If innocence presumption
Prohibits the assumption
Then Federal Intelligence
Provides the Introduction
Enforced with the propulsion
That dealing with corruption
Has factors of the that
That innocence presumption
To Justice the obstruction
The object does determine
As guilty hypocrite
On level definitions
Concerned with composite
And thus investigation
Of the administration
For damage to the judgement
Occurs this fine INIT
CON,
the CONSOLIDATION!
Fed,
BURRO.
Information.
The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all
Why?
No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A fight of seemingly boudless choices but non exists
Why?
I take consolidation in an inevitable end but when?
Not beyond a childlike wrinkly existence but hoping for less yet clinging on for more
The hypocrisy, the cowardice and double standard is a shame i carry
Why?
One day...could be now, a minute a head or more time than i hoped for, it shall all come to a conclusion
Hopefully soon but not too soon
By Aaron Onen
Find my hand dreaming in this blaze of consolidation
Lighten your lift from out our tell-tale indentation
Brush off the beach in trickles that echoes still our play
above where my knees have offered themselves to pray
Under swaying shadows rustle out breezes cast from azure pools
Where white peaks slip into sprays spilling seas mirrored in jewels
Find sun drenched lips longing to be lapped free of the saline mist
Press them gently, offer what's left to us, your best Girl Friday kiss
Feel the naked surf pound, then tempt, crash back into zestful shove
Rush with me to join in being swept out, carried away, leapt above
Glow in emulation for this day that throws you around as your guide
Dive to where sand dollars hide their riches to find me deep inside
The hole- so wide and lonely,
Is so unjustifiably small,
I imagine her decay slowly...
The crowd weeps at the door,
But I must not cry-
I am the undertaker.
The service- monotone,
The crowds grieving groans,
The shovel makes my hands ache,
But my heart must not break-
For I am the undertaker.
The rain falls,
And living is a chore,
Meaningless words emerge,
As unknown faces converge,
The many condolences I take,
And the consolidation I must fake-
Because I am the undertaker.
The coffin is lowered,
Dull Petals drifting …
But I must not lose my gripping-
I am the undertaker.
The clouds are gray,
The grass yellow,
My mask cannot stay,
And my tears are mellow,
Because I am the undertaker-
My mothers undertaker.
Plateau after the peak
No time for quiet consolidation
Restless heart higher heights seeks
We speak of surrendered orientation
Yet the truth is quite different
Soul seeks progression
Cause of discontentment
Owing to separation from source
We see not our being self-luminescent
Recognising that it is delusional to use force
We go deep into our heart, Gods abode
Save love there being no recourse
Oscillations slow down as we jettison ego load
Rapture ignition renews within and bliss explodes
25-June-2021
With wealth and blessings overflowing
Non would project this time we behold
To prove to humanity the lesson of life
Nothing stays unless true effort is made
The fourth is falling before the eyes of all
Reversing the theory of consolidation
A growth grounded in falsehood is a lie
The truth only can truly sustain any
Achebe saw it all before departing flesh
The Country stopped being as we looked
Like the carcass unbundled by termites
The country extinguished self willfully
Where the rules were thrown to dogs
Living like existence is National joke
Minds drifting according to how directed
As some swore to balkanize the Nation
Consequences of action and inactions
Where impure purposes rule decisions
The essence of being becomes eroded
Until the fabrics break to show the rot
It is gone like all can see
The pot has burst clearly
The feared has finally come
All are in confusion for next
The end has come
No prophets needed
The past has caught up
We are all part and in it
Death and birth sustain creation
A new Nigeria is a desired option
Where truth will lay the foundation
After cleansing that goes with ending
I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two--
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
-Langston Hughes
I was so scared,
They were so kind.
My fingers fall from brittle bones,
My brain leaks from my mind.
We are a coterie.
Bound by truth, bound by lies.
We stand not as one,
But as all.
On our backs we wear a feeble disguise,
Of humor, consolidation, support, fear, anguish,
A prolonged et cetera reflecting those that distinguish
Us.
So let us grip that knife.
With every mistake you make,
With every child born to this life,
With the unexpressed words played in forte by their strife.
Let us grip that knife,
So hot, so sharp,
Yet blunted and beaten.
Rip me wide open,
Because I crave to behold
What those worms are eating.
