Best Celerity Poems
Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no future roles to play.
The primitive man and all modern
day caveman - and sand men have
forgotten the people of the soil-and
the trees and the water and the mountains
women behaving _nonchalantly___
as they watch -us being erased;
Written out of history.
What is left of us
we who write poetry
that does not impress wealth,
they eat, we die -- they drink
we go thirsty, they make
merry with their Dirty sex;
While we imitate our exterminators.
we disappear with
broken noses and borrowed hair
We are no more.
Our costumes died
then our children
with no past and no future
we are no more~~~~
Now that we are being
created by our scribes;
penned down ages before we could
realize that our solemn but
equivocal art, superimposed
with fervent sentences bore
more intonations & meanings
than maidenly sought;
We lie within our meditative silences.
Reminiscing the helter,skelter and
dither, through which our stories
were told in words.
While the strokes by our quills
fade & shiver to sheer posterity
but eventful mileages;
We beseech this forthcoming generation
To voice out in unison the
unfinished phrases, but clauses
yet again.We are now no more.
Although there were a few scattered
prospects yet to be achieved;
we lie abed not asunder,
With no regret or fear or whatsoever
We are no more.
Only in fiction shall we meet
To play our parts with unsung aptitude.
As our styles are pursued;
Until then, we are no more.
As life still beckons on
with trajectories being preached
but sold,We pray you, this age
that celerity & glee fuel your
palms but gumption's with
deepened emotions & thinking caps.
As the die is cast,
Till the results are known;
We are now no more!
PLEASURES OF MAN’S FOLLY
What can we say of man’s wisdom?
But to know it seeks freedom
From the distance of heavens kingdom
The thoughts of which we should feast on
Pleasures of man’s folly
What necessity is invention?
Than to rip nature of perfection
Reality hell bent on mass correction
The end on which lies destruction
Pleasures of man’s folly
They claim hold of its need
Yet it’s far from the necessary
Giving life to the eyes at sight
Its use is damned till dawn
Pleasures of man’s folly
Men and neonates rage at your presence
Hearts lift to know of your absence
Sight of your absence is a welcoming ambience
Your many colours can’t restore looming pretence
Pleasures of man’s folly
Your conception was silly,
With or without straps
Be it perfect or willy-nilly;
Full or half cups
Pleasures of man’s folly
Two mountains rise to clarity
One valley cleave seen in celerity
At your removal mountains obey gravity
Your work is best expressed in brevity
Pleasures of man’s folly
Before now, you never existed
All could see the lumps you confined
Alas these days, we are perplexed
Since your use for confinement is released
Pleasure of man’s folly
Natures age long pacifier
Why have you sought in her solace?
She is no good to you even in tubes
She is a traitor when she comes in nets
Pleasures of man’s folly
She makes a dint when off
Process which baths many flag-off
Our expectations never cut-off
At the break of sunlight we round-off
Pleasures of man’s folly
We salute your courage
At sight, you ignite our forage
Tales about you will be the best montage
But, what use is you in old age?
Pleasures of man’s folly
THE INVINCIBLE PEN
All is in my sight but the limits that I can’t see
Why was last place an option
When first is where I’m supposed to be
While I’m still moving forward
I see no one else ahead of me
The sky is the limit
And hard work is the only fee
I know one day
My fears are going to be scared of me
With God on my side
He’ll always have my fidelity
I believe that I will make it
I don’t care about the celerity
Because when my sun… sets
I know my goals are there to bury me.
