Best No Stone Unturned Poems
‘OH POETIC force, show us, tell us take us to heights unknown,
And leave no stone unturned' ‘ QUOTE BY POET
This April month with destination moon or bust, is celestial,
Four Moon bound people took off in a rocket,
Planet Earth wishing them a successful,
Exciting space trip, praying no harm touch them,
Only poetic love should prevail,
And courage and hope with poetic ink be injected
Into this space mission , every poet’s talent thus affected,
History in the making,
Poets creating poems that bring together
Words and words become breathtaking thoughts,
That bring about poetic rhymes
Bless and hold their tether hard and fast,
throughout eternal and turbulent times,
Something different happened
This afternoon, rather strange
For I saw no bird, yet A dove’s feather dropped
And then floated out of range,
Was it showing us that eternity is space,
Could it become a global race
To make Moon or Mars,
Habitable, among the stars.
Greed has moved into space,
Wanting to change its face,
But poetry will always be on greed’s tail,
With every mouth watering detail.
Our four brave astronauts
Got back this early morn, with a big splash,
And unbeknown to them surely, a reporters flash!
Bust to the extreme
And collide with your foes
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes
Leave no stone unturned
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready
To smash that ass
Cause they sneaky as ****
Waiting patiently for you to slip
Or get down on your luck
Then you looked surprised
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen
How could this be
They said they would have my back
Always
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same
Cause when you wake up tomorrow
Its today
And always is cool
Till it comes time for change
And that's all I'm gonna say
You seek fortune
And you seek fame
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames
And trifling dames
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change
When you do make a name
Its all the same
Every mother****ing day
But u *****es ain't slick
Cause you all look fake
Like a ***** with teary eyes
You know she got raped
And took against her will
Just cause some ***** ass punk
Needed a thrill
Well meet your maker
I got a deal
Cause sent down in my presence
And your soul will get drilled
Chilled and chopped up
And diced up into a meal
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real
Or just real ill
My fates already been sealed
You silly bastard
I'm on the chopping block
And all you hear is my laughter
Before and after
The rapture
*****!
My pearl my love my everything
All and all she was all of that
Concieved I was carried through the shadow of death
Born from love rained from above
Her heart is now opened to another world
She walked through the perils of this life
Laughter and pain though sustained
By the highest power of whom she belonged
Leaving no stone unturned always well maintained
Beautiful lady ever so happy
Gorgeous and proud gone out of this world
She left without me
And went to her home above
Eyes twinkled ever so bright
You could see them in the night
Her smile touched the depths of my heart
I always loved her from the very start
My imagination here is very clear
How I held my mother dear
She is now taking her eternal rest
I will always love her
She was the best
Leave no stone unturned
Leave no lesson unlearned
Have your first kiss
Remember those you miss
Run in circles till you fall to your knees
Climb and fall from many trees
Eat cookies when Mom's not looking
Try your hand in a little cooking
Stare at clouds above
Hold hands, fall in love
Read your sister's notebook
Dare to go in your brother's room, just a look
Jump into a pool with your clothes on
Sit for hours under the warm sun
Splash in a puddle on the sidewalk
Draw millions of pictures with colorful chalk
Don't eat your greens
Cut off your favorite jeans
Get in trouble or maybe a fight
Try hard to stay up all night
Forget about the rules
Blow off homework or school
Play truth or dare
Do things without a care
Don't always do what you're told
Just try to... stay gold
This poem was inspired by the poem by Robert Frost, "Nothing Gold Can Stay..." I absolutely love that poem,
and maybe this just is a way to help you out.
Founder's day
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’
>’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
>The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
>You are a relic in our memories
>Posterity will always judge in your favor
>A man of wisdom and valor.
>You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
>That fight had made us a proud generation.
>Your were the torch of your mother,
>Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
>Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
> You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
>Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
>Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
>Great dreams stuck in the skull
>If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
>We have missed the great voice of an orator.
>Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
>We will love you until our hearts are no more
>Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
>You indeed are a founder.
>We salute your charisma.
>Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
>’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
>’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
>We respect today.
>Because it is your day.
>Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
>’’Mo mo mo’’
>We salute.
