Best Ade Poems
“I don't really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you'll be back.
I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.”
? Ade Santi
Was a cold and dismal night, you strode out
Why did your mind choose such a time to leave
What was so important, you had no doubt
This was the now, you so strongly believed.
Our life was on an even plateau, yes
boring at times, did we see each other.
Familiarity breeds hope I guess
Yet did not look and we did not bother.
Yet on your return how will I behave
Welcome home, or ask you why have you come
Do I want to cry, beg you like a slave
Or turn the other cheek, what's done is done
I bury my thoughts too raw to expose
As I buried the love, under my nose
Penned 17 March 2015
How thin, the veil that wraps us, tenderly, in life -
Unseen filaments of energy, cognition and mass,
Made enduring by the weave of a hand, divine,
And the employment of immaculate intention ...
Nonetheless, we rise and thrive as if immutable -
Immortality, a harlequin of hope for the faithful.
Time and constitution may crumble ahead of us,
Yet the human spirit perseveres... through LOVE.
* FIRST PLACE in the "Humanity Acrostic" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor. *
The ground rumbles, ominously, I'm on the steep side of a Mississippi River Bluff, mid-August, gathering bursting crimson red trophies of Staghorn Sumac for my favorite sumac-ade, a spright, invigorating tonic I enjoy this time of year. The smell in the air, forest-sage beginning to dry and ripen, the bitter tang of scattered paper-birch bark chimneys...must keep alert for the origins of the earthly rumble.
The unsettled earth, sweet and bitter smells...mix with my age and I sit down as if in a trance and drift asleep...harkening back to my training as a young man in a Manhattan Bagel Deli, assembling prep-stations for the customer onslaught about to descend. Proofed bagel dough, seeded and rotating in the elevator slate-shelved oven after a frothy malt-bath in the bubbling giant kettle, delectable aromas of fairly vibrating paper-sliced spiced meats and piquant aged cheeses, briny sheets of smoked lox, pots of sweetly acidic capers and luminous heirloom tomatoes...
But I'm much older now, my mind remembers, but my body can't function like it once did, I can't perform the once-easy configurations effortlessly like before.
The rumbling, just my imagination...
I awaken, gather my bunch of fluorescent sumac, which I am still able to concoct, mindful of God's Grace in my spiritual and physical evolution...He
Has Blessed me with.
8-13-20
6:03 am
Cold and dreary from this road I’ve been on
Out here wondering just where I went wrong
Memories hold me together and tear me apart
Inching me closer to the place I left my heart
New places, smiling faces. It is all just a blur
God knows I have been searching for a cure
But peace has eluded me or so it would seem
Afraid of nightmares so I refuse to dream
Caught somewhere in between heaven and hell
Keep telling myself I’ll get through this spell
Holding on to hope and trying to stay strong
Over and over. Stuck on repeat. The same song
Made my mistakes and forced myself to roam
Exhausted, just trying to find my way home
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM (acrostic)
A lthough I’ve attempted some difficult and
N eddlesome poems in my decades of writing,
T he ultimate challenge had to be an acrostic
I n which the longest English word was chosen.
D eciding to undergo the absurd challenge
I delved into the history of these useless words and
S oon it became abundantly clear that
E asily the most popular of the contenders,
S hellacking Shakespeare’s ‘honorificabilitudintatibus’ and
T aught to students from kindergarden to grade twelve, was
A ntidisestablishmentarianism.
B ut sadly, there were multisyllabic monsters even
L onger, like the one we came to know and love
I n Walt Disney’s 'Mary Poppins'-
S upercalifragilisticexpialidocious- which
H as fourteen syllables and a letter count of 34.
M ost linguists agree that deciding on the longest word
E ntails whether or not you allow chemical
N ames like dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane
T ypically referred to as DDT.
A nother matter is the acceptability of lingo,
R igmarole, jargon, balderdash, twaddle and
I diomatic gibberish…
A ntidisestablishmentarianism,
N ot withstanding its pedantic appeal,
I s clearly the lexiconic choice and
S hould win the ‘Longest Word’ crown
M ade from elbow patches and Donegal tweed.
