Best Banes Poems
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
Trochaic Pentameter
My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that
blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish.
I am made calm by her presence like at
times when discontent doth make one peevish.
She is children's mother never churlish,
meeting needs with day to day devotion.
Seen ne'er showing disposition surlish,
lady having no bad fractious notion.
She doth ease all banes with soothing lotion,
wipes away hurts life delights in bringing.
Problem solver, lessens my full portion.
Oh hark! Listen stranger! My heart's singing.
Gentle spirit, loving mother, my pearl.
These and more are seen in soul of my girl.
i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets please keep me in mind
distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see its still where I left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme
Im sorry, I wanted more,with all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away
without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
drifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say
Im sorry, I wanted more,with all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away
down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means
If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello,
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district,
then god must be a panderer.
Am I not already rewarded?
My woman is: an orange, perfect in the sun;
a watermelon, succulent;
a mango with sweet nectar;
a passion fruit, freshly plucked.
One woman is ecstasy,
two is hell’s gate.
A saphead is a glutton for pure virgins.
Lives foolishly forfeit for peculiar sayings.
Let not this bird fly,
for the two that is promised?
When god became a sexist,
it came to pass that man recreate himself, a lunatic,
and the woman he objectified became the dominant sex.
Covet not the splendor of paradise,
where the mansions in my father’s house are brothels
perfumed with the scent of intercourse.
A gift of seventy-two maidens
is an everlasting punishment.
'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life,
the taproot that strengthens my mindset,
my cornerstone, my anchor, my backbone
when I wobble in the wind over matters
that I deem too serious to contemplate.
Lately, my thoughts swing back and forth,
from heights and depths, highs and lows.
My conscience cannot abide the seesaw
on which it rides up and down.
It wants to get off but can't find the right stride
to control where my troubled mind goes.
What fulcrum will serve as a bulwark for me?
Today I turn away from the bitterness and strife,
but tomorrow my mind will again pivot upon life.
I am a pendulum, swinging in the air,
but I have no counterweights to spare.
I try to bury my worries, but I still hear them chime.
There's no place to hide from a revolution.
Persecution of the innocent is a wretched crime.
What can I do to ease such chaos and lament?
I pray for Divine intervention with the intention
that God's mercy will help humankind
endure their banes and lessen their pains.
But is it His plan to save man in this way?
I've become unsure that He will intervene.
With so much folly and corruption in the world
I wonder... should I keep my sails unfurled
and take flight so that I might never see
horrors in the night and the bitter blight,
the tragedy being inflicted upon each other.
Or should I stay to fight with my brothers?
Given my druthers, there'd be no choice to make
if greed in fiendish ones, they would forsake.
What hub could serve as the center point,
a crux where minds meet to ease the tension,
and erase the apprehension in our society?
If there is an answer it has not come to the fore.
Must that mean war is the only solution?
Is there no resolution, something awesomely sublime,
to be a lever of sanity and give proper perspective
to a world standing on the edge of fanatical unrest?
I've no answer that would end the volatile upheaval
or staunch the flow of blood driven by an evil ego.
To negate the vile ones who are assailing humanity,
will take a mind shrewder than mine has to reveal.
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THE STRANGER MAN (3)
But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of the wind lies.
With same velocity on toward the hurdle
And whether it shall scale through or not
It is of no concern to the wind.
In this wise, once I burdened the future.
Of what will be is the mundane-minded query
Always to guard against the future
Is as to the cloud preventing away from sight.
Thus I scrimp and stake all that I earn
As savings for futurity yet behind the cloud
Haba…again and again lost it all in a duel
With forces of circumstance ascribe not to!
Love is an elusive finch that flutters
And made me become both foolish and wise.
The elixirs of love are the very banes,
Anxiety, longing, heartbreak…name me!
So lovesick for love I lost compos mentis.
It is all a delusion I bargain with my heart
I pursue her no more, let her seek for me
If she loves and I shall test her genuineness
With life-span patience while I wander still
Till I return we shall unite yonder the horizon.
The mind alone the power of love can feel
And her essence can tell in absence of her.
Let it be so, I shall not be enamored
While she crave for my presence
My wistful heart is not for her I see
I do without her and keep the beat on
I sold her my heart even in absence
And now she is gone to have a soma.
Farewell dear to blow air to the wind.
Why tug scudding cloud and cling a shadow?
I will let go of all I love and heave the burden
Not on my shoulder but the ease of my heart.
From the piles of corporeal stocks abscond,
I tire of them because they content me not
From years searching for gold and myadestes afield…
But from within the recess of my heart I find
An amber gilded gem concealed in the depth.
