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Upon the arc rises familiar visage of tenebrous dawn
As birdsongs protest, yet another day gone wrong,
In anguish of emptiness thrashing~ stygian, forlorn,
Screaming relentlessly of despondent, indignant void
Blasting his emotions, clasped in poignant thoughts.
Nothingness was the theme of his darkened night
That brazenly shrouded luminance of starlit skies,
As the waxing moon turned pallid, refusing to shine
And benevolence of Venus dolefully uttered a sigh
When dreams, too, acceded to nightmares’ assault.
Life has been a long journey, trekking hills of misery
In hollow pursuit of hope, always despaired trying~
Every forward step of progress unresponsive, lacking
To rescue him from oblivion, from gravity of abyss,
Where silence echoes fear, warning there is no exit.
He knows intimately, she too feels dread of anxiety:
Of ocean-storms unseasonably rushing summer heat,
Parching her delicate notions of blossoming spring,
Of harsh winters encroaching on her autumns fiercely;
Yet, she stands steadfastly, defying the curse of grief.
Prodding goodwill of divinity she tolls bells of harmony
Giving voice and meaning to life’s reassuring feelings
Clamoring for a day to brighten halo of their morning,
Demanding relief; with her clenched fists at the ready…
Forever, if it takes that long, to alter path of destiny.
December 20, 2021
Poem of the day on December 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title: A Shout Into The Void
TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
Here in the brook a frightful sight I saw,
A frightful sight for sure!
Lo and behold! What an eerie beast of awe,
And knew I then 'tis most obscure.
How this tale would unfold I tell it true,
Of villains, of echo's in the night!
It is this and more, as distinct I'd most construe,
Whereof vultures were quite forthright.
And below, at my feet I saw terror,
A crawling freak of nature was it.
Yes, it is this and more, just no unjustly error,
But some slime 'twas there I submit.
O I couldn't ignore, I was extremely mad,
Up my leg it went slowly that vile beast.
'Tis a creature unlike any I'd thought most bad,
Likely I was dead, or plain dreaming at least.
The merest, I was in pain, and in fear,
Now upon my torso it creeped!
Scream out I wanted to ever so clear,
But there only despair had seeped.
That and the blood of woe bled tragically,
While once upon my chest it dug in.
Tearing into my flesh it did quite drastically,
Wherefore I felt my heart bleed within.
The horror of the slime was a nightmare,
Such creature above all I deplored.
Clasped I its slimy matter, and I grasped it fair,
For I'm old, yet the risk I most explored.
I acceded I must engage this fright nigh,
That others may rest in some peace.
And I'll lift the grave weight to most decry,
Hear me now, the slime I will release.
The story so is told, as fated to weep,
Of a creature bewailed and hated.
It is this and more, as till it remains a horrid creep,
In my hour of dire quiver, it was ne'er awaited.
Whence they wrought much havoc upon me,
Still this agrise I diced with fairly bent.
And 'twas fraught there something to try flee,
The villains within the slime were intent.
They'd come a rapping at my torn heart,
From within the slime they poured out.
Rapping and muttering nonsense I could't impart,
But it soon dawned on me beyond doubt.
I was dead, that I surely was and nothing more,
Tho' how, I knew not, yet 'tis quite true!
All the echoes were of ghastly demons that tore,
Bleeding merely a grim death to push thro'.
Look up in green eyed jealousy
as they sneer at the sniveling masses,
who occupies moral high ground
in the war of unequal classes?
When the Rothchilds become day laborers
and Rockefellers beggars and tramps,
may they learn the sting of humility
when shuffling into our camps.
But no, who then would produce the finest
or the best that could be made,
what artesian would do his utmost
if there were no riches to trade?
The wealthy need poor to support them
and the poor need the rich to pay,
it has to be both or nothing
it seems there is no other way.
What chef would take pains o’re the savory
who proudly wax the Rolls Royce,
what good to sculpt and weave royally
if poverty was the only choice?
Aspiring to the ultimate heights
keeps people at doing their best,
prospering by being rewarded
sets us apart from the rest.
The stifling of human ambition
cannot and has never succeeded,
diligence seeks the redemption
of glory to be acceded.
When challenged to ponder about inventory of survival-status
my mind succumbs toward sublime intellectual deconstruction
yet conquering spirit emerges to prevail with blissful glow
for triumphant testimony, exposing meaningful existence.
Analysis of faith’s wholeness
Exposes my vain worthlessness
Humbling me to seek God of grace
Completing me with love’s embrace.
When confronted vis-à-vis my understanding about the Almighty
with this vital spiritual question, "Do you really know God?
my predicament regarding the divine was then put into the crucible
an encounter that has become a milestone in my faith venture…
Faith-inquiry for the first time
Awakened my soul with blest chime
While pointed to God Who’s the way
The truth, and life I must obey.
When invited to a Bible study “to know the Lord all the more”
I declined many times being settled with my religious status
asserting that I believed in God, having been raised going to church
with parents and home, considered as good and well.
Bible study of faith-venture
By God’s prodding midst love-gesture
Did lead me to His gracious heart
And through trust, never to depart.
When I acceded to the spiritual endeavour expounding Who God is
I learned from the Scriptures His testimonies, precepts, and statutes
as well as His grace, mercy, and compassion, power and wisdom
that define and describe HIM as the Lord, and distinguish HIM as the Saviour.
Scriptures indeed exalt God’s name
Expressing what His truths proclaim
Granting me peaceful pardon peace
Thus, my skepticism did cease.
When I responded to the Holy Spirit’s gentle working
my soul received the promised life eternal offered by Jesus Christ
along His assured genuine freedom from iniquities’ condemnation
setting me toward heavenly abode along victorious journey.
