There are no bands in death
They are in various states
Lifeless in varied postures
Brought for different reasons
Some palsy and age took their toll
Others victims of premature machinations
Many fell from jealous causatives
A lot from envious enemies
Modest number in the line of duty
Protecting the sanctity of fatherland
Oh yes the occupant of this space:
He was the community’s tallest
His height wrestled and intimated iroko trees…
Now vanity
This lady…
I remember
Had a voice sweeter than a Nightingale
Her shrill high pitched soprano
Bordered on the corridors of falsettos
Cracked glasses unending
Vanity upon vanity
There are no bands in death
Bones litter a grave’s mouth
As cleaved and cut wood upon the earth
Philosophical quandary:
Point of no return
Cessation of cessations
‘Fallacy of misplaced concreteness’
An end to spectrum of living
To the living the dead never die:
They are always with us
In songs, stories and legacies
They may fly away never to be seen
Only on JUDGEMENT DAY
The rest is for us to live right
Walking the old paths wherein our Fathers walked
For there are no bands in death.
Categories:
cessations, bereavement, eulogy, humanity,
Form: Elegy
Standing on
Giants shoulders
Always play with rife
Chuckling at misfortune
as it waltzes with my life
Twits twist
The mite of time emit
The muppet shows
Dribble lines of made up
Words sentences star
Tin other sent
ten cessations
Put your finger within the space
and become part of my verse
Everything reverse in
cart before the horse
I don't write poems
you just read my thoughts
Categories:
cessations, poetry,
Form: Free verse
...............Standing on
Giants shoulders
Always play with rife
Chuckling at misfortune
as it waltzes with my life
Twits twist
The mite of time emit
The muppet shows
Dribble lines of made up
Words sentences star
Tin other sent
ten cessations
Put your finger within the space
and become part of my verse
Everything reverse in
cart before the horse
I don't write poems
you just read my thoughts
Categories:
cessations, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They conquered land before habitations --
Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
Until arthropods assumed their stations
(Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans).
They conquered land before habitations --
Those rude, plated pests swarmed the green nations:
An ever eating, egg laying mess -- still,
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
Old root fauna demanded cessations;
And, therein, they devised a cunning skill:
They conquered land before habitations --
Placate those fleshy abominations
With sexy flowers and sweet nectar treats.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
The bugs went wild with mushroom gyrations --
Until the Vegans collected their eats....
They conquered land before habitations --
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.
Categories:
cessations, flower, fruit, garden, green,
Form: Villanelle