Best Avidity Poems
the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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I am the reminiscence of you, since you were once me –
stirred among the strings of sense.
I am the reminiscence of everything you love,
since the vivacity of things you praise most.
I remind you of dark of the sky enlivened by stars, blue,
Or grey miasmas scurrying towards the horizon.
Or I remind you of undaunted tide of time clenching fist against you,
Or perhaps, I remind you of the marionettes of dead
Danced by twisted delusions.
Perhaps I am horror to you, or joy
Of trivial surprises which you long for with avidity,
But cannot quench your insatiable thirst.
Perhaps I am your reminiscence, really,
Of stardust slowly fading somewhere in your past sojourns.
Yet I could have been me apart from your reminiscence,
Instead of an endless strive of hauling eyes above the sea of us,
As I know, the corpse of poets’ floats for a show
While the living ones are dragged down to be trampled.
Something changing, shifting, fading...
Lackluster, the heat has gone cold.
Open portals closing, drifting, dreaming...
Trepidation, the eyes to the soul.
Someone wishing, reaching, feeling...
Imploring, a quick and tantalizing grasp.
Deadened passion, avidity, and lust.
Lost in the divine languor of deaths sleep
Somewhere distant he heard the call of his name…
Barely sensing the avidity of life’s gift
Recalling the auger of the messiahs promise…
He rebuked the plea under the swathe of deaths eye,
Again the distant voice demanded of him
Forcing him to recall all that he had once been…
Beheld of the need to carry the word
Forcing himself to his feet inside the dark sepulcher…
Consciousness breached the boundaries of his mind,
With a heavy breath he carped at the pain
Racking through a body lost in the rigid shroud of death…
With each aching footfall he moved toward his salvation,
Again came the command, “Come forth”
The cherubic beauty of the voice persuading him…
Lazarus stepped into the light to live again.
morning brought an arcane song to my ears
i was observing the spilling of light
between the curtain and the wall
the way the light seemed to carry the dust
when my quite moment
was dispatched
by the sensation of the earth and
its 30 km/ps rate of motion
by comparison
i wasn't even a mite
on an elephants eyelash
i was a microbe
riding on a rock
on a massive migration through space
my body became filled with avidity-
something was about to happen
the dam was made of mud
and it was monsoon season
looking into the hallway mirror
i was astonished to see the image inside
was not me
this was some type of apparition
a ghost
that belonged to someone else
the electrons in my brain swirled
forming the loose pattern of wafting smoke
an electrified current
all of this energy
shot past the sleeping dogs
though the house
pierced the atmosphere
then outward into the deep vastness of the heavens
a remarkable paroxysm and
i was back with myself
yet
i felt subtly metamorphosed
looking around,
all of the stuff
i had worked so diligently
to acquire
took on a look of being frivolous
unnecessary
it was all the programming of someone else
the whims of a schizophrenic
with vainglorious proclivities
a booming voice announces:
if you do not abide to the constructs
of this lovely societal aggregation
you are an outcast
a luddite
a nihilist
a lost soul
a demagogue
a loser
a shoe shiner
a sewage swiller
weak,
pathetic,
unable to assimilate
due to anachronistic tendencies
...
we have viewed into the aperture
that gives a glimpse
of both dissonnant living and
ways to slough off the insanity
but
we are controlled by dna's unblinking eyes
we make love and war simultaneously
we are the amalgamation of genes we conspire against
dna spirals up my spine
then feathers across my neurons
entrenching its fingers into my convolutions
i am the product of a mad scientist
who has designed me with used atoms
from distant, dead stars
i breathe oxygen
that have been around since the birth
of the universe
yet,
despite it all,
these animated atomic miracles
have fought to keep us all held together
so that we may witness the splendor
of being alive
the morning song wasn't so veiled after all
In all my life
I’ve never spent a full day with you
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two
I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle
Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot
A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go
Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill
When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity
As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay
I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed
So Dad, please just let go of the mead
By Nicholas A. Bello
Many claims love is mad,
Alike you spice of life;
I wonder listen to glad
Spare rare its magic dive.
No age bar pride prefer,
Not even avidity for sex;
Caste, color, creed cried confer,
Consider beauty of mind relax.
Free from bondage perfect hive,
Sustain glory till universe alive.
OUR LIBRARIAN
I once remember the
Librarian in my college
Meticulous ,and savvy
His love for knowledge
Knows no bound.
I once remember the
Librarian in my University
A man with a large heart for others
His glasses perking on his nose
His Professorial “penkelemesi” like
Grey hair connotes love for research.
But
I cannot but ask which librarian is this?
I cannot but query the insidious sudden
Love of this Huckster for knowledge
I cannot but be surprised at his hubbub
Declaration for his Library launch.