I never was good mixer having to know first myself
For men someday shall walk the solitary path
While also to sing the soloist song;
Friends are strangers for they shall depart
And strangers are friends for they shall arrive.
Bereavement is a pain,
Worse than being lashed or chained
It crushes and destroys you mind
No one for it is trained,
By it every path is drained
And every learner’s book is stained
Nothing is left, not even a grain
For you to plant after the rain
You are lucky you are not slain
Or pushed out into a drain
There will be nowhere for you to claim
Even if you fell with a plane
Bereavement is a pain
That tares your heart and soul apart
It banes your flash and leave you ash
No one will dare escape from it,
Running from it only makes it worse
You’ll even wish you faced it soon
Having being suppressed and looked for long
Makes it wild like bruised Elephant
It’s a matter of time before it explode
And blow up on your face
And then you’ll truly understand
That this world is not for you to gain
It for you to get a strain,
Until you join the zombie- match.
Bereavement is a disaster
Worse than earthquakes and flutes
It shakes your world and flushes your trust
No one will rescue you from it
Its thunder rows like a hungry lion,
The storm it makes is excruciating
The time it’s over
You’ll witness the damage, your eyes, your body,
Your soul, will tell it all
Bereavement is a torture
Worse than the rack and electric shocks
No one will persevere the pain
after a few drinks
one cold night
the Rev. Mr Culpepper
left his club
in the eastern part of
Jasper County Mississippi
on his walk home
he was taken sick
and stopped at the residence
of a dear lady friend
the widow mary banes
there hie took
a dose or two
maybe even three
of medicine
followed by
some liquid
libation
here he suddenly died
in a manner of minutes
his disease
was found to be
bilious colic
Aspire to disseminate inspiration
Respire to ameliorate affection
Mire fires and spires of misinformation
Contribute to spreading care
Distribute love to play fair
Develop attributes with plenty of love flair
Seek to provide answers
Hobnob with love dancers
Fight and blight social cancers
Break backs and stacks of malice
Build bridges and bonds of justice
Scoff at the bluff of prejudice
Share love
Support love grown from above
Rabbles and squabbles dare to solve
Don’t jump on the bandwagon of arrogance
Steer to bonds of care in every circumstance
From evil and weevil maintain a healthy distance
Grow into a harbinger of good news
Principled friends dare to choose
Abstain if you can from strains and banes of booze
Perfect the art of loving
Delight in healthy living
Build a field and shield of forgiving
Arise to sunrises and surprises of initiative improvement
Sway away from egregious involvement
Build and wield a progressive movement
Cement and augment halos of happiness
Desist from fists and twists of sadness
Dispel bells and cells of wanton weakness
Above all be a pillar of immutable truth
Discount chains and mountains growing uncouth
Cling to wings of hope, moulding the youth
As bliss spreads
A swathe of sorrow dreads
A bright future weaves peace threads.
THIS HOME OF HORRIBLE HATE
Voices of doom fanned by ugly hate
Our doom Echo in shattered boom
Voices of penury and avoidable hate
Clutched vehemently in tall viral gloom
Amidst squabbles of unequal and mates
Like the cash in the domain of true boom
Spread in the faces of embattled States
Lurking our boom and sailing our doom
This Nasty home of avoidable hate
The Gulf your main host of doom
Alike tortured the almighty States
The West and terror marry in doom
Black species endangered in hate
Asia lay in hot wait of avoidable doom
Tangled and ruffled this ugly world hate
Wearing a face of very twisted boom
This Nasty home of acute doom-filled hate
Smashing our treasure tearing our boom
Lives lay waste in the grip of cruel haste
Properties shed tears in nasty gloom
Growth’s menu of nasty tasteless taste
All in penury in acute clutches of doom
Our future a waste in random haste
This world of tales and gloomy boom
Fair play and justice banes of this hate
Equity and dialogue the apostles of boom
Selfless service the banes of this hate
Eviction of rancor the apostles of boom
Equality and unity the banes of this hate
Morality and sober the apostles of boom
Round page round hole bane of this hate
Sacredness of life an apostle of boom
This Nasty home of acute doom-filled hate
Free your hands off our enviable room
Or we set you ablaze the fans of hate
To set your cruelty a shameful gloom
No more wars and embers of this hate
That our gloom in doom may turn a boom
We in this home are weary of this hate
Save our souls and return us to our boom
My Arabian stallion
As white as the Arctic floors
As fierce as the fire dragon
My pride and joy ever more
Gallop through the Arabian Plains
Enduring the storm of sands
Enduring the odds and banes
As fast as lightning he ran
With this stallion I have
Man looked at me with envy
The challenge i shall accept
To prove my stallion is MIGHTY
With this stallion i have
Can't you see this lady stands strong
If you think you can step on me
Baby, you judge me wrong
This stallion is my pride
Proving nothing but strength and might
Dare you provoked this lady's tribe
With a sword and armour I shall fight!
