Best Simeon Poems
"50 Words for Poe: Monkey Boy"
"VACANT" ...
You lie your head down on a soft pillow
in a grey room
They say you have the Key
But it’s Hell,
you’ve done the work
You’re not forgiven
You’re not free
Someone on the other side
wants to lie down
there is no soft pillow
She’s very tired
But not over easy
Sunnyside Up
That’s not easy
Sunnyside Down
could be
Windows
Open
You see through a dream
how it is for the other
there is no soft pillow
Open
Windows
Now
Dream
Mirror
They see you in their dream
Prison in a mind
Doves sometimes fly free
They see you
Monkey Boy
Dream
Mirror
Simeon
Life ain’t easy
Simeon
This side
or That
The little one is trapped
between
This World
and That
Break Free
Monkey Boy
Break Free
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Whatya gonna do?
Stay?
Walk?
Free?
She waits for the Tooth Fairy,
The Little One
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Mumma holds a loaded gun
Bullets loaded
Engraved:
"Silver Lady"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Dream
To Be
Free
Xx
Don’t F it up Roy
This is your chance to be free
Fly Free Bird Boy
Fly Free
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm/xxxx
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Tangerine Dream/
"Love on a Real Train (State Azure Cover)"
“ - FORGIVENESS -
Liberates the soul.
It removes fear.
That is why it is such a powerful weapon.”
Nelson Mandela
LOVE
"…12
Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
...13
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is LOVE."
Corinthians
This quiet night the earth was still.
A Virgin birth would be fulfilled.
A real bright star would lead their way,
to a manger, so far away.
The Magi's gifts were for a King.
Frankincense , Myrrh, and Gold, to bring.
Mary's miracle comes to life, as
Joseph watched with great surprise.
This precious scene, God-Child arrives.
As the Magi's hear, the baby's cries.
Simeon asked to hold the son,
for he knows, he's the Holy one.
Amazing grace was felt within.
As they all praised, the new born King.
Jesus, Jesus this gift from God.
He sent for us from up above.
Oh Holy Night the Angels sing,
to us is brought, a new born King.
Dying for us and then risen.
The greatest gift, ever given.
Did you know that the three gifts the
Magi brought the new born Jesus had
very special meaning? The Frankincense
symbolized Jesus Divinity and Godly role.
The Gold symbolized Jesus Kingship, and
the Myrrh symbolized Jesus death and
Embalming fragrance. The greatest gifts
didn't come from the Magi. It came from
Jesus, for Jesus gave up his life and died
for us so by repenting and believing in
him he promises forgiveness and
everlasting life in Heaven. The Greatest
Gift Ever Given was Jesus himself to die
and take our penalty of sin, a man who
never sinned. How great was he?
Wishing Everyone Peace, Love and Joy
during Christmas, God bless you all...
When Mother Mary and St. Joseph brought baby Jesus to the temple for His presentation and consecration
A devout man named Simeon proclaimed big things about the life of their Son
An Ominous aside
He told Mother Mary that she would be pierced with a sword
That isn’t quite the fortune a sweet mother wants to hear
Yet Mother Mary accepted her fate
Just as gracefully as she did
When she learned she was pregnant
Her acceptance reminds us that love is an honor and a privilege
When we love deeply, we make ourselves vulnerable to deep pain
This is the finest pain of all
Sacrifice of the highest order
Eternal God will equip as to love like this
Eternal God will comfort us when it hurts
Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock,
and, oh yes, in a dirty orange unrav'ling
woolen cap with flopping pom-pom.
Then he caught himself, a sudden vision
in that plate glass, and froze as one struck,
arms spread, splayed fingers for balance,
gaping at himself and his wobbling pom-pom.
And I too caught him, uncanny in the black
glass beyond a CLOSED sign, among
the white tablecloths.
And then, my god, he started to dance.
Well... Okay, more of a gaucherie than dancing.
Shuffling, spread-legged tottering (he'd a clubfoot, I noticed)
interspersed (and this is the point) with little
leaps; but now without progressing as
before (if progress is the right word
for going nowhere) along the wet sidewalk.
Minutes — or was it seconds? — he gaped and leapt
and danced while busy folk eddied round him.
Then a rain-beaded bus of limp-faced,
stippled tourists stopped right there,
and I lost him, the pom-pom man, who danced among
the tables of the Café Boulevard.
Well, it was for him, you see, a vision
(for me a far feebler thing, a philosophy)
grand as Milton, Dante, St. John the Divine,
oh, even St. Simeon in the Temple. The ecstasy
of an achieved leap ignores how high you rise
(pace Nijinsky, Nureyev, Barishnykov).
