Best Counseled Poems
The date was set and the church booked up
Invitations sent out, colors picked, and a hall for the sup.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen had all been chosen
For the date for us on the calendar was now frozen.
The Maid of Honor could only one person be
The Best Man knew this day would be crazy.
For all of the planning, the work, and the tension
Would culminate in this day of anticipation.
The minister counseled us and helped us to plan
But the burden was on us, for this day to span.
We wanted everyone to be as happy with us today
That's why we took so long to plan it this way.
The floweres trimmed the aisle along the carpet white
While all our family and friends dressed festively tonight.
The music started to play as the couples walked the aisle
I was reminded not to cry, instead to give a big smile.
It was my turn to walk the walk now
"Don't slip, don't trip, don't cause a row.
It's the day of the wedding and there is my peer
One question remains, "What am I doing here?"
My world a chasm of utter darkness
Dreariness enveloped me like a cloud
Bound by chains in an abandoned fortress
Tormented body - a field freshly plowed
Accomplishments ignored; voice never heard
Wondered why on earth was I even born
Treated like clipped wings of a fallen bird
Ripped to shreds, I could no longer be torn
Unsettling to be taunted by others
When all you do is exemplify love
Why is it so hard to love one another
As commanded by the Savior above
I tried so hard to find favor in their sight
All efforts were unfavorably received
I began to pray and was bathed in light
Chains started falling, my sentence reprieved
God looks at me and sees a worthy prize
The Lord loves all of his children the same
I’m no longer concerned about man’s eyes
Ill-conceived judgments nor secular names
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
His mighty name is worthy to be praised
I thank him for his redemptive power
For being my light on the darkest of days
In times of despair God spoke from above
Through His Word, He counseled and He advised
Keep His commandments - Keep walking in love
I am His, I am loved, and I am a prize!
She should have been Hera, goddess queen of heaven, the sister-wife of
Zeus, king of the gods; she would have caught him one Friday night tipping
Out while she sleeps to visit one of his plumy wives and over 100 relations.
She would have said, “Sit down Zeus; let me inform you about the laws of
Property settlement and child support in heaven with a concrete poem.”
She would have straightened up Aphrodite, goddess of love and lust.
Especially when Aphrodite was caught red-handed making love to
Her son, Ares, the God of war, she probably would have said, “Now look
Here woman, quit messing with my son and creating all this rumblings in
Heaven with the gods.” I could see some Lanturne poems floating
She would have acted as the sister of Demeter, goddess of fertility,
Agriculture, and harvest, a sister of Zeus. Because she would have
Blessed women with children who need them, and also farmers
With great harvest and crops to feed their families and sustain the
People across the land, by waving a haiku poem in her healing hands
She would have screamed as the sister of Hermes, the crooked cattle-rustling
God; son of Zeus and Maia, who stole his brother, Apollo’s cows, then
Lied, and swore before Zeus, their father, “That even if I knew who stole
Apollo’s cattle, I would not even accept a reward for finding the thief.”
She would have gave her crooked brother, and son of Zeus, a flying senryu
She would have been with Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, reason, and
Heroic endeavors; the daughter of Zeus, and Titan goddess of wise counsel
Métis, especially when Athena appeared onto Swift-footed demigod,
Achilles, and told him, “Sheathe your sword and defeat Agamemnon, the
Greek king with words of wisdom.” I could see some wise epigram poems
She was probably counseled by Apollo, her brother, god of music, healing, and
Poetry; the son of Zeus and the Titan goddess Leto. Because she has cared
For the sick in hospital emergency rooms, and has also stimulated us for years
With her poetic muse. She has counseled many along the way and has calmed
Many storms with loving charm. “Hail my sister in Christ—Karen O’Leary!”
Happy birthday angel and wishing you many more for years to come!
This house was part-founded by the nobles
Who counseled the monarchs of our land
Then strengthened by the Magna Carter
Signed by King Johns’ royal hand
At first its foundations were rocky
As house and monarchs just couldn’t agree
On decisions, and who had the final say
From time to time, it would end violently
As in the 17th century with civil unrest
Between the Kings’ Cavaliers and the roundheads
The house, led by Cromwell, won the war
King Charles alas, ended up dead
The clash between house and Kings ended
With the ‘Glorious Revolution’,
And the passing of ‘the Bill of Rights’
Giving rise to our Constitution
The house since then has seen changes
At the passing of each new decade,
With the Constitution amended
As each new bill has been made
Today the house has elected officials,
The peoples ‘voices’ to represent
Standing proud in the name of democracy
This old house that is our Parliament.
