Into the funneling drains,
go the lesser drains,
as they flow or seep.
Culverts coalesce,
the rain keeps moving,
the flushed keep swimming
through their own
momentum.
Is there an end to the flowing,
the passing through?
The highest dams,
the longest levee or dike
cannot hold back,
not a single drop
of sky or earth.
Categories:
culverts, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dog’s crew is following him out the Bounty Hunter Office Door
Where his beloved Beth resides no more
They follow him into houses, apartments, culverts and ditches.
When they come for you, I wonder if your sixth sense itches?
Dog says “GO!” and they chase their man down.
After handcuffing, Dog talks to him, on the way to town.
He calls him “Brother,” and gives him a cigarette too.
They usually end up respecting him when their time together is through.
Dog’s crew is his sons, his friends, his nephew, his daughter, Michelle.
They will chase a man down for days, a woman sometimes as well.
It is a company business, and everyone on Hawaii who is hooked on Ice,
Looks over their shoulder for the cops, and Dog with his sage advice.
The show is spectacular, it keeps me riveted to my seat.
If I was in Hawaii Dog the Bounty Hunter I would have to meet!
However, it would have to be under the right circumstances of course.
Dog and his crew are such a formidable, determined, driving force!
Categories:
culverts, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I hit Bishop Wills' street,
A reflection of Mbarara's sadness,
UMEME goons are in deep slumber,
No street lights to illuminate the night,
Electric poles lie in the road
and block pedestrians' paths,
Live wires sag slightly above our thick heads,
Street-kids throng the rubbish pits
And leave with a cordial thanksgiving,
They compete with karooli, and the vultures
For crumbs of rotten meat,
Culverts, bridges and sewage gutters are their only homes,
albeit the filth therein.
On this cursed street
Thick nimbus clouds from tobacco
Hover above the street
And form acid rain,
God, the gods and the goddesses can all testify,
This is a cursed street!
Categories:
culverts, africa, city, community,
Form: Free verse
I've learned the colors of love
While wearing another flesh
I've been there
Beyond the forest
With large culverts
Among rays of light
Strange dreams
Rangers cutting the oaks
That support our last tears
You know, separation is
The same way, but in reverse
Same field with grass freshly mowed
Birds singing together
A sad romance
It's true, I believe in curses
When death crawls
Reaching shadows
We''ll all wear
Another garment
Categories:
culverts, inspirational,
Form: Blank verse
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
culverts, passionsweet, sweet,
Form: Rhyme