As time unfolds it's decadent myriads
As from an embryo thus born
A living pulsating form
Bringing in a new era of life
The clock strikes an hour
Making place for amendment
elaborating on trials and perfection
Encountering bliss and sometimes sadness
As the clouds darken and days change to years
Bringing with it toil and struggle
The years darken as age becomes prominent
Humbling the spirit and bringing in numbness
For then he thinks of a haven
A place to shelter and retire
A garden like Eden
Untouched with unrest and toil .
He wished it to be full of sound.
round about the way successful
collaborations are done.
Fun: done: and Right.
Sought of like taking the featured
artist's position and elaborating on it.
People still love rock, urban
contemporary grooves
and soulful bassey pieces.The stigma
around marriage
seems to cause discussion.
Is it good news? The two lovers united:
or one lover and one willingful participant.
Or one eager and one uneagerly: but willing
to be. A new position appointed by the direction
of the evolution in sequence. from
stranger to friend to lover
to fiancce?fiancé: then to wife or husband.
WeIrDO. than non be alienated through such
sequence.
Six saxophones
11 bass instruments
a rhythm section
the motif uses two classic guitars.
A 1939 English Clifford Essex Paragon
and a Bass Alembic Series
He Brazen I'm Kabosh
we are Kings of the Coliseum!
The Grand Inspector sings
and the
Brazen Serpent commands.
The Indirect passing reference.
dribble of warm earth
weeds piling up and wilting
deep satisfaction
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 3, 2021
for "Elaborating Haiku" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, September 3, 2021
in-breathing in-dwelling
an enthusiasm
ardent passion
uncontrolled
beyond dispensation
beyond intellect
phenomena of
the deeper mind
an unknown force
taken over
compulsion
intertwines with
a holy breath from within
implanted from without
conceived witin
an abundant
flow of conceptual energy
in
tender rapt
expressions
visitations of divinity
vibrating
singing sighing
saying aloud
ecstatic intuition
vascillating
elaborating endlessly
glimpsed
then grasped
interpolations
of literary histrio
a given line
perceptible intensity
instilled
before
evaporating into the ethereal
for
evermore
Escaping others reality
Which is not mine
Capturing a dream and happily rolling with her.
Nuances elaborating her continuity each night,
Dazzling in her love for me,
Soul self throwing ideals at me in glorious ways
Designing a world of hope and optimism
That brings me to my full-scale angel self
In my dreams nightly
Allowing me to endure earthly's mundane daily existence
Knowing it is not my real world,
Carrying me gently until I reach home.
Literature
In a kingdom full of textbooks
There stood a documentary brooks...
Literature
Take thy literacy from out my heart
I am sworn of my descartes
The paper bound proficiency pretesting
My encyclopedia festering
Literature
I awoke and flung the philosopher
'It's that rhetorician,' I muttered
And its eyes have all the writing
Inciting, with my handwriting
Literature
Elaborating and elaborating with my wordsmith
There stood a non-fiction writing
Still is inviting, still is inviting
This verse is so over written..Literature
This write I write who am I kidding
Remember the street is a dryeR
Easing out fears into a flat pastE
Memories may be seen as an imaM
Entering into convenant with hastE
Minding the time he coiled on kiliM
Beauties of the street are folded like bulb
Entertaining the earth like lonely artistE
Remember the street made you a fatheR
Thinking for yourself & it's tough distincT
House yourself in it bossom like tooth in MoutH
Even if stumbling stones retaliatE
Stand to those fragments of those beliefS
Tilting down your muse towards prominenT
Remember where you started to roaR
Elaborating your strength to keep calm voicE
Eagerness is a blood dripping into languagE
Through which the ghetto name a streeT.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
mr.X may have said,"By any means necessary." In elaborating, I'll say,"By any means necessary which is sensible, logical, rational, ethical, and most of all moral." Lately, all I'm starting to see is a Dead Sea. I'm in no way God. But I hired him. He's doing a terrible job. I should fire him. He justs eats potatoe chips, drinks beer, watches too much t.v, and certainly plays with himself too much. But , I keep him because it is constantly getting harder to find someone willing to work, like me? Well , you know work may be the most obscene four letter word in the English language. Let us pray. oy vey. ( in memory of my maternal 1st cousin Peter. born 1949. died circa 1971. He was the oldest cousin on both sides. I the youngest. born June 30, 1964. The exact same day Ms. Florence Ballard of motown supremes turned 21, the age of Peter, and the age of my maternal 1st cousin Simone. born 1960. died 1981. let us all pray. all the way. thank you. with love.
The squirrel who played like a kitten is dead
found her stiff and rigid body where she used to tread,
on the ground by the pond she lay still and silenced
only the furry tail still waved in the wind's defiance.
Looking up into the tall hundred year oak
were few remains of the nested drey she cloaked
for her refuge and hiding place once safe
still there, clung leaves gathered moss on the edge of escape.
The sudden change in weather, a north west wind that came
dropping 30 degrees in just a few hours with cold rain
swept in later in the night with a racing wind and snow
that slid thru the trees and flung her here to earth below.
This small creature once elaborating chatter and play
slipped quick and quietly away
unseen and missed by those around
she has final resting peace found.
The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity
He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession
When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into a whirl
No such enemy he could find
As could do the ugly job
With a view to smear his character
And arouse a furious mob
According to cyber detectives
It was a morbid grudge
She was in imagined relationship
Robbed of power to judge
He stopped the investigators
From spilling the beans because
He did not want the blooms
To come to a permanent pause
But for her they were flowers of evil
She kept unleashing her maligning nature
Until the police warned her one day
Elaborating on her dark future
He still wanted to sit with her
Following the denouement
It came about never
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17 August, 2016
Denouement - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.
Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back and forth, right or left no distinction all is same
Elaborating: Life is just pretty much tame.
Their parturition in a time of good unlimited opportunities,
Yet at the brink of cowardice they are deceived,
And lazily cannot even perceive
That their lives are being sieved
And slowly but badly manipulated,
Later tension and crisis are manifested.
Unfortunately it is then late,
Their future has already been compromised,
The moisture has already vaporized,
All that is left is a dehydrated life substrate
Then all becomes one hell of a date,
Known as regret.
The grey chairs form a perfect line of grey,
Like stagnant, grey-clad businessmen at work.
I have no life to give this lifeless day.
Blind, blundering Heart! Will you drain everything to grey?
My longings grab the life from surer joys,
Shunning what is and grasping for what seems,
Restless for self-elaborating dreams,
Tossing aside my gifts like they were broken toys.
Poor heart, how will you ever know your end
When you have dreamt yourself into a cell
Gazing on shades of all your fear and fancy spell?
This distance between us rests beneath my ribs.
Expanding in the chambers of my heart ,
taking mutiny over it’s passage ways .
My vessels ring with emptiness.
And in Your absence,
Your hair shamelessly curls around my every possession.
Elaborating on the intricate spaces,
I do not have the capacity to fill.
My spine curls around You softly.
A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place ,
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!
Eclectic is the night, with its potpourri of smells and sounds...
A perfect muse on this lit, but dark, city street...
This town seems to change after the days' sun fades...
The streetlights bathe the place in a soft, dim glow...
No glare from the towering buildings' glass faces...
Music from the little clubs hustle with the sound of the traffic...
The streets are alive with night people conversing... Elaborating... Collaborating...
The vibe is unlike the uniform stream of daily workers occupying the day...
Most businesses are closed, with lights dimmed and out of sight...
Except for the fun ones, open just for the people of the night...
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