Clinged Poems

The Strings of Memories

Amiable and jolly, tireless but fun
The unerasable convivial one
Appreciative for what you rendered.
That is how you are remembered.
The fits of laughter that you gave once 
As we beamed through your simple jest ,    
The epicure side of you reminds us of you best.
When we relish anything you liked once,
Only the moments that can be clinged to,
Collection of the countless memories of you.
Bittersweet the journey was it.
But we can only reminisce,
The heaven that you made for us was bliss.
The strings of memories emit
Your love as it continues to glow in each of us.
Your presence can't be replaced,
With these heartwarming sketches. 
You will always be cherished and adored.
Your unforgettable and unmeasurable aeon.

Black Soul

Colour my soul black,
Tonight with your hatred,
Colour my rose black,
Tonight with your fate!
 
You were the rainbow,
I looked up to
You were the light;
the hope I clinged to!
 
Colour my dreams black,
Tonight with your brutality,
Colour my hope black,
Tonight with your insanity!
 
I loved you,
I cared for you,
I sacrificed myself for you.
 
But you broke my trust,
You stole my beliefs,
You butchered my faith,
And threw me off your life!
 
You coloured my days;
With unending darkness,
You coloured my life;
With endless despairs!

Whispers Of Validation

A gifted lover who uses emotions as a bargaining chip.
Tenacious in his grieving of a relationship that had so much potential.
A thick black book what holds the libido of lovers clinged together at a most unholy hour is his collection of conquests.
She would gladly borrow virginity if it meant a commitment on his part.
I've looked into the eyes of a promise I never meant and I can feel it's consequences creeping up as I prepare for the end of this journey.

Expressing Invisible Scars

My mother burned us all…smoke
rose from the ashes that clinged 
to our beds, to the tables and chairs.
No one knew of screams that
echoed through the night, of the 
sleepless nights from lying in 
wait for what may come.
Nothing stoked the flames 
we burned like unsmoked cigarettes
slowly our flames died out.
My father sat in silence 
Ignoring blood soaked pillows, 
ignoring us, and how we were 
expressing invisible scars through 
silence and self harm ignoring his 
own house engulfed in flames.

Unlucky Strife

UNLUCKY STRIFE:

Nudity has your disappointment caused me,
For I never thought as much of your deed.
It's rotten my whole being.
So many years we've sailed together in my haven,
You didn't show a green light even,
That one day you'll leave.
You promised you'll forever be at my side,
Not knowing you lied all these while.
Time surely flies,
As I remember the day you walked in as my bride;
My heart was glad as my soul joyfully cried.
And the feeling brought in me a strong light, 
At last when you became my wife.
That moment's still fresh in my mind.

"I'm forever yours", you opined,
And I said, "you forever mine",
So what made you cut off that vow with a deadly knife?
What's the cause, or you lied?
I prayed we would clinged till we die,
But you've stroke me with a plight.
Perhaps you planned to do that with a might,
Since you never place your fidelity on a vital pride;
Cheated on me with my best guy,
When I traveled to dig for gems to grow our wedlock life.
Now you telling me sorry everything will be fine,
After you've failed to become my lucky strife.
In fact you've broken my spine.

Same

I don't have the strength to love you again 
Repeatedly I have had to stare at our memories 
I sleep and wake up everyday with a tear-stained face 
I have clinged to this sadness 
This sorrow and tears of losing you 
This is the fifth time Amaka 

Your apologies make no sense again 
You have made my emotions grow resistance to the word "sorry"

I wonder if he tasted me when he kissed you
Perhaps he felt my seeds when he entered deep into you 
Very sad how I have wasted the last five years of my life thinking you will change 
Yet, every year, different men
At different spots
All hitting the same spot 
The same spot I have dedicated my life to worship and be loyal to 

Amaka, don't even dare say it is devil's handwork this time
It is obvious you are his First Daughter....

Peace

In the midst of all  
the madness,
I clinged on to a 
still silence.
Next a calmness 
greeted me.
As I embraced it,
a profound peace
travelled through,
the depths of my
weary soul.


4/10/19
Alexis Y.

Spring Hasn'T Sprung

Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung;
No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung.
No miner's contracted black lung.

Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung
At a strike three pitch that no hurler has flung
In a ballpark where Opening Day Game banners
  have yet to be hung.

Spring hasn't sprung: No dry parched tongue
Has yet been clinged or been clung
To lips burnt by the rays of the sun.

Spring hasn't sprung: No song has been sung
Off-tune and off-key in an obscure mother tongue
By a lone crooner bereft of a love unstrung.

Yes: It's ok that Spring hasn't sprung:
 --If certain particular news is not brung. 