-Emma
the final event
of the divine plan
stay in or go out
into
alien world
non-conformity or comformity
comfort or control
distinct or
contaminated
discernment
the habit of a lifetime
co-operation consolidation
of
body
mind& tongue
the archimedian point
a revealed truth
in a can-do moment
paralleled
in prophetic predictions
perceived
patterns repeated
from north to south
east to west
the eschaton
draws near
Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo
To pave the way clear
For you and I to step up gears
In thoughts and plans you and I hold dear
Despite uncried tears and unseen fears
You and I can do without
To grow a little warmer
Snipping frills, nipping in the bud any lingering doubt
About the role of a reformer
Who when the going gets rough
In real time or at a later stage
Claims you and I don’t possess the stuff
To engage and manage intricate matters when on the verge
Of putting the icing on our cake
Knees collapse as you and I lapse
Into making the most elementary mistake
That perhaps
Sets us back months of careful diplomacy
In our march forward towards the consolidation of the relationship we treasure
When unalloyed gynocracy
Sails, nails, wails and mails nonsense beyond measure
Ensconced in manifestations of self adulation
In whose sludge you and I indulge
To promote moves whose undulation, moderation and modulation
Multiply errors to ensure our collective failures bulge.
Swollen to the brim with puny pride
I take on the seamy side of life a ride
That for me promises bliss
When caution advises
Analyzes and synthesizes
The obsession with a stolen kiss.
Thrown into total disarray
On my knees I bend to pray
Beseeching Providence
In its omnipotence to grant
Me wisdom never again to rant
Nor direct against a foe an egregious lance with credence.
Shaken to my foundation
For my unwise consolidation
I reconsider the way forward
Charting in earnest a new course
Drawing inspiration from a divine source
I reject advice from a clumsy coward and his risible reward.
Feeling forsaken and beaten
Despite being love smitten
I humbly submit
To dictates and edicts that respect
Perfect, select and deflect
The temptation nonsense for me to permit and tweet.
Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss
Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice
Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze vitality
Where Providence fluid blows
The breath of consolidation and maturity
Grown in decades
In a lubricated life
Ought to celebrate serenades
That from each member recognizes contributions made by the wife
As mother, family front fulcrum, the linchpin
Whose love the family unites
In her role as family queen
Whose care ignites, delights and invites
Family unity, amity, affability and agility
Family loft and love
Family stability, serenity and sagacity
In a family born, built and blessed from above
To bless dad, mom and children
With ever growing faith
Ever strengthening bonds with brethren
In a dearth
Of gangrene gifts and ribald rifts
The family veers away from
In twists and mists
The family considers unbidden and unwelcome.
Monopolies, duopolies and oligopolies spell danger
Collecting scraps of personal data, averting due tax
Mingling with and tingling a ribald ranger
Displacing, misplacing and suppressing the affable axe.
Monopolies in information technology cyberspace
Slay democracy, lay foundations for autocracy
Manipulating and circulating data in stealth space
Pandering to and engendering artificial aristocracy.
Monopolies obsessed with data consolidation
For trade with bundles and blades of profits
On the back of tax evasion pursued with premeditation
Incinerate and vitiate users and account holders’ benefits.
Monopolies drunk with megatons of megalomania
Kill and spill incentives to build a fairer platform
Bereft of insignias of data kleptomania
Bent and meant to degrade and invade users data tome.
Searching of rising dream
And the way of bright fortune
Not so easy not so hard
But effort create right vision
I am saying by true heart
Love mean not obsession
Love mean move ahead with passion
Keep your each step with consolidation
And touch the peak of spring season
No one with you don’t go bother
Your hard work is your god father
So try to be bright spread real light
Your hard will make you bright
Know she is turn in vital need
As like breathe is vital to stay alive
She is now turn in necessary need of life
My imagination make a sketch
On the surface of my heart
When sketch go ready
It look like alive god
On the surface of heart
Every Emotion goes alive
When that beauty bring me light
Now my heart become a holy place
Goddess of sky appear in heart
What now I need to god
When I got her alive vision
Now no need to run
My heart get satisfaction
This is happen by the grace of real god
My heart get consolidation
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
O depression
In despair ,thou art give me refuge ,
To whom ,the world only rebukes ,
I have race of thoughts ,
Which the atmosphere has bought ,
In insecurity my feelings run,
In consolidation ,emotions shun,
Mind goes Helter skelter,
In search of peaceful shelter .
Mind gets full of pollution
Thoughts positive and negative in motion
Mind sets into traffic rush rush
With body responding to this Hush hush
Anxiety forcibly pops in
Depression says,"why did you drop in ?",
Handling all of you drains me
Sleepless nights in bed frame me
Restlessness accompanies me in bed
Weakness in all I have bred
Unexpectedly hope enters with love
Depression sighs ,"why thou art enter in this hullabaloo, .
Hope replies,"hey I'll recite a limerick from honolulu
In this atmosphere of anarchy
Let me exercise my monarchy
Thou art will be gifted
With a morale highly elevated
Shew away these fiery personalities ,
And thou will achieve all royalties
Of happiness ,peace and freedom ,
In my holy spirited Kingdom "
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