" WE SHALL VOTE
WITH OUR
CONSCIENCES"
Let us cast our minds
back to '1983' massacre
When inking our thumbs
were as inking our
death-warrants
We exercised our
franchise in peace
But the result was
given in pieces
We roared against it !!
Our roars were
silenced by gun
Then,
Roads were littered with
human-bones
And frozen bloods in
our drainages
Homes were razed to
flame
The hands of Akure
sons were drumming
-the broken-wall in
sorrow
And her daugthers
were dancing in anguish
To the feast of war
Today,
We shall vote with our
Consciences
To elect our favourite
not an alien
-Who came from
beyond to rule our
within
My people!
Help me to tell 'PDP'
We can no longer stay
under their teared-
umbrella
Where our heads
expose to sun's rays
Tell 'ACN' brooms can
no Longer sweep away
our banes
Tell 'LP' it's done whats
good
Our consciences'll say
maybe 'LP' to stay or go
All I know is that;
We shall vote with our
consciences.
Poet: Adesitimi Taiwo.
Midst soothing cheers spring has unique features,
It's a grand mixture of vast boons and banes;
The spring sun is a balm for some creatures,
While its burns cause, for others, strains and pains...
Do all plants that come to life bring-in smiles?
Beech, birch, alder, and ash allergies cause;
Though gentle breeze blows in its rhythmic styles,
Don't gales and squalls have deadly claws...?
While sparrows, swallows, and swifts sing songs sweet,
Don't mosquitoes, bugs, and fleas sharply sting?
Reptiles break their hibernation retreat,
Midst butterflies, don't flesh flies too, take wing...?
Spring is, hence, not the sole season at all,
It's just one like winter, summer, and fall...!!!
09 February 2023
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The dew, sunshine, autumn and spring
Nature stirs in virtue and the birds sing
Heart and soul flying on vibrant wings
With joy and delight in ample swing
In my garden with beauty and grace
I sit merging with serenity and calm
Imbued with harmony and accord
Passing a day of fulfillment and ease
In the company of boughs and leaves
With beauty of flowers ready to bloom
Rejoicing aroma of retreating autumn
In cool breeze, blue sky and subtle sun
Beyond good and bad, high and low
Away from turmoil of worldly banes
In embrace of my vibe and ambiance
I live moments in silence and ecstasy
In regard to human's such abject abyss and absurdity, we can't help questioning: can human still be indulgent in the virulent vainglory having shaped their pretentious and dangerous preconception of a human-centered and human-dominated cosmos? can human waywardly go on with their ecologic vandalism having already triggered the macrocosmic nature's wrath and punishment? In fact, all their perverted precepts and practices have spoilt or to a large extent countervailed the hard-earned results of their positive efforts. ( e.g. vaccine development, treatment of the infected)
As can be seen more often than not: Overloaded hospital wards and overwrought medical workers are outflanked by waves of overwhelming epidemic peaks, and the process of vaccination popularization outpaced by the viruses' variation and proliferation. Indeed, human's arrogance, ignorance and particularly conscience absence have estranged them from one informative sense: The best remedy is the due respect for the macrocosmic nature that nurtures the entire universe and the due reverence for her sovereign system that really dominates every being and everything living or working inside her domain; The best vaccine is the virtue of taking all harmless lives kindly and taking kindly to the nature's heartfelt call for every bio-community member's benign ecofriendly behavior.
Having ironed out the aforesaid reasoning and arguments and having made clear our firm attitude and stance, we hereby urge Spanish, Dutch butchers and especially the Dane banes:
Stop your criminal and cruel cull without delay, do not engage any more in any activity that may bring us extinction, mass toll and physical or psychological harm, let us resume enjoying our old habitat safe and calm.
We also want to extend our exhortation to all of the human being: Make a thorough stock-taking of the circumstances of correlated infection-prone species and overall epidemic aspect before renouncing your previous evil ways and recommitting to building a livable eco-environment and lovable bio-community. Only after the strict imposition of precautionary disciplines upon your daily behavior, would there be a promising future of fine faith and fair fortune for every existent being under the sun, of course including yourselves; In the bargain, would come genuinely effective epidemic-controlling & prevention mechanisms for yourselves.