It's how low you started.
Silly sister Sally Sue
Said she saw a smiley seal
Said it stole her sugary sap
Said I to she sarcastically
Certainly; sure a seal stole your sugary sap
Silly sister Sally Sue
Said she to me sardonically
It did it did
Didn't it Dean?
Diggy Dean of the Deep Deadlands
Did disagree with me too
Greatly grinning to Sally Sue
Stomping, shouting, sputtering spray
I sold my sister to Simeon Sack on street sixty-seven
Who needed a nasty nonexistent no named nafty nutter
To serve him soup, soda and shrimp
No such thing as a smiley seal
Stealing Sally Sue's sugary sap
Until Truthful Trina Tuggletooth told Tommy Teek it t'was
3 Righteous people
Mentioned in the Book of St. Luke
Elizabeth, Zechariah, and Simeon .
Our Lord needed a donkey
to fulfill salvation’s plan,
the one he rode to Jerusalem,
amidst the praises of man.
The praises changed to derision
on the very next day.
The little donkey met His needs-
carrying him humbly on the way.
The way led to Calvary’s cross,
And He stumbled beneath the load.
Our Lord needed a man to help,
So Simeon carried His cross up that road.
A donkey and a man were
Both needed by our Lord.
He needs you too, to tell others,
Until all the world His story has heard.
Mark 11:3 If anyone asks you why you
Are doing this? Tell him, “The Lord needs it.”
Simeon told Mother Mary
A sword would pierce her heart.
when the booze gets to me and nobody will care,
because of my beard or stink or hair,
I curl up under the cardboard and fly away,
to a place high up in the air
my brown hands part the partial, tipsy clouds,
hanging together like freshly laundered shrouds,
or like cops in a bar in a good part of town
I just fly man; fly in my titanium, uranium, cranium suit,
all cherry blossom soft linen, cute:
but I don’t know if I can keep it up, this cerebral act,
this fornication, supplication, altercation with the brew;
I really just don’t know; it’s kind of simple like a dimple, or
maybe a stubborn pimple, that’s never, going away; see,
I really just don’t know the time of day, or what to say,
or which crazy, hazy, game to play
and folks around just curse at me; they only see the walking
wreck, the speck, what the heck, not the man who used to be
a father, brother, son and lover;
no its all changed now, not for the better, never get a meal
with fetter; it’s crisps or pizza, scraps or pie, sometimes they
just spit in my eye;
yes I know it’s a severe admission, faulty cognition, its spiral
crashing aircraft position; but it’s like that here, where I’m at,
in the medication, obfuscation, strangulation cardboard city stay
So next time you see me and you look away all sly, unwilling to
look me, straight in the eye, remember, remember, with your
embarrassing sigh;
your’e looking at Simeon, Ranger of the Sky
Beyond speech
Before the words
Even leave your lips
Thinking about thinking
Looking at your thoughts
I see the building blocks
Of your breaking down
It's noisy sound image
An abstract tree growing concepts
In a forest needing life
* Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the tip of your tongue
After supper, when the words
Have left your mouth
All your childhood questions
Still unanswered
It's branches are torn apart
Your tree positioned
Without arches pays a fee
To this living organism
For it's inorganic accretions
*Simeon wages it's demise
Beyond the after thought
Your prose has brought about
There's no going back
Past the Temple's entrance
No chugalugging in reverse
Like dead dogs guarding
White noise on a mountain
Jubilations and alleluias are
Revelations so gloriously bright
They hurt the eyes
*Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the pandemonium
Of your chitchat usage
On the far right of a good way off
Your thirty tongues
Those serpentine monsters
Are tangled in green homilies
No more conversations needed
Not listening but watching
Your gold watch a-tick tock ticking
It's running against time all-embracing
*Simeon wages its demise
Unsanctioned quiet
Never looks back
Too much said
Is always too late.
There are many words for frost
This is the house your words built
You might have lost your tongue altogether
Like blind passion without a mission
Not even your homing pigeon can
Any longer hear you out.
*Simeon wages its demise
Tears of Absence
To
Oyedokun Simeon: My Beloved
friend
when my yearning becomes a
letter
Lost inside dust of time
This poem will deliver my feeling
To you Simeon the son of
Oyedokun
For home is always home,
For only those who stay
when flame of war erupts
Frienship is not for coward
And struggle is not for fragile
hearts
Life is not always smooth sailing
It has its ups and downs,
Smiles and frows
There is no success without
failure
Hardship and pain, you have to
endure
Don't give up!