© 2009 James Rasmusson
J imi, a talented guitarist
I n the world of Rock
M ade young girls cry
I n his world, how he shined!
H ard wired to play
E arly love for guitars
N ever found Nirvana
D ying each day, endless pain
R iding strings of his music
I n his mind, demons taunted
X iting too soon, young legend!
Screwed XIV Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Addicted...
Betrayed by my excess
Caught and restricted
Deniably distressed
Ever since that Thursday
Friday came too soon
Guilty in the worst way
Hung out under pains moon
Insinuating my recovery
Joking, laughing, weeping
Karen made a discovery
Laura left not sleeping
Made me a warm bath
Narcotics were my death
Owning a broken hourglass
Pretending I needed rest
Quivering in withdrawal
Regret fills my immateriality
Seeing what I really saw
Through out my immortality
Using to stop the itch
Vindictive by nature
Waiting to make a switch
Xerox my dirty paper
Yearned to be me again
Zealous and uncondemned
Date Written: November 18, 2015
NEUER THE ACHILLES
Horse power?
Let the horses keep their power
Neuer power is now the toast of all
The day all cats chose their king
It was Tiger that first wore the crown
But Lion roared, bore his fangs
And bristled up his mane like Tsunami
In a jiffy he dethroned the Tiger
Then came the king of catch-
Whose ribs are breastplates
Whose hands are magnetic tongs-
Neuer the Achilles:it was him
That shamed the lion and won the crown.
Neuer the omniform
Massive rock at duty post ;
Egal where comes the bullet:
Left, right, corner or centre;
It comes from corner,
He coils on it like a python;
It comes from centre,
He broods ball like mother-hen;
When the gunners come closer
He unfolds himself like an Ostrich taking a flight
And exclusively ward them off
Like a mother-dog chasing intruders
Away from its puppies.
Daredevil the goalkeeper
Keel that keeps the ship afloat:
It dares the oceans and shuts them out
Says cargo hold is for smile and not for tear;
In the air he is a parachute
On the ground he is yak or cyclone
Open or close the net snores
The posts say, ‘it is holiday today’
The ball says, ‘ I am on safe hands today’
Only the gunners keep gnashing their teeth
The pains of stillbirths wet their eyes
Who shall take me to Deutschland ?
Who shall take me to Bayern- Muchen?
Let him that will take me to Neuer come now
I can’t wait to meet the Archilles.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
Jan. 2014
Bus 333
Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even before cock crows
And set yourself out all for my sake;
Your storage you fill to the beam,
Your powerhouse you fire to warm,
You sweep the aisle and mop the deck
You polish the seats and empty the bins,
Your fire extinguishers are all in place;
How much you care for me !
Danke, danke, danke.
6.10 is the meeting time,
Under the shed I see your light
Piercing the thick wintery cloud,
Your rollers daring the whitish heaps,
Your long antennas twisting left and right,
Unceaselessly wiping the chill ice ,
Who could have loved me more ?
Danke dir, mein lieber Bus.
No, you will not bypass me,
You will not even hurry me up,
But carefully you will lift me up,
Give me all necssary attention;
Your guten Morgen delights me,
It brightens me and gives me joy;
And when I finally settle down,
In my direction you will zoom
Watching front,watching back;
And when our do becomes done,
Deligently you will park and wait,
Auf Wiedersehen,auf Wiedersehen ;
What a great love is this ?
Lieber Bus 333,ich liebe dich,
Lieber Bus 333,ich danke dir.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
22/2/14
SUMMER SUMMER
‘S earing is believing’, so to say
U mbrella-shaded or not, all is hay.
M uggy months with their max-it-out man hours,
M ay being the maddest in gods' asylum.
E ven the other three and those scrimpy
R ains tend to simmer a la summer.
S howering and changing and showering
U nwinding at night under the awning.
Mangoe-like season's fruits, local palm's gifts
M ade-at-home drinks and coconut juice.
E ndothermic, bodies turn, to sink extra heat
R efreshed and trim, it is COOL summer times.
Note:- Second stanza (acrostic) added subsequently .