                March 30, 2018

 Contest entry in "Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)" 
            Sponsor - Michael Vacek

Friend of Mere

You the great guy
Gave me high five
Made me smile
Even if I lied 
I made you cry
But you never lost hope to try
You were ready for all the risks
Never got afraid of those upcoming bees

I miss you hard
In this town
When you be infront
My eyes get burnt
I really can' t see
Except those falling tears
You be on my side 
That what make me tied

Broken wings 
Are just clinged
So entangled into one another
Too hard to make a feather
Really need you in this lightening weather
Being a saviour
You always be there 
Now I need you as a friend of mere

Stretched Out

It's plain for the eyes to see
It's pain lingering from the lies to me
and the thoughts that end up with grief
how we fought and messed up our memories

Fragile we were, and heart-broken too
I clinged to her, and was born anew
Fiction lied, and I lied
For I found what I saw, non-existent

because I held onto a brain
that deformed my reality
So now, i can call myself insane
stretched out from a tragedy

The Last Days

THE LAST DAYS

There is no time left to waste time
Too much time is not enough time
The day came when the beginning met with its end
Accountability denied any option; every means to present its end
There came a fair warning; we all became aware of what is to come
We all clinged to necessity as all other important things are gone.

There is no great escape; the sky seems to be falling down
The hard-heartedness of men melted as nobody wants to go down
Faith denied many hope as hope became hopeless
The riches of men can’t save them; all are the same and nobody the less
A tempest in a coffee cup; the seas are wide awake and furious
To sweep out what remain of the world and all there is that is precious.

So many prophecies and revelations about the last day
Expectations ignored, and warnings unheeded; just enjoying the present day
What is to come will come; nobody wants to worry the worries of tomorrow
The days of today is hard to live; struggling to live to see tomorrow
Truth revealed another truth as the mirror reflects reality
We all have our last days; don’t waste time waiting for eternity.


										Lordvip
										August,2013.

The Girl On the Rock

A beautiful girl sat on the rock near the sea,
even her tears couldn't hide her beauty.
Her face lit the sad, dark night,
yet she sat their with despair and fright.
 
Sat for days and nights on the rock,
even though the thorns tore her pretty frock.
Waiting for someone she sits,
through the hot sun,through the cold night chills.
 
She seemed broken and uncared,
yet for someone she sat.
She clinged onto to hope, the only thing she had,
she clinged so she wont fall to death's own hands.
 
 
She sat there on the rock near the sea,
waiting for someone she wished to see.
Even months and years passed,
but she never lost hope and sat on the rock.

Iam Nowhere

The rainy night crept unto the woods,
with the leaves ticking,
singing in ghastly moods,
The drizzling drops went pit and pat 
meow meow!!!! cried out the cat.

All dark, all alone
Creepiness build by its own,
The bats sighed, 
and the animals howled,
The greeness deepened to the hollow dark,
A gush of fright filled up my heart.

On the way back, I ran and ran,
was it the tale, told by that man,
The clouds thundered!!!
and the thor raged,
It was the story by that man.

A sudden thud, I heard a call!!!
was it someone who gripped my motion.
I feared immense to keep my eyes open!!!!
A lingered presence made me fear,
I saw a figure appoaching near,

Shouted aloud none to hear,
prayed to God, Save me dear,
Clinged My fingers, 
closed my eyes,
ran and ran for my life.

A faint dim light, 
lite the lamp,
My home, My home eased my sight,
A sigh of relief I thanked the lord,
safe in my home, safe and fine,
Until I turned, as the clock stuck nine.

I turned about and saw there,
I closed my eyes...
Iam nowhere.....

A Slum Thought....

I clinged on to my mother,
and tightened my arms.
I saw the child roadside,
with so much of richness and charm.

I saw the chocolate in his hand,
and the furr jacket he wore.
he demanded on by one,
and everything his mother could bore.

He was carried and thrown,
ans swayed in the air.
He was kissed several times,
with all the happiness he was there.

I looked at my side,
i had nothing with me.
no charm and no riches,
just a dress with me , with full of stitches.

i had no doll to play,
not even a chocolate to eat.
a broken house to stay,
with so much of mud and heat.

i asked my mother...
"mother am i not a fortunate child?"
she replied "yes baby u are..."
"but the mighty god forgot to wrap you with fortune."

Satan's Eternal Prey

Knocked out by sin
They stunk like mire within, 
They were throden by satan 
Because they clinged to the worldly pathern.

They negleted the golden gain 
For which the saviour was slain
Now in the valey of stain and vain 
They all shamlesslly lay with pain

Destined not to be slaughtered
After being severly battered
They tearfully sought eternal joy
But forever they are satan's errand boy

They yearn and yell for bitter water
While they've negleted the living water,
Now in hell for forgiveness they pray
What a pity! they are satan's eternal prey.

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