My mind drifts loose
into the moving art framed by train window.
Houses in the field glitch by—
brick red roofs and windows
that hold sunset across the champaign.
I wonder what it’s like to live
in that world, where you
wake and rest with the sun.
My gaze drifts to clouds
light as swan feathers.
Their dance—effortless, unrepentant
as the sunset dyes them tangerine and pink.
I wonder what it's like to live
in their world, where you
count days with how the wind blows.
——A sharp whistle stole my attention.
The train slowly comes to a stop.
The city busy flickering
neon signs that can give a girl seizures.
I collect myself back,
just enough to function—
The rest can stay loose
with the clouds and the lovely red roofs.
Let me tell you about my day...
Maybe it was as light as air;
Not too rough, not too contrary-
Oh! You look dubious? Let's just
Pop that cork, it's time for champagne!
Why do we ask: “can you keep a secret?”
Knowing that if we’re telling them
That we can’t keep a secret.
Explain a black eye
1. I was wrestling with the dog
2. Opening a Champaign Bottle
3. My son and I were re-enacting the sword fight from Peter Pan
Captain Hook lost
4. Looked up when someone said “DUCK!”
5. Answered the alarm clock
You know you’re getting old when…
1. Getting out of the chair takes preparation
2. Dropping the remote makes the show you were watching seem better
3. You can’t find your glasses because you can’t find your glasses
4. You lose arguments with inanimate objects
5. The dog throws the ball for himself
6. The cat changes your litter box
7. You believe your legs have gotten longer or your arms shorter because you cannot get your sox on
8. Falcons are envious of your toe nails
9. You have hope for the next generation because you know how stupid you were as a kid
10. Your kids ask you to watch their kids…and you think..”maybe I didn’t do so bad”
A Contemporary Haiku
giggles from the covers
champaign chilling
walkers beside the bed
By the gray rivers flowing, the recently revived,
bob along like Champaign corks in the swift current.
The dead always pop too soon,
even when
you pull their corks with long lamentations.
The fizz-fuse keeps burning.
Morning finds them on-going,
restored and drifting among the detritus
of our own sad endings.
They are not ghosts, you gave them names,
but they do not answer when you call.
They instead, bump against the riverbanks
endeavoring to once again, come ashore.
When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas a smoke from the one glaring all night, even his lighter is glinting
That night she lost her balance, her head, and her Gucci slipper
Though in costume, she didn’t feel like Cinderella anymore
Drunk-on champaign they went out to the marina for a dipper
Everyone dancing all night, felt great, with music galore
At the stroke of midnight, on a yacht, a first mate and his skipper
Swirling in gay abandon in her party dress, putting on a show
The first one to leave is deemed a killjoy in this circle fest
They pulled an all-nighter, ‘neith the shroud of the moon’s luscious glow
The first one to leave the event, was weary, in the state of unrest
The sun is setting, the party is ending, a new day calls, a caravan in tow
In a flash, life has changed
Whenever I think about you
There is always a smile on my face
Which I cannot explain
May be to all we have exchanged
Remembered and view anew
And most times, in its trace
I wish we could together pump champaign
The moments of trial in which we grow
Lovely makes me laugh
Something is it of your name
That's really awesome and amazing
Things I can't forgo
But wish I can plot on graph
How life you enjoy a game
That every moment goes blazing
Thanks for all the inspiration
Thanks for all the peaceful trouble
Mad for all the little mix
Crazy for all the stubborn chants
Happy your birthday is an appreciation
Happy your birthday bubbles
Cheers your day is well fixed
Grateful your day is worthy a rembrandt
Adebiyi Anu O'Dayo, more years through grace
Fulfill destiny and set a historical pace
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
In a small dining room enclosed by three walls, a setting for two. Two candles across from each other lit cast shadows on the ceiling above the crystal chandelier. The round maple table- mirrors and reflects two tall wine glasses half filled with pink Champaign. On folded pink colored napkins three tine forks paired with matching gold handled knives compliment the candle holders. two pure white porcelain plates with saucers with gold trim shine. In the background on the center white wall, a black framed painting of autumn trees sits rectangular. To the left and right are two pedestals each with a bouquet of red roses resting atop. To the wall on the right a curio filled with Swarovski-"Wonders of the sea" Chrystal figures. To the wall on the left a roman numeral oval shaped clock with the time showing 4:45 pm. In the middle of the table is a small roasted turkey. Cranberries, potatoes and stuffing all in separate matching gold trimmed bowls 'round the turkey. On the dark oak floor, in the middle of the two chairs a golden retriever waits patiently.