I stand alone under the glittering stars
Miles away from civilization, roads and cars
It could be snow, jungles or the desert sand
But I am watchful, vigilant, with a gun in my hand
Far away in the night, my little baby cries
My wife looks alive but every second she dies
Not knowing if I will return with gifts in a bag
Or as a gift to my nation, in a body bag
My eyes though alert belies a heart empty
With occasional visions of my friends and family
My ears strain to hear the cooing of my new born
But even that doesn't deter me from doing my duty sworn
My grit doesn't waver even when there's war around
When the tranquility is broken by gunfire's sound
I stand firm in my resolve to protect this nation
Every animal, every tree, every citizen
When peace is brokered, nature steps in
Testing me, my mettle, my will to win
I never leave behind even a dog stray
My human values, beneath my uniform, on display
I am told the nation resounds today with ungrateful talking
Bad mouthing me on another power's bidding
But these voices don't matter to the likes of me
You may be a prodigal son, but you are family
So make noise, rejoice, enjoy your liberty
While I leave no stone unturned in protecting thee
Till there's life in me I shall stand tall
Ensuring that this nation will never fall
In return I ask nothing; no awards, no glory
No recognition, no remembrance, no reference in history
My duty is to my motherland and her I shall protect
My chest will be a wall to every bullet
Dawn breaks…
over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward
upon the ragged earth
I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task
scanning and searching
for that elusive scent
that is in my wake.
Like a great detective
I leave no stone unturned
I am proud of my prodigious nose
finely tuned, precise as a compass
I can detect the rarest of scents
I probe to follow that unique smell
to find what is lost...
it is the zenith of my existence.
What, ho! Now, the scent!
My body trembles with the thrill of discovery!
Onward, I go, with eager anticipation
I will not stop until I reach my destination.
Alas, my determination pays off
my master sees the end in sight...
I do not understand his sudden sadness
how he draws back
at the scene set before him.
As I nuzzle close to my master
his salty tears drench my face
my doleful eyes seem to comfort him
as we huddle together
underneath the dry, hot sun.
We would find a spot in our town
Any place we could just hang out
A nook we had to gladly get down
Retreating there and turning out
We tried to do something as dumb
As blame thoughts of being young
To think an end would never come
No stone unturned or song unsung
Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real true fact,and that is true and perfectly exact!That was a terrible act! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"? Who would do that? We who care must leave no stone unturned!"Justice is not always exact,but "Justice does ,and can see the real facts! Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"?Who would put their mother,father,sister,brother,grand daddy,grand mother,girl friend,boy friend in "Harms Way"? We who care must not leave any stone unturned.The Lord God Almighty sits on the Throne,and never leaves any stone unturned for any as we all will face him on the day of judgement for the good and the evil that we have done in this life. God leaves no stone unturned! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way" of "The Police"on that terrible day for "Democracy"and The U.S.A.and for Liberty and Justice for us all? "The Police"came and they did cause ""Unjustifiable Harm"!"Justice must act to "Justify" itself or "Justice makes itself unjust"!Once all the stones have been turned then "Justice can be served to all of those who unjustly acted,and to those who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"!Do they still give "The Electric Chair" in "The Great State of Kentucky"for "Unjustifiable Homocide"?Justice is always tendered with mercy in order for Justice to be Just"Motion To Indite by "The Grand Jury of "The Police and "The Boyfriend".Police=Self Defense with unjustifiable Homocide "Boyfriend=The first shot from a gun fired out of "fear". When the boyfriend fired the first shot he enabled "reckless endangerment and unjustifiable homocide .Rectless indangerment is "Being put in "Harms Way"!!!! Who really fired the first shot? Jistice can be served by finding out who fired the first shot to cause "Harms Way" to come into existance!!!Unjustifiable Homocide requires "Justice" to "ACT" ,no matter who fired the first shot so that "Justice Itself" can "Crush,Plow Over,and "Pulverize "Evil Flesh,Evil Spirits,Evil Minds,Evil Bodies,and Evil Souls.Will "The Grand Jury" "Act" to see all of "The Facts"? The "Motion is in Place"!!!!
Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the
Pa Noah “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia”
“Odo Alafia” to the West of “Oraborode”
“Oraborode” of “Odojomu”
“Odojomu” of “Ondo town.”
She shone like a million star in all.
“Ariyayosi” grew up eating the fear
Of the Lord as Breakfast.
Brave and Intelligent “Yemi Mekolani” alias
“Mama Ondo” leaves no stone unturned as
She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork
And cleaningness as Launch.
As charismatic and erudite “Pa Noah Olajide”
“Baistically” prepares “Aribabagbojule” Dinner
Meant to cushion the effect of
Ups and downs of life
All these in the Biblical Ark of Noah
Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house.
No wonder the other kinsmen
I mean the six others of the Olajide
Strong Spiritual Siji
Innocent Innovative Iyabo
Fearless Fascinating Fisayo
Lanky Lively Lanre
Lenient Lawful Luwale
And of course
Faithful Famous Funmi ,
Gave her all the needed love to
Make her shone like a million star.
Aunty Rose went through the rigous of
Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed
Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace
Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde
Martino, a loving and understanding husband
Has all it takes to thank God for giving him
A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour.
The emergence of Sade Innocent,
Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University
Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture.
The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby
That signaled Sade’s entrance was
Not enough to distract her focus.
Similola shone like a million star
Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo
And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage.
For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid
Sade at the back of the stage.
As a Sister, she is a rare gem
As a Wife, she is rare breed
As a Friend, she is a rare specie
As a Confidant, she is a rare seed
As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll
As a Mother, she is a rare plant.
Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am
Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.
Daughter-in - law's baggage.
That mother - in - law will change
Or accept me for who I am
Seems difficult.
Being the head of the family,
She places orders to everyone,
Me given the most orders
Even my skillful assertiveness
Doesn't convince her.
"She did this","she did that"
Echoes in my mind.
Ego based relation is empty.
How I wish she focused
On my assets rather than flaws.
I have always dreamt both of us
Spending quality time together,
Instead of arguments,why not
Discuss issues and resolve them.
My struggle for healthy ties goes on,
This is my saga,
How I get baffled and deranged
By her unecessary arguments,
Come what may ,I will leave
No stone unturned to be my authentic self,
And fill my house with,
Love,peace and satisfaction.
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12-2-2017
The quiet warrior resides
In the soul of a man
Who fights with his heart
Instead of his hands.
For all things loved
Leaving no stone unturned
Going toe to toe till the bitter end
For this right he has earned.
Holding steadfastly to his faith
He stands before us all
Leading, making a way
Always there to answer the call.
He may never show emotion
He may never show any pain
He may never voice his opinion
But his presence alone will remain.
Forever engraved in our minds
And deeply locked in our souls
A constant reminder of who we are
As we live out our daily roles.
Behold your quiet warrior
Stand by and with him true
Take heed to his purpose and destiny
And he will live to fight for you.
I sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
"I swim in darkness", once I wrote that poem.
And still I swim, Styx's water vast and endless.
Sometimes words break through the foam
of waves crashing, sentences that press
an imprint in my wrinkled, blood soaked flesh.
No words describe the pain as much as Cocytus,
in ancient times a river filled by tears betrayed,
now howled by me, horrendous exodus,
washed away to Acheron our blood, paid
dearly by my living still, for them too late.
Oh river of fire, oh Phlegethon, you burned
My body down, my mind to ashes grey.
Make me forget this terror, let no stone unturned
To wipe my memory, please Lethe, clay
on your banks, and let me forever stay
And sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
***
January 28, 2017
A wind of gratitude is waving
River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
You are a relic in our memories
Posterity will always judge in your favor
A man of wisdom and valor.
You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
That fight had made us a proud generation.
Your were the torch of your mother,
Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
Great dreams stuck in the skull
If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
We have missed the great voice of an orator.
Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
We will love you until our hearts are no more
Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
You indeed are a founder.
We salute your charisma.
Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
We respect today.
Because it is your day.
Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
’Mo mo mo’’
We salute.
I sifted through white sands in coastal cities, longingly searching for an
answer; explored every cave, and even sailed all over the Atlantic.
Asked every soul that I encountered, but it was all in vain,
there was no single solution that would soothe my pain.
Shared stories of my travels with priests in churches, and in temples,
traded secrets of my findings, with my fellow weary-eyed wanderers.
I picked up every pebble, and peeled through blades of grass,
climbed ancient trees silently hoping my sadness would not last.
Tribes indigenous to Africa taught me how to be free,
through them I learned that life could be just as peaceful for me.
Ventured to the corners of the world to no avail,
escaping from the truth could not change the fact that we failed.
I meandered through the Sahara, without a caravan,
then risked everything as I narrowly evaded death in Iran.
There is nothing that compares to the deafening silence underwater,
but even there I was unable to swim away from my problems.
I closely examined the faces of everyone that I met,
looking for something that reminded me of you, so I would not forget.
I pored through the pages of ancient manuscripts and texts,
for divine guidance on the steps I should take next.
There was no cure in the Amazon, nor did I locate it in Peru,
the Andes mountains only intensified my longing for you.
I left no stone unturned on my quest,
yet I was still unable to dislodge our love from my chest.
Restlessness prevails without an end in sight,
you will remain lost, another casualty of life.
This vagabond heart of mine rages to let go,
alas, it seems there is no remedy for missing you.