A field of blue
For who?
US or you
If I red, this right
About the American white
Knight's
Field of blue
Seeking justice true
Using a vigilant eagle eye
Persevering every try
Proudly raising the flag high
It flies
Message sent
Throughout the forging valley's tent
Watching old glory touch the stars
Blue field defends its red, white bars
Healing any freedom scars
Fifty or thirteen
It all means
The same
When one claims
An independent life
While piping the fife
And banging a drum
Feeling welcome
Under the blue sky
Where the American flag flies
High
Sounding the call
Down at the mall
Holiday sale all
Month long
Playing patriotic songs
Before debating what is wrong
Making us blue
Wondering exactly what is true?
That is how we act
And if you do not like it, go pack
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
Is He crowded out of Christmas
By the commerce and the cry
Of a thousand advertisers
Urging everyone to buy?
Do the cards and coloured candles
And the clustered fairy-lights
Keep the Christ-child in the cradle
Of a distant eastern night?
Keep the cardboard cut-out manger
Keep the shiny tinselled star
Keep the neatly-kneeling shepherds
And the wise men from afar.
Keep the feasting and the parties
Let the wine like rivers flow
Keep the glamour and the glitter
Brighten up our winter show.
Keep the Baby in his cradle
Keep the Mary mother mild
Keep our Christmas safe at all costs
But in self-indulgent style.
How for you this Christmas season?
Did the Christ-child come for you?
Exercising a little each day
Brightens up the mind
And get lots of selfie photos.
Goosebumps, Grandpa
When I walk into the woods
I scream, found wild chillies.
When Manong visited in front of the house
There are many fish in the water
What is the menu in the evening?
To be honest, I never value birthday
Till I opened my Facebook
Many greeted me today. Thank you!
I bought the shroud of Turin
the vatican had a sale
they have legal expenses
and priests that needed bail.
It was just an old dusty cloth
so I put it in the wash
that Tide detergent, never fails
all the smudges and stuff washed off.
don’t get excited, i was raised a catholic
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!
SWORNLOVERS IS A STORY
ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
WHO IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH
A PRINCE THOUSANDS OF MILES
AWAY FROM HER.
ON HER 21 BIRTHDAY SHE IS SUMMONED TO
COME TO THE PALACE OF DULDRUM IN THE
BEAUTIFUL LAND OF FLOWDOOR, THEIR SHE IS TO
MEET THE HANDSOME PRINCE TULTOV OF THE
KINGDOM OF GILDRED.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT MAKING THE TRIP SHE HAS TO GO THROUGH
THE EVIL NEITHER WORLD WHERE THE EVIL WICTHQUEEN DEVILISHA
REIGNS. DEVILISHA IS IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, AND WISHES TO
KEEP HER APART FROM THE HANDSOME PRINCE. ON THE TRIP TO THE GILDRED KINGDOM, THE EVIL QUEEN BECOMES AWARE OF THE TRAVELS OF THE BEATIFUL PRINCESS. SHE AND HER EVIL SORCEROR ( WHO WISHES TO BE HER LOVER AND KING OF THE NEITHER-WORLD, BUT IS CONSTANTLY REJECTED BY THE QUEEN) CONJARS UP A POTION THAT MAKES THE TREES OF THE FOREST INTO WALKING TALKING CREATURE. THEY BLOCK THE SUN, AND AND CAUSE DAY TO BE COME NIGHT, THEN THEY CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS AND HER TRUSTY COMPANIONS. BUT FORTUNATLY FOR THE PRINCESS, A BEST FREIND IN THE WORLD, A CHANLING FINDS THE POWER TO CHANGE INTO A FLYING CREATURE, HE FLY'S TO THE HANDSOME PRINCE'S CASTLE AND WARNS HIM OF THE PRINCESS CAPTURE.
Cameras snap on the last action tourists trap
As shutters flash, bullets fly by respectfully
Go past Sunday services at high velocity
Stain glass windows stay intact
Some one falls from the high church tower
Assisted by gravity, a force of nature at work
A push out a window from a stranger works as well
Even better, since it brings a man to his senses
In a splat, a stain on the pavement
Obsequious to that end to make a mark
On the square, over a glass of cold fresh brew
A hit man, this time, does not miss his mark
The story, like the beer, is delicious this time of year
Robbery is also good to attract new business
Loaded guns must bow to authority
To conduct commerce on the streets
Ammo leaves chambers only by permission
Empty, safe and sound as ordinances intend
Approved by law enforcement
There is no end to city limits
Tourists are the center of attraction
Our aim is to aim at them
Credit the Chamber of Commerce
They do business the old fashioned way
At the end of the barrel of a gun
Emptied chambers make more profits
Bullets don't pay taxes
In America,
sad, sad America
the rights of commerce
trump the reality that people
who do kill people with guns,
shouldn't have the right
to continue each day
to do so
The snarled monogamy
needs a firework.
A solitary moon walks on a lake
nonchalantly.
The marriage
between the planet and moon
was falling apart.
In amphora lies the secret
of a jeweled crown. Cynical
berries were searching
a quartz to find the truth of the bush
where the colors were mixed.
There is no further news of
half-crazy stars who became
pretty girls to start trading
their shines.
Satish Verma
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