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11/20/2021
All has opened as far as it can today.
A 357 magnum Champaign bottle
brings down a wild boar – clean kill.
Giddiness is inherently fizzy,
dizzy possibly even deadly
we have machines to monitor
how open a person can get
and still live on with those
ever expanding vesicles.
inside them.
Returning to the ‘opening’ theme
the very air has blossomed,
blown itself up and outwards,
and I wonder how far the sky
or an effervescent atom can open
before shooting off
into the heart of a passerby
and if she or he survives
will he or she continue to open
the way a starfish might
in a fluorescent splash of moonlight?
Yet all openings must fray at their edges,
rims and verges fragment,
the circumference cannot hold,
hollow points expand
into multiple exclamation marks,
but when we have opened,
when we have opened all we can
does the wilting then begin
or is there a gun
of a much higher caliber
for us to be fired from?
toys scattered
champaign glasses empty
New Year rolls in
The worlds a stage
Mere players in this arcade
Dear Mama I’m your created player in this game
Don’t pour out a lil liquor pour out Champaign
Till the cradle 2 da grave
Everyday the world gets more strange
Or strange things gets more normal
The devil sends more forces to forge my journal
Fire inside me burns eternal
More fiery fire to the flames my thirst grows
Writing music my nerves the notes
Dark world no love for Romeo
Juliet got jewels of stones
Wisdom to crown her
When the rays of the sun shine warm and bright
And the daytime moon glows blue at night
The ocean's waves sing songs in breeze
When it makes me dream my mind to ease
For when...
The mountains sparkle like pink Champaign
And the deserts sand is white like rain
The sky is full with shooting stars
When Fireworks shoot from earth to mars
I'm with you...
When the fires lit but it does not burn
And the winter's cold does not return
The yellow roses and tulips dance
When I kiss your lips with my every chance
I'm Home
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8-12-2019
His name is Bob and he is a mechanic
He suffers from liver disease
But doesn't panic
He is in need of a transplant
It's very urgent
He hasn't had a drink in seven months
He has a wife and a daughter who just graduated from law school
She offers him some champaign to celebrate n asks if that's cool
He refuses but she insists
He has just one glass then takes a seat
He's been waiting for six months
And today we finally found a donor
He is so excited and his family could not be happier
The tests results show a percentage of alcohol in his bloodstream
And now this changes everything
Today I inform him and his family that he can no longer receive a new liver
Immediately he begins to quiver
He has been placed at the bottom of the list and there's nothing I can do
Some rules just cannot be bent
We should all follow through
By Ezar The Last Street Poet
What seeker can see what I have seen prophetic dreams
Shot gun houses torn screens safe houses triple beems
Escorts giving me bags of cream emaculent things
Strip club champaign and hot wings
Five star suites ninth floor west wing
Limo cruise mountain views street cries we never snooze
Make eiligent moves C.E.O watch stock news
Minaj mulatto that love to swallow till Iam hollow
Poetically unstoppable impossible to follow
Every since 96 when I had Mexican chicks model
Mad love to Greenville Seattle and Chicago
Forward full throttle with a dime peace coke bottle
Your comments are shallow
So who the hell cares investment clubs
Master mind affairs
Relaxing on madagascan chairs
Ambition plus persistence through resistance equals evidence
That I own a couple businesses
speak to open the eyes of those who seek understanding bleek
Blind to the shine that I release falling on your face instead of standing on yo feet
PEACE
Alone in the dark
Just you and I
Excitement abounding
We use our hands as our eyes
The velvety touch
Of your sweet lips
This flame burns unquenching
It began with a kiss
A moment in time
We wish wouldn't stop
You can't measure love
By the hands of a clock
Unwavering passion
That flows from within
I lust for your body
As we're pressed skin to skin
Exploring each other
As night turns to day
From the sight of your body
My breath goes away
With that look from your eyes
I run my hands through your hair
Kiss the nape of your neck
Then the lobe of your ear
You arch up your back
And exhale with a sigh
As our bodies unite
For the very first time
Through our veins pleasures flow
Like the purest of rains
With ectasy as our guide
We explode like champaign (my substitute for risque line)
Then lie in your arms
Till together we share
Another night full of passion
That can never compare
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