Best Vibe Poems
AFRICA HAS AN AWESOME VIBE
Africa with no shadow of doubt has an enticing aurA Form a group choose a trip, check a previeW
Robyn Island is a must where Mandela did abidE
It’s a sin not to visit the two most famous parkS
Come see the Big Five at Kruger National Park, and alsO
Abandon inhibitions and dance to Africa’s rhythM
Head of South Africa President Nelson Mandela, hE
Agreed and decided on a humanitarian view, a faV,
Shocked many by his wonderful humor, never antI!
A need to swim with Dolphins in Cape Town, but don’t disturB
Nearby sharks, visit Knysna Forrest, meander, feel its agapE!
“Agape” love in action is to love the world.
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27 May 2020
Truth filters thru the dust,
discarded, the guise
and I can see, clearly
into her soul
carefree, fulfilled
in compassion and condolence
brimming with pride
all that's felt deep inside
I crave, not with body
but with heart
hands holding out, rubbing circles
in the sand, as sun casts her way
early to late
not a slave to one's fate
the grains blow
I kiss the wind
watching the willows bend
reaching for the sea
I see past what is out
as truths swell within
I have no name or reason, gone are bone and flesh.
My uncuffed spirit beats a raw passionate crest
when guitar riffs stroke my soul's divine ache afresh.
To my core I become high and healings blaze in my chest.
Tunes spin vibrations that ignite deeply inside me.
While I dance vivacious sounds sooth my soul within
and melt me adrift to lift me in gifted feels of free.
Music mends to transcend me beyond human skin.
'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
mountain vibe stillness
breeds a setting quite unmatched
in its Purest Form....
I'll test the strength,
i'll test,
i'll feel the best of it.
I won't slow won't let go,
won't let the dark enfold,
won't let the freedom fail.
I feel the real deal i feel the solid deal,
i sense the truth, sense the right.
Good ground deep sound.
I'll wear the pride,
never look back or hide,
check that,
ill share the pride,
stand tall never falter never fall,
walk in clean light,
feel strong see right,
step with good heart know my part,
feel the fire inside ill embrace good vibe.
MY POETIC VIBE.
As I talk in rhymes,
This makes my readers never
To sleep between any line
Your mind is fixed to this light
As I read into critics eye.
Scream to the stars and never
Fill shy,
These the only time I can talk
To persuade you peninsula's child.
My rhythmic vibe,
Isn't thy spirit happy that
You are pronounced alive?
You know Marley's track
Women must always cry,
This is Habib's flight that I will
Always shine before this night dies.
Kindly stand at alert
No man can quarrel with this shark
Sharpen those palms and forget
The spelling called setback,
Imitate the giraffes prank
Continue to elongate never fear of
Going to slack.
I proclaim the rhythmic vibe
My father laid a little spark
Presently I just burnt the entire farm.
Blessed is the chest who never dreams
Of inherited wealth,
She's a permanent curse upon my
fragile head
As I will never live to mold my personal
Crest.
My vibes just landed unto the earth,
This rhythm will never come to an end.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Enchanted by the flame that burns,
Orange fingers twist and turn.
Heat my shadow as it dances,
Fill my head with unborn chances.
I shed my outer shell of age
Embrace the beat, let go the rage.
I float on clouds of red and yellow,
The music vibe make’s me mellow.
The music vibe… it’s the name of the game,
The music vibe… I ain’t never the same.
The music vibe… ignite me tonight,
It’s a burning, blazing, intoxicating, heavenly delight.
I drift in the heat of the music maze,
Filling my head with a purple haze.
You’re my drug, a flame that burns high,
You’ve given me wings, now I touch the sky.
Wrap my hands in your golden flame,
Transport me to a new time frame.
Dreams become like a spinning top,
The music vibe, don’t ever stop.
The music vibe… it’s the name of the game,
The music vibe… I ain’t never the same.
The music vibe… ignite me tonight,
It’s a burning, blazing, intoxicating, heavenly delight.