Form: Acrostic
2 Oct 14
School's out, kids are at play.
Sun's heat is relentless.
Swimming is the perfect
solution to cool off.
Slip and slides and sprinklers,
so much fun in the sun.
Sweet iced tea and Kool-ade
slake a summertime thirst.
6/27/16
Ade is a 2.5 wheelchair basketball player,
Who was born in Lagos in Nigeria in 1978,
His home town is Liverpool, a Mersey sayer,
In Spain club BSR Amiab Albacete is a date.
He lives partly in London, joined the Bullets,
And he’s travelled with the sport worldwide,
German, Italian, Israeli and South Korean sets,
Sunshine is his normality to love and abide.
In 2003 at the Europeans in Sassari in Italy,
Ade and his basketball team won the bronze,
And in 2005 at more Europeans, Paris’s sway,
The GB squad came second with silver cons.
Then in 2007 at the World Champs, Germany,
A silver was wrought, and in Beijing in 2008,
TeamGB won a bronze to the podium occupy,
And in 2011 a gold fell, Isreali Euro freight.
2013 and TeamGB won the Euros, Frankfurt,
2015 they won another Euro gold, Worcester,
So in 2016 at Rio Ade contributed to support,
His team to add a bronze to this large cluster.
Ade was jailed by Liverpool Crown Court,
For claiming over £33000 of state benefits:
Housing, council tax benefit, income support,
In 2009 he spent six months with jail slits.
A contest of word lists - the subject of winter
Make up a good poem - then send to the printer
But nothing says nothing 'bout giving a twist
By splitting and sageing - might get a slapped wrist
Digging for riches but finding a fossil
Verbosely scream curses and break the left tonsil
Brand Google spelt badly - the word is googol
Do wordsmith pedantics abuse alcohol
Outdoor camp fires all start from a spark
Lingering light ships on oceans of dark
Political, cynical, critical flak
Essentially yakity yak-yak yak-yak
Key "here key" right here into Google translate
Gives French "ici clé" phrase - without a mistake
Out of date foodstuff upsets the midriff
Tsunami of turd quakes - unwise to sniff sniff
Bumblebees, hornets, the much hated wasp
Adequate hostiles - so don't make them cross
So maybe this verse neither winter nor cold
The task has been questioned, the poetry's holed
But maybe this contest's not held by hijackers
Print out the rhyme pairs for jokes Christmas crackers
Entry for "a winter poem" contest - uses words (sort of): silver, gold, sparkling, flakes, icicles, drifts, spades - 30th November 2016
“Your jewelry introduces you before you speak.” – Madison Gem
Jade, pearls, and gemstones and pure gold wedding bands
Enhancements that we wear on our ears, arms, chest and hands!
White gold, sterling silver, and some copper too;
Emeralds, diamonds, rubies, sapphires and topaz sparkling blue;
Love knots, pendants, bracelets, beads, necklaces, plain chains!
Rings for ears or fingers and toe rings for the feet;
Yes, lovely adornments make our outfits more complete.
March 6, 2023
For Writing Challenge - ''J'' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The tamer of my heart.
For too long I am wanderer,
A normad searching for love,
Vagabond worker of piquancy;
I meet birds, none looks dove,
I see flowers,none is like rose .
River bird ignore me not,
Tell me where my love is;
The angel with camwood on her feet,
Who has two beads on her twisting waist,
Whose hairs are youngest palm fonds.
The arrivistes say they cat-walk
But my love is a gorgeous chameleon;
Stepping out like recovering for tiredness,
Tire? No,she's only being ebullient, debonair;
Her steps only dexterity of her beauty.
Tell me river bird, lest I die:
Her camwood , my beam of light,
The cymbals on her waist sing me lullabby,
Her hairs are the capillaries of my heart;
Ignore me not, my heart aches.
Alas, whispers of light, could she be the one ?
Is this light shadow of her glorious camwood ?
Foliage is dancing,could her cymbals be singing?
My heart turns,oh heals,it pumps,life rejuvenates,
A glimpse,glaring, she is, she is the tamer of my heart.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
14/2/14