Frantic movement and commotion
Fist-pumping, foot-stomping emotion
Slogans shouted, cheers abide
Endless cheers of ‘He’s our guy!’
Music blares, eager midriffs bared
The other candidate’s running scared
Victory takes wing at every rally ~
chasing dreams down blindest alleys
Categories:
blindest, emotions, flying, political, sound,
Form: Couplet
These streets are where the devil lives —
Where temptation breathes,
And nightmares don’t sleep.
No room for doubt.
No space for pessimists.
To survive, you need the heart of a man
Ready to conquer Everest.
Behind bright lights
And sleepless nights,
Truth bleeds through
Even the blindest eyes.
Stay on the straight path —
Or watch it turn black.
Knives don’t whisper;
They scream when they crack.
Cuts don’t heal,
They stain through the years —
And mothers drown
In their children’s tears.
These streets will steal your style,
Your charisma,
Roll you in tobacco
And spark you in a Rizla.
All for what?
For your name to fade,
Your presence dismissed,
Just another statistic
On an ever-growing list.
Stop. Think.
Before your life becomes part of the payment.
Before you’re fifteen —
Cold,
Alone,
Dying on the pavement…
Streetlights hum like a funeral hymn,
Your blood runs black, your future dim.
Another name chalked on a curb in red —
These streets don’t mourn,
They just count the dead.
Categories:
blindest, anger, bereavement, childhood, courage,
Form: Rhyme
The rising star
I see myself
siting on a giant's shoulder
like a striving soldier
I am so built that
I could not only get the brightest view
which is open to only few
But as well
I could also fly,
no, not like a fly
But like an eagle
I soar, even in the jungle
high, high as I struggle
My power is in ink
I write, while others are trying
to stop their tears from drying
My strength is my voice
because, I am
the song that needs no drum
You can also read me
like a poem
well blended into a rhyme
I am so bright, such that
even when I walk in the dark
the blindest dog does bark
I was once a zero, but
I am now the rising star
that kicks the giant start
You are my superhero, cause
you read the poem
and listen to the rhyme
You are the giant
on whose shoulder
I sit, like a striving soldier
Thank you.
© Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun
Categories:
blindest, africa, anxiety, blessing, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Can men fight without symbols
where victory calls beyond love and hate
Can men die without symbols
or reason conquer the blindest faith
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2014)
Categories:
blindest, death, faith, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Revelation in its plainest form,
Glory revealed before the naked eyes;
To whom is this understanding granted?
Oh behold Him on the mount of holiness—
Oh behold the transfigured Christ!
A brightness beyond the sun's compare,
Yet visible to the eyes of the beloved;
Of them that are born of a woman,
None indeed is greater than John the Baptist;
But of a truth in the Kingdom of God,
The least of the heirs are greater than he!
Peter, always in a hurry to speak,
Thought it wise to build three thrones:
One each for the Lord, Moses, and Elijah;
If only he knew with Whom he stood—
That no one can ever be equal with Him!
The Light that shines the brightest,
The Tabernacle not made with hands;
Yet the humblest and loveliest of them all,
Who came to redeem a world of darkness.
Revelation in its most naked frame,
Redemption before the blindest eyes;
To whom is this understanding granted?
Oh behold the Saviour of the world...
On The Mount of Transfiguration.
Categories:
blindest, christian, jesus,
Form: Free verse
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Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
Still BREATHING
BELIEVING...
KNEELING...
PRAYING...
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
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Categories:
blindest, devotion, faith, , cute,
Form: Ode
Men of affairs, scientists, gentlemen collectors,
researchers, technicians, plankton detectors.
Ladies, when permitted, provided manful help
Wading shorelines intrepidly for variegated kelp.
Be-whiskered men off charted shores
their Science to be applied.
From blindest depths defy stern jaws
to reveal a great divide.
Thus predate all faith - shift their cores –
expecting the spring tide.
Knowing their names, seeking their protection.
Categorised, specified, a literal dissection.
Must now each specimen elders plucked, and carefully
selected,
be hidden forever, politically corrected?
Dead-eyed and soaked, deep in their jars.
Pickled in formaldehyde.
Gentleman, killer? The choice is yours,
Think well before you decide.
Is the Creator of countless stores
Dr. Jekyll or Mister Hyde?
Categories:
blindest, allegory, animals, faith, history,
Form: I do not know?