Best Unuttered Poems
Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.
Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.
Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.
It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.
your moment of concentration
has me mesmerised
I'm no longer a poet ~
just a fool with unuttered longing
this day already drew its close
but I can steady my weary gaze
settle it upon you
all but your beauty ebbs away ~
I look on with tired eyes
"lit by a match"
I'm half dreaming ~
my favoured state
and you
within arm's reach
as I drift aloft
caught between the shadows and smoke
that swirl together
one last time
Inspired by The Sulphur Match by John Singer Sargent
Lush stubby grass bends and sways
A perfect place to spend our day
Forever, it is spread, beneath our feet
Green carpet as far as the eye can see
Encompassing silence with its prickly touch
The sky so blue, with touch of gray
Appears to enjoy a game it plays
Gathering clouds that tease the sun
Who darts, and hides between each one
He sends a yellow ship that sails,
Upon a sea of flowering hills
We spread our blanket under the trees
And marvel at the fickle breeze
It takes a turn, from hot to warm
It soothes the brow, then cools us down,
We lunch with wine, French bread and cheese
Big apples, grapes, of red and green
We nap among the shady groves
Awakenend by the scent of rain
A run for cover beneath a bridge
We laugh like children, once again
And like ripples on a silent stream..
Dripping songs, and unuttered words
Sweet music is played.... new memories are heard
For Carol Brown's contest "Picnic Time"
What have you done to your eager young sons
where will they hide now from the searing sun
and what Jordan river will wash off their pain
your gods were forgotten in your hurry to aim
and the holiest of places are no longer within reaching
and the hopes of the many are drowned by the foolish
we grow feckless and fearful and can no longer see them
their books are unread and unuttered forever
this infection grows scabs all over our bodies
and the fairest of faces turns a dark ugly pallor
our thoughts are distorted by soulless mad leaders
and our fields are grown weary of growing our bounty
and winds bringing clouds never release their waters
and the dry, warring fields of faraway places
are filled with fresh holes of the people who walked there
and we never once lifted a hand to defend them
and the sand in our faces we'll never inherit
and the righteous bold fruits of the mighty have rotted
their tongues of salvation are shriveling inside them
and the voices of liberty are empty and hollow
may the god of our fathers bring ashes and sorrow
and the end is a welcome change to our blood letting
the rivers that watered and cooled and once fed us
are swirling in angry revenge all around us
a pillar of salt is all that is left standing.
'Going going gone
Says the ticking clock
For each breaking day draws
A man closer to his end.'
The true essence of time
...
Efosa, his mother had named him at birth.
For against all odds,
She too has become a mother.
With high hopes and expectations
She single handedly raised him up
To be a fine young educated man.
For inside Nigeria?
When graduates yapa anyhow without work.
Brother Efosa in search of a better life
And greener pastures, don enter street
Since the kpali he got from the university,
Nor gree bring work
And man must chop to survive.
There's no wealth but life!
That one na big man yarnings.
While there is life there's hope
Na poor man motivation be that.
Beneath the smile and laughter
Of Brother Efosa, lies
Unshed tears, endless wants and needs,
Unuttered ' i don tire for this life sef'
Because even inside the street eh,
Everywhere red anyhow.
So the next time you see
Brother Efosa, be more
Gentle and subtle in your dealings
With him, because life hard reach
Him corner.
*draws curtain*
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Hurdles have been a battle of compromises,
worse than thistles growing in my grass;
they prick me when I weed them out;
and I bleed on them when I'm fraught.
Two souls crossed this long path of sultry stillness,
one gladly went away, the other sadly stayed;
restless is the one feeling wrath. The unfairness
of fate is a crucial debate hurling words of hatred.
The farther these footsteps trudge,
the longer time delays their aim;
hardening the core of rightful claim.
The unuttered rage is another unheard cry
of my wailing and it may suddenly
cease along with the essence of my existence.
Absurd the thought, the pretense of not weeping,
there's much unneeded silence in this field of weeds;
much has been endured at the bristling point of leaves-
unable to find shade under a tree, I burn painfully.
Life must return with the thrilling
sounds of robins and blue jays,
with gaudy flowers rising in the spring,
and with a happy deer that leaps.
I won't be a keeper of another failed quest;
blackened clouds of a treacherous storm
will turn bright by sunset...
to bring all things to norm.
Yes, tomorrow will open doors and dismiss
restlessness, promising days without tears;
I'll be able to live my life, without counting years,
getting rid of the thistles growing in my grass.
You relish the polished white rice,
But how many farmers' deaths behind it lies.
You relish the freedom on our streets,
But how many soldiers sacrifice their lives to reap these.
You relish the freebies offered during pre-election,
But how many politicians resort to "in-resort" operations.
