With the sun on my back and my stick float aglow
I watched as it trotted along in the flow
There’d been little rain so the current was slow
I was ready to strike because sometimes you know
You can’t know what tells you to hover your hand
Just over your reel but you still understand
That instinct is what kept the caveman alive
And instinct now tells you your float’s gonna dive
I could handle a nice tasty trout for my tea
For I doubted a salmon was what it would be
It could be a grayling, a dace or a chub
In which case I’d grab me a bite in the pub
My float disappeared as I’d known that it would
I lifted my rod and I set the hook good
The bend in my rod gave me reason to smile
The heaviest fish I had played in a while
The fish used the current to help save its skin
I showed it who’s boss and it slowly came in
Then, guessing I wouldn’t make news on the telly
I slipped my net under an old rubber welly
Calm halts clouds swollen with snow,
they will resent the continuous blow
of the four winds of bitter February;
an unleashed snowstorm is pure fury!
An elated mood rises amid the air of glumness,
April rain is far from the mornings of tearfulness;
snowy meadows will return to their vivid lushness...
even winter birds can't wait for spring cheerfulness!
I fret thinking about isolated days,
activities are limited to sceneries;
be a skier and be ready for thrills:
see deer leaping on foxes' trails!
Walking is exploring the quite wilderness
under the glistening coat of magical whiteness;
Jays that ate berries miss their sweetness...
all birds rely on feeders on those harsh winters!
Travel the whitened roads of the stunning wilderness,
they offer reflective poets joyful quotes of stillness;
a long ride on a saddle horse going at a slow pace
opens up the landscape to a stream with a lively dace!
"you"
with light from sun and moon I see you
between angelic melodies I hear you
with a summer breeze I feel you
between air fresh and new I need you
with a light feather you touch me
in sync we dace and fly the sky
never looking back never asking why
always each morning I love you
SkyWatcher
08-16-22
Waiting in a quiet place
Sitting in a silent space
Pacing at a restless pace
Waiting, waiting and waiting
Waiting in a quiet place
Craving for a worthy case
Racing at a restless race
Waiting, waiting and waiting
Waiting in a quiet place
Picking at my pretty lace
Swimming like a restless dace
Here I sit again; waiting
Looking tragedy in the face
while running life's race.
Make sure to keep steady pace
as you pass the stream full of dace.
Streaming behind a shawl of lace
do not sniff the handkerchief of mace.
Watching deer disappear without trace
as they vanish into the mists of space.
When finally you reach your base
examine carefully your case.
Now stare tragedy in the face
you have won life's race.
this still goes on
ding dong
you begin
and play
to win
game call dace
you shot it twice
the number
win do the somber
and low down thing some for fame
THE
GETTO MONEY GAMES
I took a walk today, the sky with angry billowing clouds, with the trumpet to call the rain,
with me and my umbrella, watching the lighting dace across the sky. It starts to pitter patter
upon my umbrella slowly, I reach out and catch it at my finger tips, I marvel at what lives
little pleasures are. I toss away my burden to be swept upon the wind and tip my head back
arms stretched wide, I watch my whole life whizzing by and think ......damn i dropped my
umbrella.
Dancing in the masquerade,
can't see what’s behind this mask
hiding these eyes of mine
that try not to cry but do their task,
of saying what the voice cannot
as I try to keep in time
to the dance we're caught in.
Committing the deadliest crimes,
that are done in the game of love
dance, dance, in the masquerade
blasphemous mouths say, "In the name of
love." Play the bloody serenade.
The song of the masterful siren
calls out, waiting to be returned
and I'm a goner, now I'm caught up
in something I never learned.
Keep my feet moving;
no, you can never stop this dace
once you start in the masquerade,
you won't get a second chance.
Feel the eyes as they watch
the primal beat pushes on,
they dissect you deep down
their eyes won't ever be gone.
Eyes of a stranger, of a siren,
the mask of deep, deep, red
ensnared forever, can't let this moment go
murdered in love, it leaves you for dead;
gaze on with your dead lovers eyes
falling deeper into the masquerade
this won’t ever be the same so,
all previous notions of love, dissuade.
So dance, dance, in the masquerade;
in the game of love tonight
whisper silently to above
to make it out alright.
carried on a gentile wind
rolling on its way
and with a flutter of his hand
it brightens up the day
and as he dances about the ground
animals peak out from around
to watch his magnificant shuffle
without even making a sound
and the flowers they bloom gracefully
as he strides above their roots
only to dace away again
and to return another year
Don't ask questions,
don't answer questions,
don't be smart,
don't be stupid,
don't be an outcast,
don't follow the crowd,
don't talk under your breath,
don't be so loud,
don't be alone,
don't be with him,
don't be with her,
don't obey what they say,
don't break the rules,
don't be a sheep,
don't stray from the herd,
don't put yourself in danger,
don't be a square,
don't be out of shape,
don't smoke,
don't drink,
don't do drugs,
don't just sit there,
don't be too cautious,
don't be a wallflower,
don't dace like that,
don't start reading a list with no agenda.
That she is still my golden dace
That she hadn’t lie to me
That she forever twist to me
Her glittering voluble hips
That she can still show case
Her ever-charming eyes to me
How I wish . . .
That I can still be the only Knight
In her with my wandering white horse
That I can always remain the only
Rodent in her divided heart
That I can have her wrap up
Always in my warm-up body
How I wish . . .
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
10th August 2006
3.28pm.
I decided to quit with her after considering
The last discussion we had. A follow up to
The poem “And we lied “.
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