew life was short, everything ends.
But the casket bore deep shock.
It's black timber called true.
My hands tightly gripped the earth but senseless.
Your soul crumbled in my palms.
Dust to dust, you return.
Date: 11/12/2019
Moods lift...spirits rise
When one looks into babies
Smiling face and eyes
Sententiousness I seriously cannot bear
I cannot abide po-faced pontification
Faced with which I want to pull out my hair
Being more at home in a festive occasion.
Flee the pessimism of the puritan's pulpit
There is more merriment found in carpe diem
When Falstaffian rogues with us carousing sit.
Send cold gravity to its chilling requiem
If you were given the news your end were nigh
No Cromwell roundhead,more cavalier Dartagnan
What better way to go,do you think,,laugh or cry?
Give me every day a mirthful companion.
So haste ye away,you gloomy prophets of doom
And allow us imbibe in a jovial room
Every so often he calls my name
Can you hear me, he says
Look at you, you fool
You are not worthy of life
You are a disgrace, boy
The way you talk to others so sweetly
The way that you walk...
With that permanent smile...
On that sorry looking face of yours
The things that you say and do
Who are you, some kind of god...he says
How dare you welcome them into a life so dull and flavorless
Step aside boy, he says
I will take them with me
I will take them to a place that will forever warm their hearts
Forever...till eternity
To hell
Begone, you imp, I say to him
Begone, you flaming fool
You see...
your voice isn't the only one that calls my name
Look up, do you see him...I say
It is his voice that I hear over yours each day
So begone, leave...you are not welcome inside my head
Begone, you poisonous parrot
Begone
Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Contest
Sponsor- Maureen McGreavy
1-19-2019
Behead your bygones
that don't belong.
Beget and bedeck
your being,
with much better
less belligerent bees.
Where does this wind blow in from,
where has it been, what has it done?
Vanes it twisted, clothes it flapped.
Fog and smoke palls blown away.
Sails it tautened, eagles soaring supported.
Blow-ins are welcome with hair bedraggled
clothes disheveled, flapped to tatters
For the wind makes being untidy acceptable,
especially when facing upwind right in the face of it.
The wind will drop soon, and die away, begone
leaving the parade to stand easy.
riddance
flung, begone done,
when blight cast out window
with careless stray abandonment,
called 'fore'
Go now
Get over it
The train horn is shrieking.
All aboard; it's time to move on,
Begone
Words, words, how do you feel?My emotions cascade in a stream.The crisis confronts me head on.Enough is enough, let chance,let faith set sail.
being,not living
begone ,sense of otherness-
in His hands, I am
Oh promiscuous, thy ambiguity has baffled me;
The thunderous cacophony of thy dreams
Has awoken me and rendered my nights sleepless,
For thou has to conquer the battle thou started thyself.
No, do not try to fathom my life into thy promiscuity
I shall neither be thy prey, nor thy mistress;
Thou hath played enough games
And won each and every one of them,
Why, oh why then play
with my holiness and pious generosity?
I forbid thee to behold me with thine eyes
Monstrous creature thou, now begone!
26/04/2016
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