You relish the skyscrapers and high-rise buildings,
But how many wildlife's habitats are shrinking.
You relish the amenities sold at lower prices,
But how many adulterants have effected a major health crisis.
Featured news clouds people's vision,
Shrouding the underlying notion.
Read between the lines,
Understand the "unuttered".
I want to stop these fingers
As I want to stop this brain
To be dominated by mind's splinters
Those words which unuttered to be complained
I want to close my ears
As they whisper from my heart to my mind's gears
No gate can stop them, wandering like a keen spears
If only numbness could be gained just by glasses of beers
I want flowers, sweets and beauties
To dispel all the anxieties and insecurities
But devil besides me
Replace the angel of my sanity
I am timid
To release my self from dungeon of rules and ethic
To break my inability and my limit
To be undressed from this boring gimmick
Butterfly flies out of cocoon
Counting time from seconds to days
Making my own sun in my very noon
While collecting diamonds in my own ways
With fanciful thoughts swarming like locusts,
When my mind runs bizarre, I look for a quiet spot
To sit and jot them down, not bothering if they ring or rhyme
At times, like gurgling streams, so noisy, they flow.
Or like dew drops, gently moistening the grass,
They come and quietly settle, on the white surface.
Unable to be imprisoned within
The structured frame of a song,
My thoughts, at times, take wings and fly,
Like Aladdin’s magic carpet.
They carry me along to lands unknown
And regions never travelled!
As we fly, we watch from above the magic tapestry
Of sculptured rocks, green arcades and silvery streams
And lose in the beauty of this spinning globe,
So amazing to view
The ride being so pleasant, soon the elements dissolve
And time runs out.
I even forget, I do exist
Ascending higher and higher, with a rare lightness of being,
On wings so weightless, the world of truth fades completely out,
Until like a thistledown so weightless I float along with clouds,
Propelled by the buoyancy of the air.
Looking from those alien shores,
At times I catch a glimpse of Heaven,
Beyond the far rims of the horizon.
Then my soul leaps in such exquisite rapture
And my unuttered thoughts burst into a song!
Nov. 29.2022
2022 . Marathon Mile.26. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Pulse...zenith...drums...a shattering shudder
Words...Zion...neat...the platter unuttered
Thoughts zealots speak that magnets can't cover
Hatred, Hatred, Hatred and then...
What one friend begins as trend then ends as...
That someone that spins untruths as hints of...
Those that one two their meaning
Like science substitutes one seeing
Like dreadlocks without gravity
And minus without anything
Plus you...
Pulse pluralized ways synthesized a brain synthetic
Words harmonized vision fantasized fame unedited
Thoughts publicized talk bloody eyed shame touched heaven
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen is taught intention
Love savored its mention until...
Love favored an ending that ends the beginning
With feelings that have a habit of blending...
What this is then this plus you
And what it means to know what you say
With a treacherous heart leading the mind by sound
Instead of the other way around...
Thoughts then words then pulse.
Break the fire that burns the soul
Never couple the blood unless it is hot,
The scented motion are fire proof in the oceans
Where the weeds are the king of the grasses.
Days of unholy beast of lust and lost are here,
Drop your ears, drop your tongue of justice;
Let's tell tomorrow that seperation is gone,
Gone to the fading psalms of sorrow.
Split the heart of agony without a second eyes,
Make the tears that bleed in their seasons cease.
The music that plays from Nkporo to Edda,
The dancers that swing from Abiriba to Ohafia,
The voiceless that are seated from Item to Ozuakoli,
The hands that are busy from Igbere to ugwueke,
The eyes that sees from Mbaise to Mbano,
Remember and cherish us at the sight of
The spirits that queue in Isikwuato and Abiam;
The masquarades that sing from Arochukwu are
Not only for the mouth to clap in sorrow, but it
Is for the legs to walk no more without a step.
Who says black men are stupid? Let him come home;
Come to fatherland and see that the blood that runs in our veins are truth for wisdom and intelligence.
Listen to the faith of the lovers in the African soil,
Sound the drum louder from Aba to Umuahia,
We bake poetry and tradition that live for thousand
Years, we are what the tourist seek in the west.
Who says Africans are beast of burden from womb?
Who says we are monkeys rather than humans?
We connect borders that testify of tomorrow,
We are the unsung song that singers clamour for,
We are the artifact of the moon and the sun.
Leave me, leave me alone; let my pen bleed blood!
Let my inking biro tell the world of her injustice
Against the sons and daughters of African.
Soon, soon; they shall watch us like a movie of love.
Africa is with hope and tomorrow,
We are not in sadness and trouble.
We have men unuttered by immorality,
We have children that never kill but look
With a hopeful face to see the world change.
