Best Alva Poems
Lament for the Dead
buried deep beneath
Twin Towers’ bloodstained rubbles
my murdered loved one
a heartbroken heaven wept
trapping joy in a time warp…
In memory of Alva Sanchez who was killed on September 11, 2001, during the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, in New York City; and dedicated to my nephew, Ryan who was left motherless.
02-11-2015
Contest: Tanka Tears
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Placement: HM
At Last we Pause
For: Robert Allen Wise
And at last we pause on dirty streets,
At somber rest with eternal peace.
A moment’s sleep on Satan's floor
With a constant dream of heaven’s door
The cry of battle has embrace its death
As vengeance draws its last breath
One good soul ascends abyss
Into the portal of eternal bliss.
A majestic voice said you may pass
A warriors shadow you have cast
The restless night that you have slain
Creates the dawn that you regain.
So dream no more of battles past
And awaken from your daunting task
This day of memory we give to you
My embattled brother with life anew.
SFC Alva E. Brown (ret)
Thomas Alva Edison
was known to be reticent
but he decided to make the world bright
so he told them about his kitchen light
Clerihew Contest
Welcome Home
She stood by his grave in a long black veil
They found small remains in his jungle hell.
The honor guard, they all stand tall,
As they hand her a flag for her special wall.
She thought how young when he went away,
He was so proud to be leaving that day.
Now its many years since he's been gone
So she kneeled down and said:
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
He was awakened by the call one night
A brother’s body was on a midnight flight.
So many times like the times before
He's followed a warrior to a loved one’s door.
So he rode his Harley to the service gate
Where there was a flag draped on a wooden crate.
And down inside laid his gallant bones,
As they passed he said....
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found the darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me brother and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away just too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
SFC (ret) Alva Brown
Thomas Alva Edison
Drank milk instead of medicine.
He died of diabetes -
Should have had his milk with Wheaties!
When I see a Nerium oleander, in it i see the heart of a woman. An oleander is one of the world’s most pulchritudinous and deadly plants, and so is the woman’s heart; extremely pulchritudinous and deadly.
YHWH was and still is the greatest architect which in tells that he impressed and impresses the greatest plans on his architectural work. YHWH created everything else but still felt a part was missing, after stomaching the situation, he master- minded the heart of a woman.
So delicate is it, to devote.
So humane is it, to provide.
So enduring to deducing and so lenient is it to loving.
Not every male leader runs an organization, a family or a nation without the touch of a woman’s heart. The touch of a woman’s heart is so magical in a peculiar way such that it completes the equation of everything.
Not so innocent, the heart of a woman is also a solvent that mixes with any kinds of solutes to form both healing and toxic solutions.
The touch of a woman’s heart also works in a magical and peculiar way to complete the equation of everything evil.
So delicate is it, to becoming jealousy, obsessive and possessive and hence;
So conniving is it, to convince.
So swift is it, to break another heart and so forthcoming to do anything evil to obtain anything it so desires.
I would not be surprised if Lucifer’s entire heart was made up of just the ugly part of a woman’s heart.
ALVA KANYIKA- alvakanyika@gmail.com
AM I DREAMING
Momentarily, I stop and freeze
every worldly movement and
activity. As I consume myself
into each one of them I ask
myself, ‘am I dreaming?’ my
mind moves to and fro the
realm of imaginations and
thoughts laboriously
endeavoring to overhaul its
wondrous question, ‘am I
dreaming?’
I slice myself off reality, while
floating in space my mind
engulfs reality and all earthly
entities and puts them under
ratiocination I still hear a voice
whispering from within my
head, ‘am I dreaming?’
I then start to analyze all
environments and focus only on
those preponderating. I look
and penetrate my eyes through
impenetrable penetrations, and
I begin to see, ‘is this realistic?’
I ask myself.
I see blameless bloodshed, I
see sin in its whole ugliness
pouring out of people’s mouths,
I see envy in people’s eyes, I
see extravagancy, and I see
impoverishment and its twin:
penury.
I stand still and maintain
silence, I hear a roaring noise,
and I ask myself what it is. It is
heavy blustering winds both
from east to west and west to
east acting as a transportation
medium for sinful noises, I hear
ill words from the east, I hear
blasphemous voices from the
west, and I hear
misconceptions.
I hear and see offensive insults
and figures respectively, they
shake my whole body vigorously
and I feel like waking up
abruptly because of the terror
and horror in my dream. Am I
dreaming?
Alva kanyika -
alvakanyika@gmail.com
“QUEEN VAGINA WEPT”
Queen V governed her
monarchy for decades with
utmost discipline. Her subjects
helped in making her look like a
blameless and mighty god.
Every male leader envied her
government and hoped for her
decline with utmost pleasure.
At the drop of a hut, just like a
treasure that once had extreme
value and now can be picked on
the side walk without charge her
monarchy became. Again her
subjects played a huge role in
making her look foolish.
The monarchy was a
confinement which had
everything within it. All subjects
were born inside and were only
able to be seen, touched or
tempered with once they
attained the age of 25 and only
by a specific type of people.
SHAME! Who does not know
how these subjects look like?
SHAME! Who does not know
how their touch feels like?
SHAME! Who has not tempered
with anyone of them?
Almost everyone has enjoyed
the warm company of almost
every one of these subjects.
Looking at the number of the
remaining few loyal subjects,
the queen wept.
ALVA KANYIKA –
alvakanyika@gmail.com
I thought of a day sans the Sun
I thought of a night sans the light
All the times that I thought of the light
I thought of Edison!
