Best Get Hold Of Poems
Where will my heart take you today If you open the door ?
It would take you to places , and beautiful faces , you've never seen before.
Because there is magic if you believe ,there is a paradise,
You do not have to travel the world ,to see such beauty that brightens the eyes.
It is right there , in front of you , Listen to my soul ..
It is a soul that speaks the truth ,Get hold of it, Never let go ...
Cherish the flashes of this short life, Count hundred ways to smile
When shapeless clouds cover the sun , Fly higher than the sky.
Where will my heart take you today if you open the door ?
'Bove gentle ripples where boats move slow, under a moonlit glow.
Amidst the scents of flowered trees which waft in the slight breeze ,
That rise ' bove high close to the stars ,then flow so softly into new dreams .
Where will my heart take you today if you open the door ?
It pulls you deep into my arms to the melt water of polar snow ,
to louvered windows'filtering thoughts ,to a surprise that will go on.
Where will this heart take me today , If I open my door
It takes me to streets , where my passion bleeds
Where this joy I feel ,moves in rhytmic beats
to the ones tthat I greet , to the ones I adore .
TIME
In the world of time
Time told, time tells
Everything it’s about time
Only time will tell
Being cognizant of time
It’s more vital
You will utilize best your time
And escape the fatal
Everybody has got time
Just to do everything
It matters not how you used your time
Trying to get hold of everything
Currently it matters how you utilize time
Be a new person use best your time
This coin depicting a head of man with laurel
is a rare treasure from the American History,
as an auctioneer I could sell it for a large
sum of money: its estimated price is over
two-thousand-dollars, it shows it was minted
in eighteen-ninety-four, come forward and bid!
I found it among pennies I saved for rainy days,
there must be at least four thousand of them;
my collection includes contemporary silver dollars,
many generations must pass to accumulate value...
any other collector would action them any day!
I jealously hold onto them to own a piece of History:
how they glitter in glass cases on my walls!
I may donate them to the American History
Museum in Manhattan and see them on display!
Many auctioneers would love to get hold of my silver coin,
their mind is set solely on greed, not thinking of its history
which can unravel fascinating details about of its minting process;
the unknown artisan was very skilled in itching date and image
on both sides to testify the greatness and wealth of this nation,
but Americans don't realize that they are very wealthy indeed!
Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.
Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered many fights
And a violation of a list of human rights.
It is a place where so many people you meet
But people barely stand to properly greet
And will often look down at your feet.
-For this is a place one has to fight very hard to be heard,
To be respected and to get ahead.
You will further be told about finding so much gold
Though one soon learns that they grow old
Before you can see it or at least hold.
It is also said to be a place of opportunity
Where one has to reach the possibility
To showcase their innate capability.
A place where you can reach for one's dream
But have to really always scream
To get hold of your cream.
Besides the frustration of daily traffic always bustling
You will in some ways be introduced to the game of hustling
If not being lured into the activity of gambling.
-This is because while fighting to be heard and ahead,
you have to compromise your sense of morality to get what you want.
The city has clusters of buildings so high to tower
And various people on the mission of gaining power
With the innocent and poor getting driven lower.
In the city, it is said that there is a lot of honey
Where you can either make lots of money
Or end up being called a donkey.
Many get attracted to the city's glitz and glamour
But then one learns that you have to do a certain favour
In order to keep up this fervour.
-On the contrary on the streets you see more beggars
And hawkers begging for cents.
When you are in the city it is vital to stay awake
And you will notice that most things are fake
And be sure to make no mistake.
-In the market you have a choice of buying organic vs non- GMO fruits or vegetables.
Whether to buy hundred percent hair products, make-up or household produces.
Along the way things remain the same
Very important not to forget your name
You just need to keep up with the game
Of being humble and tame
In order to win the fame.
-Now, one soon learns that they actually
Yearn for the peace and reality
Of rural countryside life.