Life is about breath, bridges, and becoming
Wondered who I'd been, where now was I heading
God isn't through with me yet
Light years of sixty-five dawned upon my brain, but
I don't feel these years I've gained
God isn't through with me yet
"You were our African Queen." said the family
I'd gone from wilderness, to pastures of plenty
God isn't through with me yet
This gnawing; of trains i kept missing
All local stops I should have been making
God isn't through with me yet
Where did I get off and fumbled
What time in life was it, when I stumbled
God isn't through with me yet
I've been to parts unknown, with rain clouds
That swelled and became mean storms
God isn't through with me yet
Seemed I slept, missed nature's landscape of splendor
And touch of earth's heavenly pleasures
God isn't through with me yet
Life's projectors wanted me to see
The full gamut of sky, land, and sea
God isn't through with me yet
No one nudged my senses, or woke me up
No one counseled me with psychological stuff
God isn't through with me yet
Now I see milestone telling me I've traveled long
Yet still, I feel lost; but
God isn't through with me yet
Did I leave something out
Life is only what we know about
I felt flung from pendulum
To foreign lonesome Town
Where do I go from here, at sixty-five
Thank God for the Comforter by my side.
*
We let loose the untamed winds
As boulders crashed eleven ships were lost
With storm unabated into the Laestrygons we ran
T'was one lone ship which hit Circe's land
As boulders crashed eleven ships were lost
Fair isle it was of verdant green, of misty hills
T'was one lone ship which hit Circe's land
Warm welcome and viands was Circe's fare
Fair isle it was of verdant green, of misty hills
Odysses, Circe's love was spared as we were turned to swine
Warm welcome and viands was Circe's fare
Spell broken with Herme's help we all were back on board.
Odysses, Circe's love was spared as we were turned to swine
Thence we sailed to Hade's land where roam the souls about
Spell broken with Herme's help we all were back on board.
We were counseled on how to beat the odds
Thence we sailed to Hade's land where roam the souls about
With beeswax we stuffed our ears and Odysseus was tied to the mast
We were counseled on how to beat the odds
The Sirens' serenade was in vain
With beeswax we stuffed our ears and Odysseus was tied to the mast
Next Scylla and Charybdis were sate with six of our doughty men
The Sirens' serenade was in vain
Our last misfortune as a crew was on Helios shore
Next Scylla and Charybdis were sate with six of our doughty men
We tasted off succulent meat and were struck by Zeus' bolts
Our last misfortune as a crew was on Helios shore
Of twelve ships and their crew only Odysseus survived the sail
We tasted off succulent meat and were struck by Zeus' bolts
Past Scylla and Charybdis again, Odysseus floundered all alone
Of twelve ships and their crew only Odysseus survived the sail
Bedraggled and beat, a weary man he was trapped in Calypso's thrall
Past Scylla and Charybdis again, Odysseus floundered all alone
For seven years did Calypso's arms embrace the valiant hero
Bedraggled and beat, a weary man he was trapped in Calypso's thrall
Finally, on Hermes' plea Calypso let him go.
For seven years did Calypso's arms embrace the valiant hero
Great heroes we consigned to flames
Finally, on Hermes' plea Calypso let him go.
We sailed the seas from Trozan shores
~11 Jun 2016~
"Coulda, woulda, shoulda," is keeping me awake,
Things I could have stopped,
Things I would have done,
Things I should have said.
Those who do not speak will not be heard,
Things unspoken,
Promises broken,
Bottle up inside their heads.
I've seen two teacher scandals in my time,
Red flags mistaken,
Actions not taken,
Still haunt my nightly dreams.
Seen a friend pass, coulda asked him how he was,
Woulda counseled had I known,
Shoulda have made an effort,
It still haunts my nightly dreams.
From all the lessons I've learned with time,
The greatest I have learned,
Do not let your silence,
Speak louder than your words.
Speak up.
Drained and dried by life then left to die
She lived to love; but oft was left to cry
Counseled to carry on she continues
Shriveling as to She'ol her heart schuss
Holding on to hopes a hazard in her eyes
Immature and imbecilic it implies
Weary from wishing an end to her woe
she shelters her shredded spirit in shadow
Without febrility from festering passions to foil
unavowed feelings wilt under burnt umber soil
As expectation of love's exalted expressions fades
desires deaden; in desperation she no longer wades
03/25/2018
The tale now starts to fling enchant,
Let mind and heart surge piquant pun.