I ask you again, 'who says Africans are fools?'
We are not, we are not like they think we are.
We are made of shade of tradition and cutures,
Africans are the sons that sun the sun of the world.
We head the head that head tomorrow's head,
We legs with the legs that searches future legs,
We are Africans, proudly African we are.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved
A night, again, in waking sleep,
Unuttered words that write the wall
From depths of darkness figures creep
Beneath the million fathom fall
Unspeakable the dreams that fright
The squinted eyes belie the wake
Beneath the sheets to flee the fight
And unformed lies the voices make
A promise, bargain, deal to death
Felled on ears that will deny
Ushered to betray in breath
The truth that sleep is but a lie
In the day's too honest light
The facts that once obscured are bare
The fears evaded in the night
Remain and quest the soul to tear
A wish, once made, can only die
The worst of all desires untold
Anything that grows to try
Will wither in the winter's cold
The waking brings the banishment
The sleeping can't afford
But the whisper's vanishment
Is undone by will's accord
Though too sweet the words once spun
And the price too great to say
Life's a game not easily won
Until the dice are thrown away
A night, again, in waking sleep,
Forgotten words exposed to swear
The oath he oaths to wholly keep
In the Game, there's none unfair
Be it love, or hope, or lust
That drives the mind to needs of want
So badly that one would entrust
Such evil with the heart's one haunt
Impossible, the logic cries
The truest evil's the mind of man
Projecting those traits we so despise
Is but the brain's self-loathing plan
Impossible, the hearts dictates
And truly wrong, but be it so
Then what's the price? The soul berrates
For the secrets that heart does stow?
Unsleeping, so the one returns
Whose promises resound through thought
And name and words to the flesh he burns
So that his offer not be forgot
If but a touch of lunacy already exists
What is the matter of spreading the rot
When a ticking clock is what resists
The selling is hardly worth the thought
In another night of waking daze
To make one last oath he may,
"Just sacrifice your mind to craze,
And I will take your pain away"
The deal once struck cannot revoke
The sacrifice is in the smile
The delivery of pays bespoke
Cements the access to freely while
With every day, the sleeping's less
And words will flow from wall to hand
Building to the mind's egress
The hourglass killing shards of sand
When the time has run and no hours will flow
He will come to me to find
Into the madness I'll gladly go
For, unto him, I sold my mind.
They’re not for you
Nor you for them
Unwritten words from unwritten pens
Like shades of white
Blanks on a page
Unwritten words in an unwritten age
They speak in volumes
Though tongues may fail
Unwritten words that tell no tale
The poem that’s never penned
The bell that’s never rung
The hero who’s unheralded, unsung
For words unwritten
Are without heed
That none the wiser will ever read –
Unuttered words
Are words unheard
By man or beast or woodland bird
They give no voice
To mice or man
To emulate, evolve, or take a stand
And with no voice
No song to sing
The robin sighs and folds its wings –
Unspoken words
Are words unknown
In aching solitude adrift, alone
Unexpressed
And lost in time
As beacons in the night that never shine
There's no need for heartfelt goodbyes,
Nor tears, though they may cloud your parting.
I wish to see it with my very eyes,
Convince myself that life is just restarting--
That everything will stay the same,
And you will find no one to replace me.
That I will scream, and scratch, and bleed your name,
And you would hear or feel, then turn to face me.
That distance would be just a noun,
One we could choose to leave unuttered.
And we'd pretend the sky's not falling down,
As though we'd known the future never mattered.
But please, remember me, when you have time to spare,
When your new friends and places start to feel as old as ours.
And if you fail to find your answers there,
Let me shine light upon your darkest hours.
So, don't despair, my dearest friend,
Allow yourself to suffer no remorse.
I'm part of all you have to leave behind, but in the end,
I would gladly lose myself, so you could find yours.
You don't know your smile makes my heart run a mile
When you look at me the past runs like the river Nile
You don't know that your voice ,your eyes and your touch make me envy the Saudi wind and sun
They get to touch your skin everyday
the wind carries your voice to wherever it goes
And the sun glares at your eyes like it's showing off
If Time had the reverse gear
I would go back to when I didn't know you and all was clear
Back to when ma body missed yours not
To a day i knew not, the pleasure of tasting your unuttered words
I would go back to a day i didn't know the pain of missing you
I didn't want to care but now I do
Your existence now at my heart it stares
My heart is spreading the rumor
That im falling for you, i don't want to believe it
And I don't want you to know
I don't like the way ma heart gives in to this foreign feeling
This all worries me
how incomplete ma days feel when in ma ears your voice visits not
It worries me how I miss you
it drags me to depression the fact that I like you even more as days go by
I don't like it a bit that you make me happy, it scares me.