Terror pure terror
The dog on the other side of the fence
A pit bull
With an attitude
Reminds me of my first wife
She would like to get hold of my leg
And hold on till I bled dry
That’s why I carry a chain
And a pig sticker
For pit bulls and X wives
Man can’t be too safe these days
Got to have your possibles if you know what I mean?
I got nothing against women or dogs
Hell I love them all
But man they can love one minute
And be hell on wheels the next
Can’t live with them; pass the beer nuts
I’m just saying…
Don’t understand them or quantum physics
Between Sundays and the week to come,
it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone.
The flow of tick tocking the passing through,
when the rushing of the important is to pursue.
Days just disappear to wondering grieve,
while nights to sleep are to short to believe.
Moon tides smile growing full of restless sleep,
when that exhaustion only ask for that deep.
The tragedy about time that just perish,
when we cannot get hold of the now to cherish.
Taking life by the day that forever last,
so that we can celebrate it with a blast.
No more promises for tomorrow as hope,
and yesterdays regret a habit interlope.
Thursdays from Latin is Jovis related to Jupiter,
called the remover of all obstacles for the better.
Then as we know everything can happen,
on Thursdays even when you don’t know Latin.
Yesterday while on my way to a supermarket I saw a little girl of perhaps five leaning at
a tree close to the road and watching a blue plastic bag which was drifting in the wind.
She looked very sad with her light blue eyes and her blond hair streamed out behind her.
The bag was lifted by a strong blast and I ran after it, crossing the road. A car came and
stopped, waiting for me to cross the road. A younger man on the other side of the road saw
that I wanted to catch the bag and he was also running after it, but the wind drifted the
bag far over the lawn up hills. After some unsuccessful attempts to get hold of the bag he
finally could grab it. I went to him and he gave me the bag and smiled. I then told him
that a little girl was sad about losing that bag. He wished me a nice weekend and I
returned to that little girl still standing near the tree but this time smiling. She shyly
whispered "Thank you", took the bag and ran to her little playmates waiting for her
anxiously in the background.
To the flowers that never get hold of turgidity
Even with the morning dew
Its faded petals once enjoyed a bright youth
It lived, while it had to and forgot of the later rains
Hurry! To the single moms, formerly “slay queens”
They spent their all to the seductive Swag hood, Fools
Get old to get wiser, sorry for the principle,
You are not to blame
To the future we will never participate
I cry for your fate, we never thought you were real
We robbed your generation, and created a chasm between
We were living our destiny so we stand corrected
Quixotically we planned your present,
So long as it filled the pocket of the absurd torch bearers
Its sustainability didn’t matter, not to them
We are sorry that you will still be submissive to neocolonialism
Get old to get wiser, I guess there are exceptions
Mysteries of Human Hairs II
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
It is also a hard truth of the world and
Of our human life and air that,
Even some saints too have fallen prey,
Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors.
Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms,
In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines,
To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs.
Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and
Even most powerful men of this earth,
Have lost the edge of their swards,
Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing,
Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
While many have lost their life and kingdoms,
There are few such lucky lovers of hairs, as well,
Who have remained unnoticed, unacknowledged and even unseen,
Although they enjoyed and relished the beauty of your colors, and
Have felt the softness of your hanging hair locks and curls, O hairs.
What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure,
Making many men and even women,
Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010
Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012
FAMILY
Nothing is like Family power
they always stand by each other
they watch over the tower
that if an enermy may come wihin the hour
they get hold of him making it turn sour.
We call for family unity
what more Jah has a trinity
and gives love in infinity.
Family is Father, Mother and Children
but that's wrong my brethren
Family is the whole world uniting as one
it is seeing your neighbor has the greater one
only like that will the war be won.
We are family which makes us connected
we come from the same source and are very anointed.
I see you in me and me in you
this way everything becomes brand new.
in fact we all made of the same material
which goes back to the source after burial.
Black or white we need to do what's right
in order to win the fight.