Fortified faith upheld by God*
Ascends along His guiding rod
While Him I praise, thank, and worship
Serving Him through sweet partnership.
*Jude 1:25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
February 10, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 28- A Deconstruction" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/13/2022.
Fresh home from therapy,
and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
analogous to and pinion wheel
hence attempt made to bare soul,
sans thru poetry re: veal
ling avidity, asper barreling neurological
daily kos loaded truck full
heading toward figurative
lifelong landfill deposits
on weekly psycho
logical session I unseal
manipulating bothersome issues
controlled via bot size thumbwheel,
which grave undertaking i.e.
professional counseling allows,
enables, and provides opportunistic
gradual process at selfheal
ling oft times necessitates
reviewing silent Virgina reel
comprising the story
of earlier life piecemeal
akin to a slapdash montage
chronicling existential ordeal,
now referencing adenoids
(removal first mention within
poetic endeavor, when young boy)
loosely linkedin with nasopharyngeal
pseudo oral palate
highway tucking each meal
across miniature bridgework,
ma late mum meekly
acceded to doctors orders,
said operation sub
sequently deemed unnecessary
affecting negligible decreasing nasality
predicated on split (bifid
or bifurcated uvula), viz laryngeal
utterances finds me speculating
speculating now, whether taking kneel
ling pose possibly coo dove
wrought divine intercession
giving me super powers ideal
for fighting off being bullied
gloating this instant imagining
bringing beastie boys to heel
actual reality visit my kid self,
a most convenient scapegoat
socially withdraw puny size lad
internalizing hateful barbs glom
ming up significant emotional gearwheel
inferiority complex predominating
supplemented with cumulative
anger, a potent feel
ling exacerbating anxiety prone disposition
courtesy chromosomal
(pop'n mom genes) art of the deal.
"The withered tree spake"
Battered and bruised - yet I stand,
firmly rooted deep down;
seasons have gone by - blowing hot and cold,
yet, I live without a frown!
Leaves go dry - they shed off and fly,
'nay me' - the firm trunk I am!
Here to stay - with a dig in the heels,
showing character none can fathom!
Ants crawl up and so do the bugs
and I do see a Pecker;
They huddle-up to nest - and some do rest,
'hey there' - 'you are a home maker'!
In time they lay - then cuddle-up on it,
'eureka', the eggs that crack;
Hairless and shrivelled - they feast on the crawlers,
also learning life's nuances and knack!
Autumn draws the Spring - covers me to the brims,
thus the change of colour;
Lived long enough - knowing change alone as constant,
I behold my crest in valour!
Every moment is new - all uncertain,
around me and in me life adrift;
I've come to terms - acceded to the norms,
that truth is never to shift!
Travails of time, has its way,
to wail and warn you from a collision head long;
May peace prevail with calm and poise,
will rightfully go back to where we all belong!
Sodom and Gomorrah
There is nothing at all today that remains
Of those two sinful cities that once stood on the plain.
When God vent his wrath upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
They quickly went from here today to gone tomorrow,
And all that poor Lot got was some salt for his pains.
Herod and Salome
Herod's lust for Salome a stepfather's exceeded,
But when he offered to pay her to dance, she acceded.
She didn't ask for gold, instead,
She wanted John the Baptist's head,
And that seventh veil was all the inducement horny Herod needed.
Samson and Delilah
When Delilah learned, to his despair,
That Samson's strength lay in his hair,
She got him drunk, he fell asleep,
And then she sheared him like a sheep.
Some secrets are best to keep and not to share.
God made her as his gift and she, once laid
beside the luscious, tempting limbs, acceded
to profane acts under God’s Sacred Tree
and slurped the ill-timed juice, the god-damned seed.
She gave him some; and he did not refuse
her, joining instead the mutinous ménage
against the Trinity. They tasted heaven
and in that moment bit the dust
of earth.
And now they curse: they curse the Interloper
who came and threw their timing out of joint,
spilling truth - with lies - all to seduce her;
they curse their God for what He gave them - choice.
And since that time, engorged with sweat and dust
they dread the right to choose more than their lust.
HOW CAN I PRETEND ?
PART 2
Pretence is for those who
round a corner with I did
read that book, she smiles
with her eyes, then escape
to humour minds or waves
agonising over shame
or secrecy or stealth
calculating cunning
strategies for recognition
such nouns or adjectives
are human language
defining egoic grids
instead I marry
transparency with an
undisputed path of trauma
truth leaving pretence to
collect lipstick, mascara
house-frames whilst I
hop skip my naked soul
Neither thunderstorms
dragons, poverty, fungus
will scare this soul
basking in authenticity
whose fireflies danced
at a polished staircase
foyer warning of faded
fragments, smashed
Cinderella shoes
No pretending about
tiptoeing across shattered
glass witnessing that
even a Coelacanth
would not swim towards
a cubic zirconia cloned
as diamond landing
on ocean floor in a
Seapoint walk clothed
in bitter tears
I’m too smart for
pretence !
How can I pretend having
Rebirthed through a Heart
leaving ego standing naked
at Lions Gate or some other
portal I do not yet perceive
ready to take instruction
as previously I did from
my Maker with a Yes !
I will !
Anything You say
as You bliss me out
slash me with pointed
Flames clearing this
muck down my legs
I acceded to navigate
What do they know about
tearing torture to wear
my colours as owl crown
No torture at all !
but a willingness to
submit to conscious
suffering like bee to
pollen whispering
Come here, my Love
knowing how to bind
honey anyway but loose
My mottled magical
mystical Mary make
muffins in her median
muscles whilst meditating
dare not pretend that
laundry becoming dung
heaps, rust festering
around auto-immune
vibrations do not
matter as threadbare
tyres tell their lies
looping lice
Pretence lies coffined
Cold
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"