Tears of fears drip from all that gather
A mystery lyes ahead as the coffin lowers
Sleep smiles on show to see
Some can’t hind the pain though so it breaks through their smiley faces
After suffering & crying
Comes some sort of relief that hopefully their soul has reached heaven in gods presence. Silence
Not a shiver of a word heard here after as the night capitulates.
Have they escape the world? But you still hold the memories, however you are truly left with wonder. Does it make life even more worth living?
The ecosystem of cyberspace;
I am left wanting to latibulate
high atop this swaying tree;
Similar to a spider who’s web
holds on to a bug for dear life;
Knowing it eventually has to eat;
An information storm capitulates
to a swarm of winged freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Force a hard reset;
A darkening cloud above warns
of a dangerous infiltrating worm;
There is no recovery from this virus;
All the droplets of water wasted
within contaminated cumulonimbus;
Sustenance won’t be found there;
An information storm capitulates
to a swarm of haloed freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Work through a hard reset.
Salivating to desecrate
Her bones
In state
Lacking
Brains, Heart, Courage
The wizard
Capitulates.
9/21/20
For 'Paint a Picture - 7 Lines' contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
I Am Right Here
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
In occasional fading of the sun,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Rift recurs thy stained disability,
A jigsaw puzzle of thee spreads undone,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.
Thy severance stirs midst society,
Vacant faces go unanswered by one,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Focused attention gifts simplicity,
A wanton fix since medicines begun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty.
Supervised courses thy anxiety,
Being cut-off, edges in its long run,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
Prayer capitulates thy malady,
Free to explore a memory homespun,
Thy lent shadow tenders thee liberty,
Willed to oneness, stayed in captivity.
2020 June 20
Ebony inks the emptiness of space,
highlighting the stars that adorn the night.
And as Luna rises to take Her place
day's shifting shadows morph into twilight:
as the moon and sun attempt to embrace.
Dusk dons a sequined, ethereal shawl,
as distant stars twinkle in the darkness.
And the sound of a chirping cricket's call,
breaks the silence imposed by dusk's starkness:
its lone serenade; heralding nightfall.
Shadows surrender their shape to the night;
like rippling ribbons ruffled by the moon.
And playing hide and seek with Luna's light;
they get haphazardly scattered and strewn,
stretching and shrinking in and out of sight.
Dawn's first light pierces the night's ebon heart,
thrusting through its impenetrable shield.
And fragmented silhouettes fall apart
as darkness capitulates, forced to yield
to the sun, as a new day gets its start.
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!
My feet leave blood upon this mountain path.
They seek the stones that tear at them--
that tear away my thoughts of Isaac,
far ahead of me,
effusive in his lust for the unknown;
these stones that speak to me alone
of an ineffable command.
Of sacrifice,
of love I do not understand--
are they already stained with irony?
My son! Come back! The light is fast away.
Here are the stones as we might cause
to be the table of the Holy One...
see how they fit together!
Now you and I will labor in the night;
it is more suited to our task...and then
the labor is of God, please Lord, not mine!
Not mine, the lamb:
not mine, the shadow of the day.
But as it must, darkness capitulates:
the leering altar stands complete;
the last reluctant wood in place--
the morning sun upon that empty bier,
a tremulous Abraham,
an anxious son,
a knife still restless in its sheath.
No ram in sight.
Whose act was it that arrested.
that bare arm's descent that morn...
Satan's caprice? Or do you plead
the changeless word of God?
~
Another plain defies relating,
near as breath,
as far as imagery will travel
'til it too capitulates,
and no one knows who has not visited
an "is" that cannot be,
I touched its edge, full knowing
that it could not be contained,
or grasped, or even sensed
in its completeness. Nor
would it begin to satisfy,
else its embrace might be defined
as love, or truth, or God,
or any such shortsighted blasphemy
our tiny words might throw.
No, it transcends all that
and if there be an end
we shall not apprehend
this roaring comet's rest
or find the consciousness
to see it sweep away the stars.
~
Levity from the pain of a love that was never meant to be
within the portrait of our fillial destiny
was what you granted to me while wanting nothing in return
but affinity of hearts for the lesson of love to earn
such moments when we descry our children laughing in warmth
of sun;orchestrating celebration of marriage to flesh and air;
of God's revery upon their souls for us to share
through grace of senescence until our final breaths are taken
for to breathe eternal life into our souls within a world
where the entity of love capitulates our force amidst His embrace.
Circle the 1st letter of the 1st line,circle the 2nd letter of the 2nd line,3rd letter of the 3rd
line,4th letter of the 4th line and so on until it spells out the name of a special woman.
Spent and Battle Weary,
the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path
like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey.
Utterly defeated,she resumes her rhythmic rocking, almost robotic in its ministry.
No welcome here for this fretful form
Out of time
This usurper of liberty, predator of new found freedom,
like the parasitic mistletoe as it clings to the enduring oak
Consumes the spirit
Outflanked by convention, choice simply a misconception,
The woman capitulates before her adversary.
The final shades of moonlight fade from the sky.
The child, enveloped in the first vestiges of sleep,
Surrenders its hold.
The early morning sunlight precociously animates its shadowy dance;
and Fairies cavort upon this tiny form,
playground of elfins and pixies;
the elixir, the effervescence in champagne.
I brush the hair from the forehead of the sleeping child
My heart is swollen
No enigma here; only my daughter