William Charles Lunalilo
First King, chose by the people
Grandnephew of the Great King, as the people vote, was unanimous
Next year, King Kamehameha the Sixth died of tuberculosis
Hawaiian marriages are coconuts
Apple's eye, orchard nigh--girls uppercuts
Bees concede and confess
Honey is not the best
Lunalilo stings in-laws -- blood and guts.
Pacific divides paradise from lies, pulpit denies, missionary connives, fleece, devise hoax, and shanghais,
The native's supplies for whalers, all dives. At times, pearls for wider eyes, command contrives to control their lives.
Kings II & III foresaw their greed, the lands were a need to wed and achieve access was their way to succeed,
Lunalilo was short-lived, the people he decreed, as past kings agreed, a land trust deed, 'ere his life concedes.
Categories:
connives, appreciation,
Form: Clerihew
When we follow a this or that cult
The life path easy becomes difficult
Know oh hermit, the entity that strives
Without so realising, with ego connives
Whereas in truth, nothing need be done
Because God and soul, already are one
Categories:
connives, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
ÌTime is temporal
Seasons are permanent
Summer connives with autumn to make nature fall
But one thing is certain: when winter comes,
nature springs
And the cycle continues
But the times in two seasons are no same.
Times repeat seasons
Seasons conform to different times
Expect and respect seasons, but pay attention to time
For it is the transient one.
Categories:
connives, autumn, inspiration, poetry, seasons,
Form: Lyric
A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had
The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start
Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell wrong from right
This lady then connives confusing witch's what
Spins spells that do convince what is not
She conjures him to shirk sacred duty
So sure he's blinded by her beauty
She coyly coddles this beamish boy
His twisted thinking in frabjous joy
He peers deeply down into her soul
Seeing darkness finding blackest coal
It hearkens back to Eden's first sin
Stirs silent shadows sunk long within
Beware that all's not as it seems
Beauty's illusion can change what it means
Purpose or pulchritude which will impress
When next we witness a damsel's distress
Categories:
connives, beauty, boy, dark, heart,
Form: Couplet
life is a thin ladder its actors climb.
No matter how they climb,
Some will watch other's tails as they follow steps.
You might see another going farther with speed,
But that shouldn't impel the eyes to wake greed.
Instead, watch attentively the finesse of his legs .
Learn and direct your steps.
For when greed wakes, it connives with the mind.
The end result is always 'pull him ' .
The hands implement Greed's dream .
As the hands pull, the legs come to a stand still.
That one whose legs you pull has his hands holding the ladder while you attack.
If you apply force, then you have to pave way for him to move back.
Consequently, you both will retrogress.
Thus switching your mind from success.
So Irrespective of how you pull, he will never be behind you.
Why not wish he moves for you to follow?
When he gets to the peak, just a stretch of his hand will also make you a hero.
Remember whiles some are behind you, others are also at the bottom waiting to climb the ladder.
Time and patience really matter.
So climb higher but don't pull.
For pulling makes you a weak actor not a bull.
Life is a ladder
Categories:
connives, betrayal, desire, destiny, emotions,
Form: Lyric
TRUMPELSTILTSKIN
Weaves his selfish golden lies
As he yet again connives
To fool voters into electing him once more! ???????
Categories:
connives, corruption, evil,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
S-weet flower in July
A-ttracts butterflies and bees;
R-ed roses in the garden
A-re now blooming to please.
M-idst thickets and thorns,
A-rises one lovely flower;
Y-oung, pretty and fragrant, with perfume she has filled the air.
R-ain at night makes her fresh,
E-arly morning mist too;
G-ood weather connives,
A-s every drop of dew.
D-ay twenty in seventh month, the shadow passes by;
O-ne blossom not in May but sweet flower in July.
Categories:
connives, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Wind sweeps the clouds leaving scorching rays.
The sun blazes, hides his face; the star winks away
his age. But the moon, in regal float, bares her
bumps and crags, unruffled by sun's piercing glare.
Over half a century since we met; over four decades
when we parted, the wind of joy and frown
has grated on faces—our once youthful asset—
furrowed contours on the once plane land.
I never thought time trailed us all through
till I squinted at a face, your post on Facebook.
With dimming eyes, I searched for traces
of green years, found lines and graceful gray.
How I wish time revealed his stake in my youth!
I would have fought, be a diamond through to dusk,
a setting sun at the border beaming golden rays.
My shock! Time etched first line the day I was born
and threw my life in entropic flux. Then death!
Oh, it works behind the scene—bold, assaulting—
connives with time, wears down what's dear in me.
Time! Oh time! A friend or foe!
© 2016 By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
connives, memory,
Form: Free verse
The wind sweeps the clouds, leaving scorching rays.
The sun blazes and hides his face; the star winks, smiles
away his age. But the moon, in regal float, bares her
bumps and crags, unruffled by sun's piercing glare.
Over half a century since we met; over four decades
when we parted, the wind of joy and frown
has grated on the faces, our youthful pride,
furrowed contours on the once plane land.
I could never have thought time would leave a trail
till I squinted at a face, your post on Facebook.
With dimming eyes, I searched for a trace
of former years, but found lines and graceful gray.
How I wish time revealed his stake in my youth!
I would have fought, be a diamond through to dusk;
and set like summer sun decked with golden rays.
Time etched the first line the day I was born
and set my life in entropic flux. But death!
Oh, it works behind the scene—bold, assaulting—
connives with time, wears down what's dear in me.
Time! Oh time! My friend or foe!
© 2016 By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
connives, time,
Form: Free verse
Borrower,
Borrowing appettite;
Increasing gradually.
Weary to live within means.
Handcap of saving culture;
Hand-to mouth disposition.
Lender connives with bailiff!
chipepo lwele
Categories:
connives, depression, sympathy,
Form: Cinquain