we awoke to five machine guns
staring at us
all were American made
therein a comfort
another American in a foreign land
the caveat, Federales were holding them
we were naked
Sally from the Alley and i
wanted to ask us a few questions
i made my way to my pants
promising God, if you would
get me out of this one
i will never touch another drop
the caveat, never promise in haste
as she arose
five machine guns followed her
half-naked across the room
the caveat, opportunity invites celerity
quickly i slipped my grip on the rum
two swallows down
Paul's epistle to Timothy
a little wine for thy stomach's sake
and your frequent ailments
such as my hangovers
on the other bed lay
Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson
playing deaf and dumb
along with a quarter pound of smoke
i will give you five to one
they take the smoke
and leave the poets alone
the caveat, they did
well gentlemen say i
none spoke English
i will give you five to one
i will get out of this
God pities drunks and idiots
already two get-out-of-jail-free cards
i did after hours of questioning
a refresher course on Mexican law
and the realization come morning
the reason for all of this
i would be burying another friend
because of alcohol
just when you have life figured
it slaps the smile away
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
the joyous partner the microwave
it has become my chef
alas not quite my mother's hand
but for its swiftness of foot
there is no other
yes i survive on the TV dinner
oh dear Lord i have shown my age
frozen until my vittles need calling
it is a world of the chophouse
from a hashery where most dine
no fuss, just plain celerity needed
those exquisite tastes, hidden within
lucious noodles and sauces
from white to red
and should that become a disaster
there is always ketchup
Siracha, Hot Mustard, Orange, Honey
it is almost endless for Asia
the frozen dinner section sublime
those long rows packaged and waiting
almost a walk in the Lourve of paintings
as you ogle those reflections in frosted doors
i become a child on Christmas morning
Master Chef in TV Dinnerland
the trick is in the additions
a tad of salsa, or perhaps sour cream
of course scads of butter on taters
A1 or H57 sauce on the meatloaf, or Salisbury
in the vegetable department a loverly
chopped, ready-to-go medley
of onion, celery, and carrot
jalapenos, green chilis, olives
come already in cans chopped
simply sprinkle on at last minute
but the greatest joy held in my heart
is when i place the holy offering
i would never eat, retrieved from garbage
into that loverly microwave
always upon a microwave-safe plate
gently affixing an impediment to door
wait for that loverly moment
when that pesky fly enters to dine
slam the door in most haste
hit that 3-minute button
nothing more civilized than well done
then wait for that pure joy
when the whistling, whirling stop
light goes off, and the wonderful
ding, ding, ding of a job well done
let the philosophers and theologians
go on, and on about revenge
but i vote it is best when microwaved
loverly i say
OKC 7/01
A baronial zing of blue jacket
Blithesome attitude,
Allures me to join navy,
A credence to serve countrymen,
When territories enter a ballicose
Only to belittle through broach,
Or to lull enemy by celerity
Not by swindling but by courage,
Howsoever contentious is the situation
To prevent from contretemps,
Think better of,
Think much of ,
Think through !!
Username- Upma A. Sharma
Motif- philosophical
A midsummer's day turned any old night,
Yet my wife, my wife was nowhere in sight.
Around the town I searched with frantic celerity,
Yearning for a glimpse of her blonde-haired gaeity.
Her friends, I spotted, her friends did say
That she went into the wood before cockcrow that day.
This wood, this wood were no ordinary wood;
Inside was a beast, over ten feet he stood.
Or so they had said, the survivors that could.
The survivors that escaped from that blasphemous wood.
I gathered my steel and clambered atop the balustrade
To broadcast and gather a mob for my trade.
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It were a sleepy morning in my comfortable wood,
When along came a thing; pink, fleshy, and I stood
I stood up and waved as the fleshy things do,
But this one kept quiet for a second or two.
A second or two with my claws in the air,
Jiggling, jingling, and my teeth left abare.
I mimicked my best at what the fleshy things do,
But this one, this one made a loud noise, too,
Just like the rest of the pink fleshy things do.
The birds went a-flying and the deer went a-running,
But the sound, the sound, it just kept a-coming.
I did what I did to the many before,
And quieted that thing, forevermore.
Beautiful innocence, purity plain and true is fleeting
Spent the honest face of likeability that wore the thin veneer of naivety
Forgotten the simple control of ratiocination, it has gone.
To be seen and heard, to be adored has become a primary focus, a purpose
“Listen to me, I’ve nothing to say”.
Jargon, so annoying, the argot so cloying
Phrases falling thick and abstruse
Self-respect adds pace to the celerity of idiocy
Suffocating sycophants arrive
Needing to be heard by one and by all
Surrounded by yes and no
Encircled with friends but friendless
At home but alone, minds clouded by the void
Told what to say, and love and do and who
Care less of others opinion, a talent blind and envious
Believing themselves eloquent sophisticats, nothing but empty headed morons
They could fill a room with words and not know their meaning, nor spell them
Not realising how vacuous and unnecessary they’ve become
Their inanity is an insult to the inane
Hate them, despise them. Want to be like them.
Challenges singe meninges sometimes
Painting dark clouds on the canvas in corridors
Where at times
I seem to coerce open doors
To weep
At the folly I engage
To sweep
Common sense and its stage
Aside as I create reality too stringent
I can’t accommodate
Ideas I consider pungent
During the numb nights
When my mind
Would demand I cut out fights
That could unbind
Confusion from the fortress
Where I vow never again to look back
Lest I should pity the mistress whose dress
Caught up in a salubrious snare can hack
The sanity I dare to preserve
In the midst of lack of clarity
On the direction and predilection my verve
Changes in its conception of the celerity at which one celebrity
Sinks beneath dignity
To a low ebb
Where impunity
In brick and mortar business and commerce on the Web
Suggest a change in paradigm
In the way I handle social issues of a sensitive nature
Which though worth more than a dime
Grow prone to a departure from the signature
I append to blend the best of spices
My exclusive taste demands
For the best possible prices
My approval commands
If I’m to listen to the plea
That signals the beginning of the end of the frivolity
Witnessed when midgets from reality flee
To seek refuge within the stability of humility.