Oh ye people of our land!
Lets all give ovation du applaud to
Our land’s new Librarian.
The very one who rakes in seven
Of a billion cowries in a hurry
In the all looters Library launch.
The very one whose hatred for education
Towers so high and hit all towers of ivory.
The very atrocious leader of the ruling bandit
Whose avidity for money stares us in the face.
The very leading African Chimera whose
Chicanery we cannot measure
Has now suddenly fall in love with knowledge.
The very blood brother of “Haruna”on our campus
Who votes irritating meager resources for education
He is now our own celebrated Librarian.
The very illiterate Mechanic whose
Baleful gaze alone destroys our land’s Library
He is now our dreadful Librarian.
Sorry ,we know our Librarians
Our Libraries , we are acquainted with
Our Libraries are of obsolete materials
Ours is of more archaic facilities
With books and non books available
Two moons ago still branded new editions
This is our own Libraries.
Let the new Librarian disburse the seven
Of a billion cowries to our Libraries
Let him pump cowries into our education
Let their be more modern Libraries in our land
For is it of a nation that values knowledge
That gets the best of knowledge today and morrow .
Alayande Stephen .T
16th April, 2006
05.25pm
For Mr President 's special Library launch.
When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I see my own strength staring back
I see that I am worthy
Hugged in the warmth of its beat
I am attracted to your integrity
To your passionate journey
Of your flight to the stars
Do you know...that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
My flames long to be
There is an absence of fear
In every step you tread
I can feel that you have walked beyond
Your darkest, murkiest hour
And your faith has not been crushed
You have risen above the darkness
And you continue to rise in light
You have been so alone,
You have been the hero for yourself
You value strong hearts and minds
And you will never settle for less
To be in your space
Is to taste the earth's finest flavor
To be in your space
Is to master genuine laughter
And meaningful tears
To be in your space is to
Wrestle with the magic of truth
With a healthy zest for movement
And a promising thirst for growth
I want to be in your space
Till there is no space in-between
For you and I see
That your spirit is my fire's need
And my joy is your soul's dream
When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I remember why we suffer,
And I rejoice,
For you lead me to the stars of night
To the gracious lights in the sky
That show us the weight of our mortality
And our ascending hope beyond
Do you know…that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
Aries of Avidity,
My flames long to be
July 25, 2018
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
What care I for love! Its adulation that drowns out all other enterprise of the heart like a siren. Its promise of treasure that lures man to concession of loves knavish aptitude. We overtly advertise our heart’s mannequin guards to forge the illusion of strength, yet wittingly concede love and the pursuit of, to direct our actions, choose our robes, set our goals, assign our speech. We grant it, like a spy, to ensconce in our aspirations, to squander our time and memory, to seek out names, to remember faces and places. To afford its attempts, avidity and appetite to influence even the most infinitesimal of decisions. To say this street or that street. This café or that café. And as a sportsman’s caddy, we follow. Is love so rich and potent that a mere drop hath the ability to dilute one hundred barrels of its ill side effects? Or is this mere legend? For its legend is all I have ever tasted. Why then do I proclaim a dish’s superiority if I have never tasted it! Why do I dedicate my life, to a king I have never seen?
Springtide has come with great ease,
as all the frigid temperatures cease,
and mother nature’s devoid of freeze.
I see the lavender fields in the breeze,
and fall down onto my grateful knees.
There’s such beauty in the willow trees,
and marvel in the blooming of lilies.
I see the magnificence that no one sees,
as I plant and pick my fresh green veggies,
and make homemade jam from raspberries.
The roses bring nectar for the honey bees,
tending to my garden I have great abilities,
as I show a knack for nature in expertise,
and shine with excellent and fine capabilities.
I start to grill with avidity and gain calories!
The leaves bloom on my maple of Japanese,
playing in the sandbox, Ella’s cheeks I squeeze,
and I sneeze from all my hay fever allergies.
May this season of Spring stay to appease,
so with my loving family I can make memories.
March 9, 2018
Eternal Song of Human Love
Human love is not a picnic party
It is a grand festival of mercy and humanity.
Human love is not wine of pride and prejudice
It is a vast vine of sublimation sans malice
Human love is not a loo of aversion
It is ceaseless rain of compassion.
Human love is not pitch dark of despair
It is a luminous element, full of hope and care.
Human love is not a bread of hunger and humiliation
It is a sacred thread of ecstasy and affection…
Human love is not a butcher’s avidity
It is a sanctimonious garland of fraternity.
Human love is not rough waves of salty seas
It is a long shadow of evergreen trees.
Let us unanimously sing eternal song of human love.
please allow ample delivery time
per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
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.