Travelling through space with wings open wide
the eagle takes to flight in the evening gloaming
Tenebrosity of dark, coatings thick as matter
clinging to the tips of His feathered rise,
the aviator soars,
freely unencumbered by night
Categories:
coatings, analogy,
Form: Free verse
The jelly apples of my youth
Had hard red coatings and, in truth,
Each time you bit one, you'd expect
Some dental damage you'd inflect.
Yet that exquisite crackling crunch
Which caused your jaws to clench and scrunch
Was worth a cavity or chip
Or, worse, a tooth that lost its grip.
The jelly apples of today
Are made in quite a different way,
With nuts to get stuck in your teeth
And soft, red gooey coats beneath.
I do enjoy them as a treat
When craving something moist and sweet
But really, they cannot compare
To those that filled the dentist's chair!
Categories:
coatings, food,
Form: Rhyme
I smile and illuminate everything that is dark around me
Before then i didn't know the pains of this world
Everything now is clear and steady
Inside me, others didn't know that i was this well spoken girl
The heavy coatings are falling off of me
One by One
I feel this relaxing breeze
And the kiss of the sun
Turmoil and doubt is out the window
And there is no more stress
Its like defeating this shadow
That holds depress
I feel free in every place that greets my presence
I have changed you see
From the gifting words I tell it
It's A Breeze!
Categories:
coatings, art, blessing, change, devotion,
Form: Free verse
He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As bold petals crown this auburn hair,
Enticing a heady desire to roam
Through a woodland's flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours dotted hues
From my four seasons,
Imbuing a rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to decorate my bodice
With robes of passion, of iced distance,
Until his hand chooses the flavored sways
through a cycle’s dance,
eternalizing my flamed glow.
Though the brush of fleeting hours ;
I rise to touch the moon, to inhale
bloated fruits and leaves ...how impeccable!
When new mornings crawl, my seasons
live again for pleasure and holiness
before twigs of age melt my life’s fragrance.
Artwork Contest of Lewis Raynes
Painting from Gustav Flimt
" Tree Of Life" 8/31/2017
Categories:
coatings, art, beauty,
Form: Personification
Who can save mama?
Being stripped naked
Mocked, turned and scorned
By villains, aliens beyond
Shall you? Shall I?
They came with perplexed clothings
Coatings with absconded beauty
I know we wallowed in with confusion.
Who can turn our minds back to our own clothings?
Shall you? Shall I?
You turned our minds against EBA.
Our roots and fruits were trampled upon.
You gave us fried rice 'n' indomie.
Who will remind us our roots?
Shall you? Shall I?
Where is Ogun ? Where is amadioha?
Where is sango? I mean where is aranmiyan?
Where are our ancestors?
Who can tell where they are now?
Shall you? Shall I?
Oh mama Africa!
Papa alien has married you?
Paid bride price to mercenaries
Dowry spread amongst monks
Who can tell them we marry no more?
Shall you? Shall I?
Categories:
coatings, africa,
Form: ABC
Tireless Universe
by Odin Roark
Time defies denial,
Knowing well its empirical presence
Will never be of absence.
Dense as its surrounding matter,
Its aged archives remain
Forever fortressed beneath passage and growth,
Like termite mounds of tunneled journeys,
A labyrinth of cosmic dust
Forever of remnant coatings
Upon endless bell tolling posterity.
Here within the maze of stellar nurseries,
Time’s infinite presence passes through our microcosm
As we attempt to aggrandize selfhood
Beyond its limitations.
Like the beam of a miner’s lamp,
Our import seeks to impact the void,
While this depth of immense profundity
Reveals our illuminative essence
As more akin to a spark of flint
Confronting the revelation of existence.
Perhaps…
Somewhere beyond our consciousness,
Smiles mix with duration’s yawn,
Humoring the metaphysical malady of rest deprivation.
After all,
Like time,
Existence has never slumbered.
Such a tireless universe this.
Categories:
coatings, philosophy, universe,
Form: Free verse
My words are on paper and my sentences made clear. Such as the testaments for which has traveled from my heart to my pen. Though my message seems clear, my intent is still obscured by the mists of days that has come and passed. Just who am I to say that I understand the hearts of my fellow men around me for I can only guess. Wanting to be remembered, I'd do almost anything to see this pulled through. Now I'm writing of lavish fiction and coffee cake stories for which I know is all a lie. What have I become...? I'm not a monster but, I'm not a saint as I'll never be. Who am I...? Through all the candy coatings of all the stories I've written and told, my heart remains obscured, lost in a blinding veil of mist. My mind seeks cover waiting for when my heart rips in two for the truth it seeks can no longer be handled from reading the lies written down for which I'm dead guilty of. What do I do now? I can't abandon my paper, my stories, and my life's work. All I have left is to embrace this as a part of me, the heart of black and white and the realms of ink and paper. Whatever the day, whatever life throws at me, I will remember the journey between the heart and the pen.
Categories:
coatings, inspirational, heart, heart,
Form: Prose Poetry
Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood
Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried by Pixies
and sprinkled
with honey and sugar coatings
that melt in their ears
and taste of confection
Your words,
cloak me in pain and guilt
for undone atrocities
and imagined factors
as your blame
riddles my soul
causing it to
prune, wither, and crust
Your words,
accusing, spiteful, degrading, malicious
paintings of what I once thought
was an indestructible bond of Love
that no one
should be able to destroy
and yet
you do so
with your words.
I've no soul left
no appetite for your touch
no desire to want for anything
except
to become deaf
so I will no longer
have to listen to
your words
Categories:
coatings, confusion, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse