In sync with exorcising
An inner restlessness
Up on winds, runner's, biker's
Soul-freed who'll then confess.
Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising
Fatherly, Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic, Gibberish, Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped
He was dealt a bad hand, so of course he flushed
it down the drain
The house of cards collapsed on faulty grounds so
he built again on new terrain
He set his sights on new foundations with the intent
to build anew
Blueprints were drawn on solid ground to keep the
plans from falling through
The glassy house he was seeing through was nothing
more than a mirage
The games that are played are exercise, now he's
exorcising all facades
The deck was stacked from the beginning so of course
the push went to the house
Behind the scenes he was pulling strings while staying
as quiet as a mouse
His sleight of hand is David Blaine in the realm of those
that imitate
With every hand that's dealt he levels up, now it's up
to you to speculate
What you see as water he sees as wine, & he's getting
drunk off every glass
He just gets stronger with every sip while using adversity
as a form of gas
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
EXORCISING THE ANGELS
Armed with lethal joy, hard chromed, and brutally alloyed,
with warmth and good cheer, I blaze the deep dark depths.
Down into the hole, laughter in the wind,
the water is cold as we ride the winter stream.
It's pirate time as the clouds steal the sky.
The heavens are gone, but I wouldn't know.
Perhaps the spirit fades in the daily haze,
clouds so low, fog so thick.
So what? It's to the frozen ground I stick.
In the freeze the flesh turns white,
later to shatter into the shards of black so final.
But the heart still beats, and the eyes still see deep
into the hole where the spirit dares not go.
So give up that ghost yearning for the heavens never more.
Who needs heights to soar when armed with lethal joy?
Broken-legged I march, new home sweet home,
with my bag of dead cats' bones:
Treasure trove for pirates sublime.
If Christ in his triumph and glory
Decides to unravel a new chapter and story
By returning from whence he departed,
He shall in stupefaction be started,
To find out this wanton era
Has indeed, bested Sodom and Gomorrah.
He shall stagger to behold
A frail and lackadaisical Bi Mvondo on hold,
Exorcising with his magical wand
For still more dominion over the land.
He shall in horror watch
Men courting men as women watch,
Holding hands and darting pecks,
wantonly on chests and necks.
He shall the Levites behold in dismay
Roaming Inns both home and away,
Presiding over unclad bodies with an exposed scrotum,
A duty, absent on their holy curriculum.
He shall wince at the sight of the brewery,
And gape at the sight of the Levites' golden crockery.
For which the masses residing in carnage
Have been plundered and pillaged.
Shuddering, He shall run back to His Father
And on his way, pen an apology letter, to Sodom and Gomorrah.
© Temajung Michael T.
The mask as a disguise, to amuse to terrify
Beginning in man’s first frigthened ceremonies
Intimidating, punishing, shaming, exorcising,
Protecting with pointed beak in an aromatic camouflage
Time does not alter man’s rituals of compulsive assimilation
The angst the agitation relentless since time began
Man’s uncertainty and fascination the possibility of eterniity
Here it is again in sweet scented carnival celebrations
In beaches and cities, in smoke filled mountains and towns
In deadly hospitals’ vapors and sharp clinical smells
Near wrinkled drying faces, the soft gasping young,
The sounds of sick whispers, the caws of unbelievers
Youth still laughs dancing in the sand daring the winds to strike
While we who have aged knowing how cruel life can be
Gaze at the orange skies in a blackened moonllight
Trying to just breathe.
Deep rooted fears manifest
Bubbles rising to the surface
Released at last from house arrest
Mind-body emptied by divine grace
There is neither judgment nor shame
Upon viewing egoic fears jettisoned
Treating life as but a game
In blissful rapture positioned
02-September-2020
Let us raise a toast
Exorcising the ghost
Fear-anger-desire
Love now our inner fire
Double check rancour
Onto which ego anchors
Emptiness magnetised
Divine bliss self realised
31-July-2020
The mask as a disguise, to amuse to terrify to dodge
From the beginning of time in rituals and ceremonies
Intimidating, punishing, shaming, exorcising, protecting
From disease with pointed beak in an aromatic camouflage
Time does not alter man’s rituals of compulsive assimilation The fascination angst and agitation of the unsolved mystery
Relentless since time began knowledge of deaths certainty
Again we sneer in sweet scented carnival celebrations
Youth laughs and dances daring the winds to strike
While we so much older know how cruel life can be
Even as we gaze dreamlike at the stars and the seas
Gaddafi
I see America dancing in oil sodden nights, nostrils stinking the scent of death
Your ghost exorcising demons of colonialist clout, walking along banks of the lost river
River that lost its freedom
Your shadow suffocating under the smell of exile and scent of slums
Gaddafi, propaganda is fart, fart deodorizing the winds of the villages
I have a burning passion to bring back the dimples and wrinkles of this country.
Ghaddafi
Ich seh Amerika tanzen in öltriefenden Nächten, Nasenlöcher verströmen den Duft des Tods
Dein Geist treibt Dämonen kolonialistischer Macht aus, schreitet an Ufern des verlorenen Flusses entlang
Fluß der seine Freiheit verlor
Dein Schatten erstickt unterm Geruch des Exils und dem Duft der Slums
Ghaddafi, Propaganda ist ein Furz, Furz der die Winde der Dörfer deodorisiert
Ich spür eine brennende Leidenschaft, die Grübchen und Falten dieses Landes zurückzubringen.
Love and secrets
Yearnings bottled up
Desires tangled
In thoughts in deliberations
Mute,
A voiceless heart
The fear unrelenting
Crushing my heart
My soul
Battering my confidence,
My resolve
Rendering me impotent,
Neutered
Mute
I can only be
Simmering deep inside
A love unproclaimed
Longing to burst forth,
Blosom.
Emotions seething
Raring to overflow,
A torrent.
Mute
I remain voiceless.
The anxiety, abounds
A thousand questions,
Unanswerable
Overloading my heart
A flood
The insecurities, petrifying
My tongue inanimate
Mute
I can only be
The emotion uncontainable
The desire, the yearning
Hammering at my heart,
Siege.
Sweeping all away
The doubts, anxiety.
Cleansing, Exorcising
But, Mute
Can I remain?
I fell in love
With a creature so beautiful
Exquisite and outta my reach
Yet my stupid heart believed
Thought love conquered all
Foolishness, my downfall
Why is love this cruel
teasing drawing you in
Promising heaven on earth
You fall in and hard
A heart colonized, invaded
Debilitating to the core
Like a virus,
Spreading, multiplying
Filling my every pore
The yearning for her, Gosh
To touch her to hold her
Oh the cruelty of love
The emotion was too much
An obsession even
And the heartache was crushing
Bleeding my stupid heart dry
Poor stupid heart
Love? What cruelty
Twas harsh
A game played pon my heart
That i would feel this much
Long, yearn for someone
A love so deep.
Unrequited Unwanted
The realization
Sudden, grim
An arrow through the heart
Piercing, darkness in its wake
Sucked my soul right out
Desolation, Love's consequence
The darkness, welcoming
Embraced me with a coldness
Numbing my heart
Exorcising my soul of all emotion
Wiping my slate blank
Love, what cruelty
Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits
Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine
Gravity
Pulls with inimitable redoubt
Rotating doors of wondrous probing
Earth fire is molten
Baking the inner sanctums
Raising internal set points
Feverish flourish of action
Gyrating to the fulsome Rhumba
Peppering staccato of Saturdays
Dancing delirious
Exorcising gargantuan ghosts
Of tall imposing dreams
Healing, making well, curing, relating to a paralytic, exorcising demons
MLK laid the path for black rights and equality
Was Jesus social issue not the ill and disabled, health and medicine?
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