Seer of Greek lore strides in time lost,
Reminds of yore what foresight costs.
My eyes have seen the goddess bathe,
Spy the unseen this foolish knave.
Yet Zeus gave me sight in insight
To live more free than in the light.
Once I could see, now I am blind;
How could it be? this strange design.
I am a male cursed as female;
The telling tale forged and unveiled.
I Tiresias, blind seer and sage
Glimpsed all but fear till ripe old age.
I counseled kings who sought my gift
In sorrow's fling to tend uplift.
Wisdom can cure the ills of pain,
Yet it's allure fails my constraints.
I can give aid to those who find
Me to lift dread yet I am blind.
For seven years I was woman,
Changed to appear for offense panned;
Penance did bring a sensuous mind,
Yet bore offsprings for kin and kind.
Oedipus sought my advice then,
To ease vain naught to right attend.
Odysseus asked for a path home,
To bear the tasks, no more to roam.
Tiresias walks with blindness yet,
For poison talks in waters set.
Now in Hades, this seer of old
Strides still ready to speak so bold.
Mister Eliot did consult this gaze,
In Wasteland midst as chaos filled maze.
So you and I see spectacle
In weary sighs sans oracle.
Now tale is bought as fancy frees
That simple plot that helps us see.
Such modern times seem squalid pale
With awkward rhymes in frigid tale.
Tiresias gropes the underworld
Waiting to scope insights that swirl.
Sense new affairs that attend here,
Dense breathe of air can cloud our fears.
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2014
Singapore
I made a wish upon a star and really got burned
I made a wish upon a star and left Madonna breathless
I hitched my wagon to a star but forgot my spacesuit
The stars in my eyes turned out to be black holes
I couldn’t rise to the occasion so I took some Viagra
Did Harvey Wall Banger? Nope, Willy-Nilly slapped him silly
I once had sex on a golf course but wasn’t up to par and got penalized three strokes
A sex therapist counseled a maggot couple to make love in Earnest
I decided to take a brisk walk but there was this plank…
I WALKED that plank but they drained the pool so I cracked up
I walked the line and it was a very thin line (A very fine line though)
I walked the straight and narrow and had to stop for directions
I made a molehill out of a mountain and the EPA was NOT amused
I made another molehill out of a mountain and the CLIMBERS were not amused
I made ANOTHER mole hill out of a mountain but some mole dug up some dirt on me
I was shamed when the scandal was published in The Holey-Moley Enquirer
So I dug up some dirt on THEM and completely ruined my manicure…
If life is a rat race, God needs to set out some traps
Life was a bowl of cherries til I cracked my tooth on a pit
Speaking of pits, I escaped The Pit and the Pendulum but (Oh, rats)
Speaking of rodents, three-blind-mice ran into a herd of stampeding lemmings and quickly took the plunge…
In seventeen seventy-seven,
amidst the deep summer’s August heat,
Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita,
and the Iroquois walked on sore feet.
Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk,
meet Burgoyne and split the rebel states,
except the Americans in Fort Stanwix
were effectively blocking their way.
To advance the fort had to be reduced,
but St. Leger’s force had few big guns,
so he settled into a siege of the fort,
with a mind to hold strong 'til he’d won.
But the patriots knew of the British plans,
and were not content to just sit and wait,
Tyrion County called up its militia
to save Stanwix from a bloody fate.
Eight hundred of them marched for the fort,
under the command of Nick Herkimer,
a palatine German of the Mohawk vale,
an able and determined fighter.
They stopped to camp not far from Stanwix,
and Herkimer counseled that they should hold,
to await a signal from inside the fort
and launch a two-front attack bold.
But the militia saw this as cowardice,
and said,”What else could we expect?
His own brother fights with St. Leger,
we can’t expect him to take the next step.”
Herkimer darkened at his men’s words,
and would not idly receive their scorn,
he ordered the men to be on the ready,
they would advance the following morn.
But the British knew of their approach,
and prepared to put them to the test,
near five hundred set out to intercept,
mostly Iroquois with some Loyalists.
The next day the Americans, on the move,
found themselves passing through a ravine,
unaware that eyes stared upon them
as they drank from a cool, tiny stream.
The British had planned to wait until
the patriots were all stretched out,
but some Indians opened fire too early,
a roar of muskets and loud piercing shouts.