Thomas Alva Edison-
The power house shed light in the direction of right
A total solution found dark to fight
Light, an innovation from the mind of a bright
A revolution only second to the Moon walk strait
All the times that,I look at the light
I see the tired face of the might
Edison bought time and time to come out of his plight
Light in the night-
In the way of Owl's and Bat's sight
Edison, a pupil the school refused to teach
Edison, a lessen the schools undertook to teach
Edison bore torch light to his mate,Henry Ford
To put his wheels of four on the road
On the day of TWO ELEVEN of his birth-
Don't switch off lights to bring dark
But switch on saying "EDISON" in honor to mark!
(William Hammer, Thomas Alva Edison's assistant,
has reached the end of his tolerance. His boss is
planning to electrocute an elephant for a publicity
stunt.)
If he goes through with this, the dam has burst.
I'm done with him. Of all the tricks he's pulled,
this is the lowest, cheapest, cruellest. Worst.
Yes, Edison. He can't be serious,
can he? To execute an elephant?
He's out there, grinning like a Barbary ape.
Where two or more newspapermen are gathered,
Alva loses all his self-control.
He'll be there now, perspiring, shouting, lathered,
excited to his flinty, vulgar soul.
I'm William Joseph Hammer. Who are you?
A quarter-century I've spent with him,
but now the scales have fallen from my eyes.
The man's a pirate and a charlatan.
Inventor? Him?
Well, since I'm stranded here
in shabby Coney Island in the rain,
ignored and slighted, spited yet again,
I'll tell you. Edison did not invent
the light bulb - that's what he employed me for.
Besides, I'll name a dozen scientists
who'd made a working lamp some years before.
What is he good at? He's a patent-mill!
He takes out patents like a dentist, teeth
(except that dentists never put their name
on what they've pulled). The man has got no shame.
The team has all the talent, he the grin:
we think the thoughts, and Alva cashes in.
I think he's met his match in Westinghouse.
The so-called war of currents. Who will win?
America will buy one set of goods,
and where this country leads, the others go.
To get his system in American homes,
He'd kill his grandma.
Hence this all-time low.
He's worse than Czolgosz. At the very least,
the latter had nobility, although
misguided. Alva has no other cause
beyond himself. Those motion picture-things
are here for Alva's glory. When the blow
extinguishes that poor beast's life, you'll know
whose self-promoting hand was on the tiller.
Saint Thomas Alva Edison's a killer.
Such a spherical near ball of delight,
Dispelling darkness with illuminating bright light.
It’s core made of red hot and burning filament,
An element clearing blackness, our eyes out of predicament.
If not for a discovery, by Thomas Alva Edison?
We’d still be in Hades, instead we’re in Heaven.
So thanks to the bulb, we don’t strain our sight,
Whether its day light or the darkest of night.
Imagine a life without incandescent light?
I shudder to think of such a terrible plight.
- Prince Freakasso (Painter & Poet)
The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Death, disease, suffering and
unrighteousness dropping on
people’s heads
Make me like a tortoise with a
shell oh lord to brace my head.
The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Alva kanyika.
Boyfriend, girlfriend: that is
what they are known by
They promise never to say to
each other goodbye.
They call what is between them,
love,
But does it last a quarter their
age for them to have?
“Oh, let me warn you, sisters in
Jerusalem, by the gazelles,
Yes, by all the wild deer: don’t
excite love, don’t stare it up,
Until the time is ripe and you’re
ready.”
Boyfriend, girlfriend; if you have
me queried,
Love just happens.
Alva
kanyika.
TwentyFabelThree
TwentyFabelThree
Viewpoint Of The Fish
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Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old and make them
pay for unimagined hurts inflicted by society when for all the world to see the hurt
inscribed on them my enemy is nill and voided null and jointed separately
intended to become a monument of mediocre missing intentions faltering
commotions ending in so much incidental indentations of the misery of
man. "Well-informed people know it is impossible to transmit the voice over
wires and that were it possible to do so, the thing would be of no practical
value." - Editorial in the Boston Post (1865) This has always been attributed to
Thomas Alva Edison what he Rally said was this “To invent, you need a good
imagination and a pile of junk.” Referring of course to the poetry list of the
CharlaxAndroidSevenOne. The small boy was angry at us the fishermen we two
were men and strong and using bits and pieces of the little ones to catch some
larger for the skillet to add to beans we needed FISH and not just minnows we
could eat. “The fish feel pain” is what the boy said “just like humans do.” “NO”
both the eye and my friend agreed “they do not feel the same as you as eye as
we.” My friend became morose and actually tossed his minnows back and eye
grabbed all my pieces of the fish that eye was using just for bait and tossed as
far into the pond as fish could fly away from me the boy was not so easily undone
and mollified he wept and my friend tried to help him to get over it and frowning
eye was sorry for the day and beans we ate and beans we stayed and then eye
dared to make the complaint. “BOY is crazy we need to eat.” If you want to add to
this meal old man just go to the field and gather up some green onions eye have
plantered them in haste but they are long enough for yew to eat today. Hurriedly
eye rushed between the raindrops to get at the vegetables and then we
smashed the beans and made them into refried. The onions we ate as aside
dish was full of skillet mess
wait
my fabels is long but iff ewe love mee ewe will go now to part two
Glow-worms,surviving livings of the ailing village
Below the moon threatening dark in courage
Throw the light of tribes on Alva Edison's face
Taking off,landing and flying as kites threading air in race
Where is the prince?tracing night Queen in lust
Glowing worms now all over in science nest
Glow-worms bite,no cure,Grand Ma warned,I do remember
Oh,small souls flying,shining and dimming,what a wonder?
Where is fuel cell,how to refill?reveal!
Where is fuel cell,how to refill?,reveal!
Dimming in dark,Glow-worms,shining in light
Smallest ants cast long shadows is how right,
Teaching a life lesson in all their might!