Crazy
Fate mocks People
Fuzzy
How we become a couple
In business, in marriage
Make commitments
To nurture the carriage
Teeming with developments
Cultivated into a caring art
When from the bottom of our hearts we feel love
So smart
We float and fly above wings of the dove
Fate flies in our face
To dangle a carrot
Into hearts so enamoured on the surface they displace
Caution and in a crazy motion parrot
I love you
As if we uttered an eternal verity
When we can’t rescue
Life from love celerity
That rumbles like an avalanche
Breaking through hearts torn into
Every which way in a tranche
Meant for one but consumed by two
Hearts immersed in a race for self destruction
Plotted on dotted lines
Under instruction
From legal tomes whose spines
Weary of complaints and recriminations desensitize
Mouths that blurt vows we seldom keep
Which we satirize and dehumanize
When a few months or years down the line, eyes weep
Upon realizing a mistake
Sneaks into the dreams thought so priceless
With relatives’ reputations at stake
Grows so tasteless
Imperatives dictate we take tough decisions
Fed on wisdom
That can no longer condone incisions and excisions
In a faulty kingdom
Whose future no longer certain
Deserves a conversation with fate
To ascertain, maintain and retain
Sanity although it seems too late to clean a sullied slate.
Seldom mistaken
A besotted bloke in New York
In love taken and shaken
Dreaming of an infatuation stroke
Bakes in his mind
A love niche his heart to gladden
Despite the labour grind
Of the love burden
Strutting his manifesto
Under a moonlight in a tryst
That delights his toe
To roll out a love feast
The bloke splurges
In honour of the damsel of his dreams
As time essence urges
Celerity in streams
Galvanized in his desire to capture
The damsel
Who his thoughts and feelings rapture
As though she were a gazelle
Swimming at the deep end of the swimming pool
In his heart
From which only he could be the fool
To depart
Heart on fire
Mind in flight
Imagination for hire
On the crucial night
When his emotional skills on test
Ought to gather
Opportunities in haste
On suds of love lather
In consonance with the promise
The bloke made to himself
The damsel to kiss
To delight the damsel’s self
Alas! Damsel repels
Advances made
In love pails
Her sanctity the damsel won’t trade or degrade.
I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him into traditional beer
In a nearby shanty compound
Where I got his head into God’s fear
Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around
The special welcome made him the follower
I desired
Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower
Than he aspired but higher than he perspired
I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance
As best as I could
Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance
That would
Not upstage Special
Whom he soon began to emulate
With artificial
Manners to dissimulate
The nascent confidence he feared might offend me
If he grew overconfident
More than I could agree
If he became less diffident
But he played the good boy
Obedient like a lapdog
Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy
Like a contented warthog
When my training petered out
Satisfaction smiled
In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout
Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.
Cool summer breeze hot body can console
But heavy winds can hummer the very soul
Not just the fury of wind but also its role
Not the usual one of spreading the seeds but one reminding us time exacts a toll
Man fears time and time reminds him of that every fall
One day back to earth man will fall
Like going over an edge of a waterfall
Like a black raven after his very last croaky call
But there is wonder in wind that murmurs in poplar canopy
It is like reflection of meaning of life philosophy
And in it is a key
To moving the very spirit in its majesty
In the celerity of understanding continuity and discontinuity
Beyond simpler of questions of evolution end divinity
There lies essence of philosophy
And can grant our soul immortality
Qualities of the person in the mirror lie within you
Moulded, built and boosted by friends and associates you choose
Although to ascend the next level blood fresh and new
Needed in a cruise
Beyond agile ambitions and inputs
From the fickle feeds you tap
To traverse thrifty throughputs
Flying higher in the next lap
That your profile raises from tapping the best asset sets
You possess in terms of potential
Lying dormant within presets
That catapult you into and beyond quintessential
Processes and procedures injecting multiple new ideas
Gleaned and mixed at the right moment
To harness contributions from proteas
Whose petals and sepals elicit from you a comment
About aspirations and inspirations you culture and nurture
When from the stagnation vulture you flee
Cultivating an outgoing culture
As you heed from a sage the plea
That to your life’s core attracts fruitful feeds
Your status quo requires
To break free of creeds
Discredited and diluted by pyres and tyres
Rolling forward without advances
Essential to scale new heights
Which in your life enrich stances
You adopt to consume bites
Whose ingredients by nature and formulation
Complete your aspiration process
To new heights your assumption
Depends upon to register tangible progress
That harvests new knowledge
Skills and other attributes
Upon which your future prospects rely to deliver the message
Whose substance and form determine types of roots
That sink deep
Catalyzing celerity requirements
To reinvigorate white wings whose sweep
Enriches your investment increments
Paying off
Upon bestowing on you potent partners
Enjoining and urging you never to loaf
Or potent partners won’t rescue you from the snare in creepy corners.