Turn up the heat music man”
Play the tune of my favorite band.
Carve it in stone or the bark of a tree,
But your vibe dances in every flame that I see.
The music vibe… it’s the name of the game,
The music vibe… I ain’t never the same.
The music vibe… ignite me tonight,
It’s a burning, blazing, intoxicating, heavenly delight.
I just wanna rock with you.
If your down let's find a place to go.
The stars are out.
In an honest world the clouds have no say so.
To deny the vibe you give.
Light, airy.
They'd all run from you.
The clouds that unreasonably linger about.
The arms of your galaxy infinitely stretched.
Kindled in rotation.
The dynamics a simple smile can make.
A sort of religious happening.
Expanding with time.
Let's find a place to go.
Nothing but space
In the cosmos of you.
The hint twinkles.
We spiral in orbit.
Inhaling bright hue.
The analogy of aesthetics.
All together in vibe.
Asteroids appearing at the right time.
Sincerely running towards you.
Another galaxy that mimics the millennium of fantasy.
Alone in the blink of an eye.
Starstruck in the center of the universe.
Her universe.
In the galaxy of her arms,
We clash.
Colliding in bright hue
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Faces half shrouded at a social distance
Grim acceptance or an angry resistance
I get the jitters, shakes and chills
So, I climb out of the Valley and into the hills
I crave a hiatus from this virus obscene
But a sign proclaims, Closed Due To Covid 19!
Oh damn! I howl. Has my ascent been for naught?
Has my elusive karma at last been caught?
On my trail I’d amble as skies glow blue
A healing vibe afforded to few!
Away from road rage, despair
A concrete smog asphalt stew
Is it so shocking I feel forsaken and blue?
Ignoring the sign, I forge ahead with a will
Rambling onward and upward hill after hill
And down toward the Pacific’s deep blue expanse
In a stumbling, humbling, transfixed dance
Call me a trespasser for breaking a law
Or an unrepentant sinner with a character flaw
But no matter what name you may tag on me
While on the trail just call me free!
Sitting here, waiting the vibe moment,
the water of creativity breaks;
and silent words drip
from the womb of my mind.
Silent words—flowing,
filling blank pages of time
with echoes of sculpture thoughts
chiseled from the abysmal consciousness
of my inner being; laboring awakening words,
struggling in the web of pregnant hope.
And when these words
shall have delivered their song,
leaving the staccato rhythms
of the keyboard silent
like the darkness of stilled night,
this new born poetic vibe will be
silently screaming:
Echoing throughout the night,
vivid vibrant vibes of ebony hued melodies.
The trees donned their autumnal suits,
And strutted in crisp scarlet boots,
Said the Birch to the Pine,
“You look almost divine”
“How about a nut brown for those roots.”
jetted tub feels good
when the world's light is cut off
and nothing matters
scents of the old pine and hazelwood sail through the damp air,
the old teak never ceases to astound a visitor.
Gargantuan its tall spread wings engulfing the whole structure.
the minute carvings and the niches in the logs appear quite
undistinguishable.
These evoke the smell of fresh wine and fruits
that were once gobbled ravenously.
Those golden facades upon where the queen's beautiful doves perch,
are now merely an old eagle's beak.
Into the garden ran the swan and goosy ducks paddling their feet for
a dip in the luminous pond, a thousand years ago.
The king's long hall courteously held his courtiers through the reigning years.
The summoning of merrymakers could almost be heard a thousand years ago.
They with flickering beads and jingles danced through
history for the sight of their majesty
on the red-tiled floor.
The interior chamber, a glory of artillery
and a call for battles of victory.
There hung the rusty gleaming swords and shields,
sheathed by blood and sweat adorning the warrior clan.
The long cry of valiant men in the field of war,
scorched by their silent enemy in the sky and stripped by the roaring thunder of great storms, all could be seen a thousand years ago.
The wooden panels staccatoed with memories
and beams of history and pillars of time, all crowded
in this majestic architecture, never ceases to astound a visitor.