Lets stand for each other
because all of us the earth is our mother.
EMMANUEL KABWE.
Go on, spoil me rotten
Wrap me in wooly cotton
Enroll me in a class
Where I’m taught the art of grass.
Like your food I always ate
Life is served up on a plate
Now I’m hard to satiate
And you’re the object of my hate.
CH
Give me what I want,
Give it to me now
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow
Give it, give it, give it,
Give it to me now,
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow.
Go on, spoil me rotten,
Until I’ve forgotten
How to live a decent life
Let alone attract a wife.
But, hey, I’m qualified
To tell lies of how I lied
It’s all music to her ears
It’s the truth mother fears.
CH
Go on, spoil me rotten,
I’m your misbegotten
Eighty pounds over weight
Got a job hauling freight
From Brazil to LA
Where my tic gave me away
To someone from the DEA…
My lawyer had a field day.
CH
I’m no longer spoiled rotten
I wear denim, not cotton
Can’t get hold of a fix
To ease these incessant tics.
I’ve lost weight and all hope
Clinging to an end of rope
Knowing now my selfishness
Was nurtured by your weakness.
Take what you want,
Take it off me now,
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow
Take it, take it, take it,
Take it off me now.
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow.
Look at that monkey over there!
Can someone tell me what he is wearing?
Is that not an oversize Agbada he's wearing?
Yeaaaah! look at his shoes, are they really shoes?
His 'fila' falling here and there,
Is that how a normal human dresses?
The neck of his Agbada is on his shoulder and
He is putting on the cloth on its back,
The embroiding is visible to his skin.
The sokoto sags to his waist like a prisoner in th US;
Can you see his displayed pants?
Oh! No! Not again.
Can you watch the way he dances without his legs?
Is that how a natural human dance?
Does his teeth looks like that of a man or woman?
Maybe he belongs to the Animatician' Kingdom.
Yeaaaaaah! I have seen his buttock!
He is a monkey with a human buttock!
He is a monkey fashioned from the animal kingdom!
But, I have seen him once in the government house,
He was painted as the president of the country.
So many of them have joined the animal farm!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
All the money he acquired should have make him better or even finer!
Does he have no mirror in his room?
Hmmmmmmmmh!
I can not put on Agbada again if those
That wears it always look like monkeys.
Watch out for his shoes!
There is gum under it!
Make sure he is thoroughly searched before he leaves otherwise, you will lose all your money to his gummed shoes that he put on.
Those monkeys in your party are wiser than you think.
Once they get hold of your fortune, they embezzle it, so becareful here!
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
If you were an animal
I could summon the entire village
On the hunt for you we could be
Only if you were the forest
I could set you on a terrible flame
You are something unseen
Where you are I can’t get hold of you
Neither can my ears enjoy you whispering
You silently tiptoe
Among us the standing pillar you snatch
Like bird picking grains
You turn villages into deserts
Only if you could be overcomed
Forever we could enjoy grandpa’s folktales
Like a bright flower in the rising sun
Our sisters’ shinning was to be everlasting
But when will your hungry stomach be full
When will you fully quench your thirst?
For how long will you be in merciless theft?
Till when will the river flooding down our face stop?
You have made me an orphan
Cause of you am widowed
Why did you chose to make me homeless
From my side you took her now am hopeless
With your hardened heart
My face is covered with tears
Peaceful, and Silent is the world as gentle wind
Flows through my hair
A turning ice cream cone appears in the distance sky
Rumbling, I run for miles and miles
Faster and faster, finally
Allowing the wind to grab out at me
And
Wrap its self around me
Devoured by the ice cream cone
Walls of black covered the wonders of hope
I tried to get a grip of the last bit of light
Love, determination, and the
Urge to survive,
Powered me to follow my dreams and
Get hold of that last bit of light
I’ve waited my whole life
The new me as arrived
Afraid of nothing and ready to face
The harsh world
Once again
A survivor lives