One day I will speak to you,
I’ll tell you contents of my heart,
I will tell you how I long for you.
I will speak my thoughts plain and flat.
I will gather the courage to be real,
and shape my wish into words of truth.
Your smile will be my sunrise feel,
your eyes the stars shiny and smooth.
I will tell you how each passing day
Etches you across my thoughts’ scroll.
I will let gentle winds of love to sway
With my voice to your waiting soul.
One day, beneath a sky of promise,
I will confess my love to you,
and ask if you will walk beside me,
from this moment into forever.
Just one day under the scorching sun,
I will face you eyeball to eyeball
Hand you my life to conquer and run
Just if you will heed to my call
And if you say yes to me that day
My name and belongings will be yours
I will give my heart and life away
In those trusted hands of yours
(Dedicated to JN.)
Qualms, I've had too few to admit to you.
Scruples quadrupled, I've had some doubts as well.
Leaving me squeamish, uneasy, unwell.
I fear my regrets will breed and accrue.
Like palms, qualms are arrayed with spiral heads.
Their tough, frilly spiky fronds need tuning.
And rough scruples, misgivings need pruning,
As the spikes can get in your eyes and beds.
When qualms queue up like guests uninvited,
Confront and challenge them with steely gaze.
Eyeball to eyeball their gawk will erase,
Like gatecrashes they'll leave when confronted.
Qualms only succeed when you let them in.
Nip them in the bud, before they begin.
.
I
Rest on
One
Intimidation
Who
Coercion
Blinks
Threat
First, looses
Fear
Dare to look into
I trick
The eye of the Beast - to win
Eyeball to eyeball
two flints rub at twilight.
Inferno is lit in hearts.
Onwa:
If there are wings that would bring you down
Tell the bleeding dusty earth that watches me
I choose to dance to your tune, a rhythm of hate
Caved from the poetry of a scarlet Poe-tree,
Bottled in the prime heart of lonely princess.
Anyanwu:
If the Eagles still face you eyeball to eyeball
If you still torment the earth to a fight of lost
With a sagging song sung through the nose
Let it be known to you that I choose to dance;
Dance alone to your tune, a rhythm of sorrow.
Ikuku:
If you still toast dreams here and there,
Happily in a lustful loveless zoomed mouth
If you still breath venom like an old serpent
Caressing the sky of a honeyed young agony
Know it that I still dance to your tune of pain.
Ugwu:
If queens still come to you for fertility
If the herbalist still worship you for Herbs
Let my journey over the snoring sea be told
That I choose to dance again to your beat;
A heartbeat that govern many treachery of hurts.
Onwa: Moon
Anyanwu: sun
Ikuku: Wind
Ugwu: mountain.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
G..long, G..long, G..long,
It was so intriguing
The G..long sound
Trumpeting elephant?
No elephant here said..
Greville the greedy goat,
Sim the swaying giraffe
even Lind the chaffinch.
In deprecating way
Vee then laughed mockingly
Well, he couldn't help it
Being a hyena!
Exasperated Saul
determinedly stamped off
to ask Arc, the owl
He found him fast asleep
G..long, G..long, G..long
said Saul in Arc's right ear
Fluttering his feathers
Arc woke suddenly
Then eyeball to eyeball
Saul asked Arc politely.
"What makes a G..long sound?"
Silence was prevailing
until they both jumped at..
hearing the "sound!"
G..long, G..long, G..long!
Saul ran and Arc flew down
Here was the distinct sound,
which was getting nearer,
Saul's capuchin monkey
Kareen came into view.
Arc peered downwards
WHAT WAS ON..... Kareen's feet?
OVERSIZED GALOSHES!!!
G..long, G..long, G..long!
Was heard the flapping sound
As Kareen, head held high,
nonchalantly strolled by
Saul and Arc exchanged looks
Arc's disapproving one
with Saul's embarrassment
glowing red on his cheeks.
Saul beat a quick retreat
As Arc chuckled aloud! ......
I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL,
HER SMILE BLINK LIKE A NEW DIAMOND,
HER LOOK MAKES ME FEEL LIKE THE LUCKIEST GUY ON PLANET EARTH,
SHE LIKE TO HOLD ME,
WHEN SHE NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD,
WE BOTH TEAR AND REPAIR OUR HEARTS IN LOVE TOGETHER,
SHE NEVER CALLS ME BY MY NAME,
BABY, BABY, BABY ON HER LIPS,
ALL THE TIME,
I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER SENCE OF HUMOUR,
THAT! DRIVES ME ON HIGH MOON,
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
I CAN SEE MANTAIN RISE,
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL I SWEAR,
AS LONG AS I BREATH
I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN.
THE CHALLENGE
It was just him and me, it was dark
Crane in the park
Oh it wasn’t the Cienfuegos great *****
Who could arm wrestle for three days or so
But it was male-to-male, that’s all:
Staring eyeball to eyeball.
I’d been there before - it made me think
Who would be the first to blink?
He had just arrived from Spain
An adult male crane
He said nothing but
I could read his proud thought.
His unflinching eye said to me
Can you navigate 6000 miles over the sea
At night without any instrument?
Can you undergo four days torment
Without water or food,
Regardless of weather or mood?
I blinked.
eyeball to eyeball, deep, labored breathing,
sidestepping, pulling, twirling, pushing;
bodies swaying to the fast Latin beat,
sultry flame of uncontrollable heat;
enchanting the feral, seductive rhythm,
seemingly floating and lost in a dream;
to some dizzying heights wildly soaring,
inflamed pores with sweat overflowing;
lost in the magic of that Brazilian dance,
the master and his moonstruck mistress;
sitting in the corner their loyal Maltese,
admiringly watching, deep in a trance!
They who march on storms, who poke fingers into the rocks
And roll their faces at the sun eyeball to eyeball,
Beat their chest with a seal of "never say never"
They invoke the wrath of danger only to scorn its
Reddish looks. They have their palms greased.
They know no retreat so they have their days tied to
Threats. They ply their pride on seasoned ventures.
Ordained monks of risks , stoutly poised for capricious whims
Have their sanctuary exalted by the reins of time.
Amidst the clammiest world of rage they embellish
Courage with forgiveness- a relief to a famished spirit
Those who dare it rekindle the wine of strength.
They whom it is meant (though) may know not have their
Paths blessed and brightened.
Fresh rays resound the brave when tampered with the glowing
Sparks of mercy.Forgiveness is the ornament of the brave,
All who toe this path enrich the milk of creation.
Forgiveness lightens the yoke of the brave.
Engrave this O mighty heart in your stout jaws.
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