I sit, this morn, on the bed of
A dried-up rivulet,
Head-bent and full of compunction.
It’s clam-quiet except for the impatient
Squawks above which prompt my heartbeat.
I raise my head, heavy with grief.
Climbers and weevils align in a silent choir,
Singing with precision the lines of a forgotten
Mirth.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning — a time when
Cockcrows are loud enough to wake the dead.
I cringe and slink as I traipse about in the dead woods,
Among the cadavers of river plants, decimated,
Deserted, and vitiated through seasons’ flagrant ebb.
I see shadows that sing with their mouths tightly shut.
Like them all, I, too, am lonesome, and I draw about me
The dry waves of parched waters.
On my lips is a certain prayer — a revised edition of the
Paternoster.
Return, waters, return from the underrocks, I pray thee.
My sorrows are old and fragile.
Hoots and cries and stridulations beseech me.
I have picked my way among paths that
Cuddle the feet in sympathy and soothe
The souls that hide from the earnestness of
Sunrise.
Wash my dry naked feet, O waters,
And grease my palms so cracked from
Endless chafing.
Categories:
cockcrows, culture, introspection,
Form: Free verse
What is Coffee?
Its something that stimulates your body.
Wakes you up with warmth,
As it travels down your throat.
Making you feel like your in a boat,
Coffee helps you stay upright.
But if taken to much it will leave you up all night.
Coffee is always faithful,
To do its job when the cockcrows,
Or when the whistle blows.
Its a nice confronting boast when your spent,
Coffee helps you relent.
This delicious drink has left a rather big mark,
Through the years and different trends.
It has continued to ignite someone,
someway with its one of a kind spark.
With its many delightful blends.
Categories:
cockcrows, joy,
Form: Rhyme
On bended knees
She wails quietly to dark skies
Nodding sagely nearby are palm trees
Who try to raise her with their sighs
Mad heavens hope with a flash of rain
To woo her heavy broken heart
An acre of eyes feast upon her naked pain
She kneels paler than snow, impaled by loves dart
Up she staggers rapped by her lovers
Whose peach promises gall into lies
Whose fingers ravage her ripped coffers?
Leaving her a bloody queen of the flies
She stumbles on in bathed breath
Her jackal lovers linger hoping for a kill
She struggles to cover her bruised wealth
Pelted in pain she leans upon her will
She heals as the cockcrows for the day
Even when all hope seemed totally lost
A gathering of her sons rising from the dust
In anger they arise to make her lovers pay
Categories:
cockcrows, angst, confusion, depression, fear,
Form: Light Verse
The great circle dawning light have given past,
Cockcrows, birds chirping, life springs, into new beauty.
Noon, o how it warmed the humid fill air fast;
Afternoon, it grows cold, and weary, its neglect of duty,
Scarcer the sight of life, to the evening cracks,
Where the beauty sets its last warm felt glow,
Loves journey, two way streets, once overflowed, now lacks,
Daunting nightfall has crept where love lets go.
Categories:
cockcrows, death, life, love,
Form: Rhyme
As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day
Confusion rented the air
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon
Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept and we waited,
For the King of the house who left
His throne to no destination
This King had little of Solomon’s wisdom
But shared more of his adultery
With his cup of wine always full to a fault
Drunkard was his middle name
All his fellow drunkard Kings
Had no clue of him
Yet, the night twinkle away
The In-law with the baby in her arms hissed
Two hours went pass the midnight
Still, it was a house full of darkness
His Eve unbolt more of her to me
As she sobs her way to sleep
“He his dead drunk again”
Shall we all sleep, less we loose our night
King Solomon is alive with no live
But drunk in the arms of a concubine”
Darkness exit, as the cockcrows.
Alayande Stephen T.
21st of June 2007
10.15am
In Iba, conceptualized for the scene at my friend’s place OSB.
Categories:
cockcrows, adventure, friendship, life, love,
Form: Free verse