Simeon, when my song becomes
a melody
Of tears it is only because of
you!
My poem is not for pall - bearers
But I read dirge in your absence
Or is there anything to compare
with
Absence of the death?
But we won't die the son of
Oyedokun
For our friendship is a destiny
of tomorrow
Through we are way - farers
Simeon, Remember! Remember!!
Greate things could be achieve
tonight
we need to struggle with all our
might
Though when everything
becomes cloudy
Surely, we would reach the top
And succeed one day.
Written by: Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
POEM: I GROW WHERE I'M PLANTED.
BY SIMEON A.D. PANGU
Though I write rhyme
But I can't sing,
It not a limitation neither a crime,
I do it with pleasure for the joy it bring,
I can't paint neither draw,
Yet the beauty of it I always adore,
I love water yet I can't swim,
At the beach I try to capture every emotional scene.
I have multiple of talent that the fact,
But I will always grow where I am plant,
Being Jack of multiple trade, master of none,
Never would I, for in it I found no fun.
Not because I am afraid of sudden failure just by trying,
But one day you will come to realize,
Without birth, their is no need for dying,
So my priority I will always prioritize,
My major I'll major, minor I'll minor
Never would I minor in my major, or major in my minor.
Life if not a game of chance,
For you'll never stay in the same romance
Opportunity come but once, people say,
Opportunity keeps on reoccurring, if on a career you chose to stay.
All my eggs on one basket I will put,
Just well I prepare the basket for my eggs to put.
If you can't dance neither act,
Teaching is another version of art.
Talent no one is born without,
Ours We don't get to know, for void we tend to scout.
I dont do because I found it comfortable,
But let the end product to others be pleasurable.
Use your talent, on others to create positive impact,
For NOAH is always remembered for just building an ark, which is a single act.
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TO THE LITTLE MAN INSIDE ME
By Simeon Austin David Pangu
To the little man inside me,
Struggling to be set free.
Mr inability you have been called,
Making you feel little when wanting to stand tall.
You dream of happiness and joy,
Sadly on you tears you crawl.
Trying to make the world see the ability in your inability,
The ungrateful desperate always shadowing you in their quest for vanity.
Looking in the sky, the stars you see only few?
Your steeps you should have halt, but curiosity never knew?
You are Mr inability you are me!
Just hold tight your ability one day the world will see.
There is one thing you have that is hope,
Though it cannot be seen through your scope.
You have it in your possession, you have it all,
Just hold on for the test is your storm.
You quest for love but you find hate,
Celebrating your angel, only to realize she is your mother's mate,
The supposed facilitator of your dream is killing it,
Enjoying your agony, it appears to be sweet.
The world is unfair the feeble will cry,
You don't need that to courage you in your strive.
Be brave! for you have a mission,
You mission is to achieve your vision.
You are Mr inability that what you are,
Until the world realize your ability, then they will realize who you truly are.
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AUGUST FLOOD, LION MOUNTAIN LANDSLIDE
BY SIMEON AUSTIN DAVID PANGU AKA MR SENATOR
To bed they went wishing good night,
With zest they opt to wake up and do their chores with all their might.
Rain falling from the sky, we know it was a blessing,
Tears rolling through Sierra Leone's eyes...(Pause) God knows the reason
The earth shrink as the flood came,
Beautiful faces were never the same.
It came too fast, our smile it wipes
Yesterday beautiful songs, today sorrowful cries
Good will, aspirations and innovations buried in the mud
Your Tomorrow's agend is all we have left to remember as we mourn.
Yesterday was the naming day, Today the mourning day.
Father couldn't get to watch you as your grow old and play.
Vimto tastes like vinegar in our mouths,
As youth left for the dead and survivors to scouts.
Mother, father the voice of their children calling,
Father couldn't see son,mother couldn't heard her daughter crying.
Numbers cannot be numbered,
John couldn't be recognized by his own brother.
Oh! God why the rain?
Why our faces are not the same?
Why the earth, the earth it couldn't hold?
thus on our backs the rocks must roll?
Water is life but lives now it take?
Why, must on my Nation's mind fear made?
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Mary arrived to be purified
in the holy Temple where did reside
Anna and Simeon
who each had a vision
of Jesus to be shared and magnified.
Mary heard their child would be a sign
for the fall and rise of many in time,
revealed as the light
for gentiles delight
bringing salvation by God's design.
Luke 2.22-38