imaginary scripts in mind conjured ~
of them how many have with love concurred
This for a window's
Autumnal blurred;
A glassy water's
Dimly concurred;
Invites, leaf and fish
A look; deep fixed.
Night's dreamy visage
Is moon-misted.
Who, soft gushed loves, all
Sucked in, tears shed
Doubts whose power to
Be so transfixed?
I told her I'm a stranger
A souvenir
She thought I am from Ghana
Because I'm black like Ghanaians
She concurred
While listening to my accent
She confirmed I'm a Nigerian.
She said she can't
Wait to have me
Saying I'm one of a kind
I'm always on her mind
She called me the law of attraction
Because like a magnet she's always attracted to me.
She called me
A heart robber
Because I stole her
Heart away
With the way I do my things
She said I'm differ from others
Because I never pretend to be another.
I ruined what we had
With my mincing words misplaced,
Words that made you mad
With a feeling as though also disgraced.
I ruined what we were
With things in which we never concurred,
Things I was just unsure
Of whether it is my path that has occurred.
I ruined our bond
With feelings long suppressed,
Feelings as shallow as a pond,
In which I drowned into state so depressed.
You ruined what was left of me
By fully letting go of me entirely,
Even though I tried and tried to be
Better for you (and me) eternally.
The half-time show was well-rehearsed
And those who watched it all concurred,
Though I’m not sure if Kendrick cursed;
I didn’t understand a word.
There was a message; what it was
Perhaps the younger crowd did get,
But in between the hype and buzz,
One note made me a bit upset.
I know for years it wasn’t right
When chorus lines did not include
Performers who did not look white,
Despite the talent they’d exude.
Yet now the pendulum has swung,
But way too much; it hasn’t found,
Among those who have danced and sung,
An integrated middle ground.
The times are changing, as they tend
To do, yet progress will reverse
If entertainment won’t extend
To casts and crews who are diverse.
Covid
commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.
i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.
in the timeless past, one day my heart stirred
wishing to know truth of the universe
head melded with heart, with silence concurred
birthing a verse without need to rehearse
pulse of God is single, words are dual
so the symbols weaved were for me alone
yet since divine magnetism was the fuel
music of the spheres, mind needed to hone
be it chance or fate, I joined poetry soup
where members made music, as of soul’s rhythm
for me it was a coup, to join this group
to contour waves felt in a structured algorithm
lost in a maze of forms, I first felt like a fool
but help was at hand and friendly criticism too
though I burnt as I learnt, it was like being back to school
so each day my muse refreshes itself here anew
just as waves of the ocean flow together
and leaves on trees sway gently in wafting breeze
each souper views the other as his or her soul brother
plucking inspirations from the void, heart chooses to seize
Maybe they don't know, my pen
We've been crafting before my age of ten.
We've been friends for quite a long time
You and Ayinde- Partners in crime;
Together We've written about love and hate,
About true inspirations, and ideas we contemplate.
Koda, we wrote about life and it's tribulations
And it's manual that has no stipulations;
We wrote about cool, falling springs
About imaginary eden with roses and swings.
We wrote about the eclipse that just reoccured,
We're so gifted even Shakespeare concurred;
We did write 'bout an okin from Offaland,
And only those in the bloopers will understand.
We wrote about oppression and corruption,
And about a land of plenty, with no'ing for consumption;
Thousands of poems, performed in the African Hall,
With you and I, gracing the geography laboratory hall.
We are inseparable my dear bamboo pen,
Who made me an oracle amongst men.
waking up in the wee hours of the night
magnetised form charged with divine light
third eye glistened, pulsated and whirred
root at base of spinal column concurred
liquified energy flowed in third eye and spine
in childlike trust our presence chose to align
energisation done we felt a tap on our head
grace descended of which naught can be said
a subtle yet firm energy descent in a swift sweep
from head to toe permeating each cell within deep
or simply stated, to be touched by God
Life creaked upon me- one sound at a time- new eras pounced on me- like invaders, taking me for a ride in different directions- bending me to its will. It turned me, straightened me, and then concurred with the possibility to make me or break me.
It was to make me whole or splinter me into tiny pieces- The pandemonium of each event only strengthened my resolve to not become the fragile being life was trying to create. These invasions formed oceans, mountains of debris, paragons of time, and outlandish prophecies of what was to become of me.
It created expectancies with the stench of defeat- but I resolved not to be beaten. I excitedly absorbed all that life had thrown my way- I took it to my breast- held it lovingly and declared to conquer all my fears, joys, weaknesses, defeats, triumphs, sorrows, heartbreak/aches, and pain- and called it by name – life –
Yes, life – that is what it is all about- life-
we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
Our eyes were blind but we had new sight
Of holy mind heaven's holy golden light
It was our time to meet new destiny
To shed our mislead mind and earth body
Pick up purple peace and spirits anew
Loosing our self and gaining sacred truth
There is no death inside your blood is blue
Kill your pride and fly beyond moon
Journey in time defying all you knew
Love transcends blends birthing too.
we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred
let me be in the heavens, where bells sound
calming energies, can’t hear my heart pound
I affirm it is nirvana, here within all knowing
reaffirming our love, one that keeps growing
a promise kept by me, with all of my devotion
quenched and non-discreet, infinite emotion
"We woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred"
freely transposed in space
unapologetic
in the image of us
relish heavenly glish
materialized not
angelic energize
but of them the likeness
I am energies changed
pour into a vessel into the birth canal
I speak for spoken I'm life, I light basking high energy thrive
12/2/23
For Transmutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Determined to build a country house, we sought land
When we pulled up to this farm gate it was a mess
Brambles and weeds probably hid black snakes
Cobwebs showed us no one had walked this land for decades
We went over the fence, immediately getting scratched up
Brambles and prickly bushes were leaving us bloodied
We kept going, unsure why, but this land was affordable.
Suddenly, I understood why we had been sent here.
The brambles opened up to a meadow with wild flowers
Queens Anne lace, super tall daisies, purple iris
Swallowtail butterflies greeted us along with monarchs
This verdant meadow was untouched, virginal
I had such a sense of peace in this lovely oasis
A meditative place, where you could hear your soul
My husband said “I think we will have to buy this.”
I readily concurred, and we did.
The curious kitty cute and pretty
Had her face in a bowl full of fish
She smelled them closely with her nosey
Because she wanted them all on her dish
The fish swam around so quiet and sound
In hopes to deter kitty's intention
So, they pooped on the ground a piled mound
And said- "Hey look at our new invention"
The kitty just purred, dipped her paws and stirred
And she meowed when her paws were bitten
But her vision was blurred when it concurred
So, she ran like a scared little kitten
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