Colossus
We are what we’re conceived,
with pleasures and dislikes
we individually perceive.
I cannot move a mountain,
and I cannot explain a tear,
but if you move that mountain,
you will see that tear.
Such a gigantic endeavour,
what a fruitless achievement.
All said and done
Nigeria is the giant of Africa
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching
into orbit of true colossus
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker
In her current misadventures
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness
Love letter to the American Dream
Time has not been kind to the Giantess
Of American fame. With dreams they come
Attracted to the bright beacon promise,
Only to be dashed against the fear-dome
Of freedom lost. The Sea-washed, sunset Walls
Stand tall, guarding a crushed and crumbling Empire.
Her ruthless eyes watch for any exiled souls
That dare cross, clutching in hand a warning pyre.
“What has happened to my American Dream?”
The people cry, “Promised were we, a welcome-world
For the tired, the lost and homeless.” “Whim,
Were those words. Turn back. As lies you were told.”
The titan glare glowed world wide, gates were shut.
Hopes dimmed. But like Lazarus, would rise again.
COLLOSUS RIDDLE
Watcher of Thebes, your watch has made me want.
I bring you death--Oedipus.
I proclaim,
the very solving of your mysteries.
Now cast yourself to Hades, your beauty fails.
You sphinx; hast not your buxom bared for me
where others suckling fed of hemlock's taste,
but now you must repay each soul you felled.
Die *****.
© RON WILSON AKA Vee Bdosa
the Doylestown Poet
The Balloons Of Colossus
Balloons abound in the surrounding heights
Colossus Grande stands in marbled grandeur
In splendor as majestic figures stretch on columns
Statues firm with fingers pointing up
Balloons are targeted for pleasure
Children’s smiles follow them along horizons gold
Eyes pop, mouths make the letter O
Green and red ride between the yellows next to pink
The dome around the Earth is round and framed
In a bubble made of solid indigo
Remains the same again, against the color blue
And to that end
Hides the floating orbs against suns morning glow
Balloons have nowhere else to go but up
Winds stir them about as they grow smaller
There next stop is beyond horizons as they rise
Above Colossus out
The atmosphere sees to that
Where they never stop
Unwittingly, through our unsatisfying desire for more,
mankind has given birth to the Colossus.
Able to manifest, and combine the forces of nature,
striking unpredictably, anywhere, anytime across the globe,
not heeding boarders, nor mans defences.
As of now, the Colossus's ability for destructiveness is limited.
Yet still foolishly, blindly, nourishment for the beast is forthcoming,
poisons, pollutants, arrogantly pumped into the atmosphere.
So far as an infant, Colossus has only thrown tantrums.
But to continue, down this road we travel,
fearful we should be, of the day, the tethers break,
and all the matured rage, of the Colossus is unleashed.
© Alexis C Pond.
The intellect behind you
Were great without measure
Such that your fame grew
A poweful you, a life treasure.
Helios still would be glad
Gifted hands who thought him
up
The beauty of your stood
The fame that you had
Like the running over of a cup
Your sight inspired every mood.
Even at your wash
The jealousy of the land
Who ruined a huge you
Your fame still a crush
Of every gifted hand
To tell of your tale so true.
Though great was your fall,
In my poetry you mightily stand
tall.
The Colossus of Rhodes stood erect,
commanding much awe and respect.
But his rather small shorts
held his assets - of sorts.
Perhaps, not a lot - I suspect!
~
For the '7 Wonders of the Ancient World' Contest.
To kill a name colossus
They kill his name first
Then the soul and the body fizzles out
And thus the battle is won
The mid-morning traffic drowned his desperate plea
Pushing it into a perpetual abyss
The streetlights turned green
And for a minute, all was quite
“Nipe Shilingi!”
She shouted for the millionth time that day
He fished deep in his pockets
Found one, aimed at the bowl and oops!
He missed
The copper coin landed on the tarmac with a bang
Rolled severally, and
Finally found a resting place in the filthy gutter
She watched the unfolding action in horror
Finally, she crawled towards the grime
With naked hands, she prodded in vain
As tears started to roll down her cheeks
The grandfather clock across the street
struck noon!
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