Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.
New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.
Have you read the note?
It speaks of the doom of the liquid element.
An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning,
Besieges the tick of the clock.
Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated
From the temerity of old wine,
Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns.
The belfry yawned loosely....
But quiet crept in like leprosy,
Hanging loops on loam-matted hair, black and fringy,
And nursing frets we held
When the wetted guitar strings would not strum....
Have you read her note?
Not the one of Mrs. Dalloway
Nor the one of Between the Acts,
But the one she cringed for —
That banal, invidious act, non-virginal,
Which haunts the church to this day.
Life
armed with the fates
of futility
besieges.
So be it with the rose,
her beauty asway,
pushed around
by breezy happenchance,
powerless to stop
her petals
to wither then to drop
in faithless raw
betrayal,
As her beauty of the moment
dulls to naught
but yet another yesterday
of faded
bloom.
The hearts of our once invisible heroes grow weary fighting a relentless demon.
God make it stop!
They sacrifice all with little to save souls from the consuming darkness surrounding them.
God make it stop!
How many faces of those gasping for life’s last breath will be burned into their memories?
God make it stop!
How many hands will go lifeless in theirs because of a viral monster that yet goes unanswered?
God make it stop!
How often must they gaze into already tear-soaked faces and be the bearers of even worse news?
God make it stop!
How many times will they totally collapse from exhaustion from working extra shifts and hours?
God make it stop!
How many more tears will fall behind their masks for those they could not pull back from death?
God make it stop!
They yearn for a whisper of hope to dull the ventilators symphony of despair and desperation.
God make it stop!
They search for the rainbow beyond a dark ominous cloud that now besieges all humanity.
God make it stop!
I pull you in close to me,
the curve of your body,
rests on my knee.
Your long slender limb,
so beautiful,
adorned in jewelry.
I run my fingers,
along your curves,
the moment it besieges me.
The beautiful colors,
that adorn you,
makes me want to holler.
A sweet sound emerges,
as I stroke you,
I'm the boss.
Finding our rhythm,
as I continue,
to strum.
You yell,
my head and body sways,
to the beat of my thumb.
For a beautiful moment,
we're both,
rock stars.
No sweeter thing,
than making love,
to my guitar.
Discouragement besieges my certainty like
clear blue skies swallowing up the noonday sun.
Anxiety trespasses with spears aimed to unguarded
thoughts like water rising on deck from an unruly blue sea.
My syncopated language scat of failure
like a night of blustering blues.
Pillaging my ears and ravaging my mindset's goals and dreams.
If you are the world's greatest
I'm the shutterbug bagging your every moment
Every triumph; Every applause
Every glitter in your smile
Every sway of your hips
Every coruscate; of the corundums in your strides
Your every queenly bow of acknowledgment
If ever the epic of stage lights besieges you
The autumn flicker will be the snapping of my Pentacon Six
What lays in the black of your eyes
Burns wilder than a wild fire
If ever the green winds of change
Merge up in whirls of umbrage
and surge on to wreck your burgeoning soul
May the fabrics that rest on my shoulder
Corrode in the brimstone brooks of your tears
Together we'll chase shooting stars
Until we lose them to the horizons
And watch the sun heave off its blanket
I will watch the rainbows with you
And see you tap energy from the wonders of creation
I stare at the blank page
And wonder where to begin
Since I have run out of words of dismay
My heart gives me ink no more
I’d die to hear your voice again
And I wait for hours on end
But you kill me when you do call
You talk as if you dialed a stranger
I’m left more bereft with every conversation
You trying to phase me out
Me crawling to get back in
I go seeking bigger troubles
Then the one that already besieges me
The “I miss you” means nothing to you
For it seems now that I was the only one there
You left long before
Throwing me a casual adieu
I can feel the freezing fright and fear rattling in the marrow of my bones;
It immerses me.
I can feel the vexing uncertainty shrouding me like a black cloud;
It swallows me.
I can feel the baleful worry surrounding me like a pack of ravenous wolves;
It encircles me.
I can feel the awful dread welling and swelling up in me like a violent maelstrom;
It envelops me.
I can feel the cumbersome woe strangling me like a constricting python;
It entangles me.
I can feel the taxing stress crashing and breaking like tsunami waves on the shores of my mind;
It besets me.
I can feel the agonizing anguish beating my beleaguered soul to a bloody pulp;
It besieges me.
I can feel the terrible torment fomenting an emotional breakdown and upheaval;
It encompasses me.
I can feel the perplexing pain plaguing my heart with rancorous delight;
It inundates me.
I can feel the damnable distress torture every fiber of my being;
It binds me.
But I can also feel the wondrous spirit of Hope rising inside me like a spring of faith;
It strengthens me.
*Written for my dad who is now battling kidney cancer. All thoughts, prayers, good
vibes and well-wishes are sincerely appreciated. Thank you ~Chan
The ink of your red heart
Sips the flowers,
Besieges the olive
In the iris of the eyes,
Flirts the tunes
Hugs the minarets,
And complains to the night
The sighs of sadness,
And you are a dream
Asleep in its silence
Under the eyelids …
Has the evening glow of passion
Found no sleep
Under your eyelashes,
And have not been wounded the eyelashes
By the tears of rain-laden clouds?
Who are you?
I will ask the rhyme
About you, and the arts,
And the demon of sorrows,
Are you a lost letter?
In the lexicon of the centuries?
Or are you the beginning
For the revolution of madness?
Your imagination is a cloud
In the darkness of the eyes
And your soul is a talisman
Jailed in my ring…
And my compassionate boat
Don’t ask me who I am?
Nor suppose my silence is jest,
I am the silent call
And a sigh in the last tunes,
And a silver tear
On your cheek
Flows in rapture…
My planet is premonitions
And my world is doubts,
And my whisper is poems
Their title …is none,
And my kiss is sacred,
Granddaughter of the boughes…
So who am I?
And who will I be?
My story is a legend
Inscribed in silence…
I found a penny
Even though it was worthless
It is worth more than you know
When you add up the digits and find
The sum you find that love cannot be hidden
In darkness, but the true light reveals what
True love can always display, a type
Of character around the hour, hours that
Turn into days, days that turn into months, roses
That shed blood when it’s cold and loneliness still
Besieges me so well when its waters spring up I go down
Into the heavens and lift up this rock, to trample on serpents.
Blood thirsty are these creatures, but I am thirsty for love
And vengeance, to take back a stolen heart, that breaths
New life into dead things and dead things that blow
Dead air away from ocean shores beneath me.
To give glory to Satan I'm sorry to sound,
Though bitter a truth I've certainly found:
Some sons Satan has strictly tamed and tied,
(Forbid O Lord I might have lied).
On wicked ways their thoughts hidebound,
As devil dictates they gullibly go round;
They have become his bond-servants and lieges,
In enemy's bondage who artfully besieges.
And they sorrowfully lead their breath on earth,
The dragon depraved them their mission and mirth;
Them he mistreats and mangles and mocks,
And laughs at loud and in the searing Lake of fire, he locks.
But listen, you who are tamed and tied:
How long will devil destroy you and deride?
Subject your soul to the Savior's side,
And He will right reward you with a free ride.
A step, a fall
I rise to fly.
A sit, asleep
I wake to work.
I fly to heights unseen
Uphigh, that low.
I work ernestly
So hard, un-noticed.
All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I for-seek.
So I seek and found;
A step, a fall
Hope, He besieges upon me
with each breath taken.
I rise to fly
For He is my Strenght.
A sit, asleep
In His hands my burdens I leave
His laps my comfort.
I wake to work
For His Grace abounds.
I fly to heights unseen
On His wings I soar.
Uphigh, that low
My upsets He trends to propel
high.
I work ernestly
Only He rewards my real wage.
So hard, un-noticed
His consent is more than
enough.
All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I found.
©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
Fragmented parts of the person I once was return to me
The dark clouds that once followed me day and night depart from me
I am enchanted by the very thought of freedom
Liberty from the woes that once imprisoned me
Breaking free from the pain I allowed you to inflict
Yes, I allowed
Can man do to me that which I do not consent?
But ah, alas the strength of my mind
My will to attain happiness
To survive and look destruction in the eye and say not so
You shall not destroy me!
I have risen to fight
To take back what is my own
Empowerment besieges me
I will be victorious in all that is set before me
I was on a quest when you slithered in
It was not you that I meant to find
Though pained by our meeting
I still dare say
My journey was triumphant
I found what I did not know that I seek
Strength immeasurable
Infinite power from within
Bitterness I cannot harbor
Only love and peace in knowing you have found joy
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in your presence
where the force of attraction onslaughts
like dewdrops when they fall on roses,
i long to be.
in your eyes
where love beckons
like a summer night,
i want to behold.
in your arms
where desire besieges
like a maiden moon,
i can hide.
But deep down inside of you
where passion and ecstacy
are heating up in smoke,
.....i want to burn
...................burn
...................burn
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