The first volleys hit hard, stunned the militia,
a good many brave soldiers went down,
Herkimer took a ball in the leg,
and from a dying horse pitched to the ground.
So fierce was that first surprise attack,
so many patriotic souls shot dead,
that all sides involved said the tiny stream
was stained by the blood until red.
Some tried to move wounded Herkimer,
but he was still in no mood for retreat,
he took out a pipe, leaned on a tree trunk,
and said,”I will meet the enemy...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II
woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected
and rest their bodies inside
these big red rectangular double decker boxes
that commence to shudder along
with a sense of dying, clinical combustion;
hence to be condensed;
surrounded but all alone;
in the city that's countlessly counseled;
'Et in Arcadia Ego'
so I walk out of her door,
scramble my pockets for some cigarette paper
whilst standing under the warmth
of the dormant electric heater
finally pick up my deck and wheels
spark up in time to ride
with a rustic shallow breath
the barren concrete comes to life
as this skater rides on over
i'm just waiting to be swallowed whole
'cause even here death appears
in Skater Arcadia
"I don't put too much into The Constitution. Ya gotta remember that this document was put
together by a bunch of guys who thought selling (N word's) was OK, so apparently all of these guys were insane." - Ice-T
Mr Ice-T apparently
hasn't done his American History.
The Constitution had to be
voted and agreed upon by all the states unanimously.
All but two wanted to abolish slavery.
North Carolina always voted against the abolishing of slavery
and South Carolina always yielded its vote to North Carolina repeatedly.
The Constitution of The United States almost never came to be
because of the issue of slavery.
Adams was at his wits end.
His dream of a true democracy was falling apart before him.
He was then counseled by Benjamin Franklyn.
Both spent sleepless nights
trying to get the wording just right
so that they still just might
ratify this great Constitution.
Adams conceded and convinced all the states to keep slavery alive.
The Constitution was then signed by all and ratified.
Adams didn't sell out. A free nation for all in the future he still did see,
He and Ben Franklyn spent sleepless nights wording the Constitution so carefully.
All Born In America Are American Citizens, Naturally,
And Are Entitled To All Of The Privileges And Rights Of A True Democracy.
The Constitution didn't make exception to they born in slavery
so in truth, these children of slaves born in America were entitled to be free,
and hence began the abolishing of all slavery.
Our Fore Fathers were geniuses, guided spiritually if you ask me,
so you best give another review of your American History Mr Ice-T.
Innocent victims cry in the dark
Forced to take refuge in that park
Such wrath began to fall
For I shall never forget the day I got that call
Silence and sorrow heavy in the air
It was like nothing I could ever compare
Days turned to weeks
Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief
Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief
I was supposed to be deployed
Yet an injury kept me here
My fellow workers attacked at the dome
Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home
I feel so guilty
So guilty I should have been there
Innocent victims crying
Innocent victims now dying
An event so devastating
The stench of death filled the air
We could not fathom something so unfair
I counseled innocent victims
Still sticking strong to their convictions
I still recall every haunting voice
Confused, frustrated and displaced
Innocent victims left without a choice
Families torn apart on that day
The day the levees broke
Families losing all hope
My job was to help them cope
Innocent victims left to cry in a park
Fear increases when light turns to dark
Like declaring Martial Law
Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall
On the dawn of a new day
So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray
The media coverage was what really brought aid
Oh no!
Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done
Late in action but at least more help had come
There is still work to be had
Many left permanently sad
Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead
Debriefed each night just to clear my head
I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic
When Katrina came in August
Life turned frantic
Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic
I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief
I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some…
Some could give a sigh of relief
It is important we do not forget those still suffering
The child who didn’t get the last kiss
The parents who will be dearly missed
We all have the ability to help
1,836 people dead!
Work together and ease the sorrow…
Another disaster could just happen tomorrow
Make time to reach out
So many innocent victims still in need
We all are capable of doing a good deed
…Then you came
Became succor to the sick
Inspired confidence in the weak
Shouldered the beaten, broken and burdened
Counseled the weary, wounded and worried
You perfected their strength in your weakness
You defied your gender and frame to greatness
Indelible in our memory is how you blazed our trail
Now we live in time with your legacy in trail of your blaze…
2.05pm
C’emeka Mbah
24th October, 2014
Dedicated to Adorable Ada di Ora nma Akunyili and every other woman that has ever stood for a positive cause
it is said of Great Women
May we Know Them
May we Love Them
May we Raise Them
SHE MAN