After may be the advent of democracy war could grunt
or groan, raising it's smokes or names for instance.
Once more again it may not be the only thing so harking
to show,
when like already new diseases are found everyday
everywhere here wew gingering further to a gloom
grotesque.
Nigeria is under intranet humor emergency:
Maybe a cool war to see the world now through itself,
maybe a cool war to welcome the something whole
heatedly,
maybe a cool war to enjoy a thing of clit and clat.
Why like democracy is also the government of these
machines, they are cool but on me- thought noses,
water is nature and fish and mermaid and stone
and a lot more?.
Categories:
clat, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Fail not, Time and season
Secretly, my ward faded
With unflinching fire attack
Want to speak
Don't want to confess
As Diamond and Gold tripe
Cloud the sky of my heart
I'm lost and scared to be found
Ouch, my heart got pirated
I began to trod in incur clat
The evening of me become blurry
I'm the Lion with the snail mind
My confidence weathered
Time and season waited in my closet
But I kept them wasted
I took the tick of time for illusion
As I journey with failure as companion
To get burnt on the way
Nothing more to fear
My heart has embraced it sore
The world seems lonely
Only for me to stand boldly
To see the new dawn, flowing
Through a new lucid
©? Laurethe
Categories:
clat, courage, depression, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Quatrain
My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten extra pounds, but now I'm too skinny.
Have you seen me?
With shaky knees, a camera records me
at a far-from-home gas station lobby
as a stranger holds my hand so I can't flee.
I pray to God that someone will save me!
Have YOU seen me!?
What I've had to experience no eyes should see.
Blood-curdling screams were my helpless plea,
as utterances received more cruelty.
I used to be unsuppressed and free.
Have you seen me??
I'd plot my breakaway to no avail daily,
but one day he dozed off while watching TV.
Intoxicated, he unguarded the key.
Scantily clat and hungry, I fled frantically.
HAVE you seen me?
I ran like that dream when my legs are like jelly,
lacking muscle tone and stability,
but I wasn't far from the public library...
Now I'm re-united with my family.
Have you SEEN me?
It's difficult to live with my reality.
I visit a therapist regularly.
Friends took a while to recognize me...
...now five foot four, once four foot three.
Have you seen ME?
8-7-2022
Categories:
clat, abuse, change, child abuse,
Form: Monorhyme
Here up and down, and up……and down I gaze.
The rain has fallen, the ground is still dry.
The words were spoken, the ground is still dry.
I was deceived by the innocent appearance of my youth!
I spent my early life at YOLO the Cliché,
My heart clung to the impossible hope.
My eye descends the rain of impossible
hope.
My face is rugged like a desert which I want to desert!
My sin stained garment is now a bumba clat,
Spiritually I can see the blood trail of Jah on the floor,
Spiritually I can see His wound oozing blood to the floor.
My heart is torn apart, the river bed of the river Jordan is thick with ooze but
still I’m longing for a promise land.
Here I am Lord take me as I am Lord,
I’ve seen how this land lies , in your arm
Lord I wanna lie!
Categories:
clat, africa, age,
Form: Narrative
From the thick forest rich in hemlock, pine and oak,
Rises aloft the loud clat of a stork;
This suddenly disturbs from slumber or deep sleep
Small creatures hiding within Nature’s keep.
A clumsy ladybug is dancing on a stem
Like ruby strung on Aura’s diadem.
Fair butterflies and playful skylarks fly
And bask in heat the rays of light supply.
In such a paradise of vivid green,
We are so transitory to be seen!
We are the breath of wind touching the grass
Whose vast dominion man cannot surpass.
Let us then pause, stand still, never disturb
The precious gift of life, indeed superb.
May all embrace the message on this page,
So that the woods may thrive in every age.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
clat, insect, life, nature, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
It's time to let it go
life passed by a long
time ago. It went by
so slow.
I want to stay, you're not
listening to a word I say.
HEY! HEY! it's Sunday.
It's this way at noon
again. I need this and I
need that; the smallest
voice screams at me:
It's enough! Look at you,
with your toys and baubles.
Where are you going with
that? Oh; now it's a hat
with bells ringing: cling,
clang, clat.
The cars are rolling. I need
change. Taking corners,
following jumping waves,
bye, bye. Sitting, smelling,
what's a nose for?
I can tell you know anyway; it's
time to leave before moontime
comes. I pray for hours before
the sun using sculptered sand;
the sun stays away rolling tides
of cars spanning the bridge till
I go astray.
Categories:
clat, imagination, life, peoplesun,
Form: Prose Poetry