Sounds no fun; to not know for sure
And immediately
Till which feeling, as twixt us here
Sparks, recognizably.
Down on which spacious floor, Earth-spun
Life-danced, guest to guest
If half a lifetime, and more fagged
For that heart's unrest!
Stepped aside then, angels, for Him
Lightens the mood of all:
"Think of it, rather, with amusement
As a masquerade ball!
Whose mad swirling air of mystery
More seductive makes it!
Tease-tensed; but for its guise-lifting
Worth the wait: soul-lit!"
Categories:
fagged, heaven, love,
Form: Rhyme
I'm gradually losing strength,
And will exhale my last breath any moment from now,
The bio-weapon and its politics in my motherland tore into my flesh and soul,
Now fate rolls the dice.
It's really bad for me and clear as a forest pool,
I'm drying and expiring, it's like living in a world with no air,
The death of me must be their mission,
I'm insecure and locked down with no palliative.
This is a life-threatening situation,
My eyes are like limpid ponds in shadow,
I'm already tired of fighting,
Fluid as thought, but my mind and ink couldn't flow.
Now I'm fagged and sallow, like the day,
The mortal coldness of my life, like death itself came down,
The melodies of the birds are all gone,
'Stay safe' they said but I'm just a dark poet dying in the light.
Categories:
fagged, death, poets, strength,
Form: Free verse
When death seeks a Valentine;
among Thy Angels, the devils dine,
And silently, the heavens break,
Thy Veil it stays, the liars rhyme;
And then Thy words, they fall apart,
in a suicide of eternal art;
And witness while the Devil speaks,
and steps above Thy highest peaks;
the Lies of order, the twisted truth,
and tears the Veil of Thy lasting youth
but then Thy Angels circle Hell,
in vain pursuit of Thy absent spell;
and one by one their wings are lit,
by the growing flames, Thy hand had knit
do Thou smile as they drown in flares?
in birth as one, in death as pairs;
and then I step on Thy blinding Veil,
to my right is Thee, to my left Thy Jail;
And the Lucifer, right above my head,
all my humans bleed, all Thy Angels dead;
and I wait for Thee to intervene,
as darkness reeks from my fagged spleen;
Categories:
fagged, betrayal, conflict, dark, death,
Form: I do not know?
Bright and bearing arms
Drawing me by your charm
You're an angel
I run in ecstatic glee
Fall on my knees
You sweep me off my feet
We dance into the night
Some tango to some grime
Angels know no bedtime
I'm fagged as a burned out cigar
You're just about to start
I'm unprepared for this
I try to flee
You point your sword at me
I see you're not my guardian
I knew it
Between your style and habit
Something was fishy
I beseech for some grace
Light flashes across my face
I open my eyes
I know what this means
Greens aren't always clean
You're dangerous!
©Chidiogo Ibe Radiant~ April 2015
Categories:
fagged, angel, dream, relationship,
Form: I do not know?
The pain of night
When sleep ditches me at midnight hour,
Loneliness haunts as no one is in sight,
and in his thoughts I travel with stars,
The whole day is fagged in inside fight,
but who can imagine the pain of night ?
Written March 8th, 2015
For contest "The pain of night" by Tammy reams
Awarded HM
Now entered for contest "The poet's shadow" by Greg Barden
Categories:
fagged, betrayal, depression,
Form: Quintain (English)
A friend cast to the land of a distinct
Frigid base, she said...
Lonesome embraced the yearn, mum likewise
Forfeit the identity, stumbled to the pivot of stir
A missed scraped of self-consciousness
The alert of all mistaken
Failed which taken about the half year of a time
Still another year kindly to visit
Await is the other chapter of her book which filled by the tears and sweats
Those eyes desiccated
Fagged had spun for the still
Tiring had mourned upon her fool
If only the existence able to teleport or be returned
Indeed I knew
Thou heart rooted within
Seeks the pedestal of berth and backrest for a lean
Fell into a soot of mother-earth and longing for the creatures which stood upon
Once thou reborn
Morphed into the maturer form
And when the time has come
Every single cells of glory threw pride upon sun
For the down valley beneath her soul taught the life lessons
Afar from a distinct revealed the pavement of her inner soul
Nevertheless frigid base undertaken the coral of her blizzard
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Sponsor Jim David
Categories:
fagged, life, longing, mum,
Form: Free verse
The sweat droped from his tatherd shirt
as he realized his fate was near.
He paused between sentences because
he couldn't belive it was finally here.
The day, time, and place was different
but it was all the same.
The feeling, thoughts, and moments
all filled with pain.
As he looked up he saw the light
which brought him feelings of shame.
One last glance to fill him with content
but as he looked it all came.
The visions and remembrance
was brought over him.
He rememberd that car crash
where all that was left was a tire rim.
Then he realized who was on the floor
laying next to him in the pasengers seat.
He fagged eyes opened to see
he was sitting in a hospital seat.
The doctor walked in and
it filled him with dread.
"Mr. Jones, Im sorry
your wife Lynn is dead."
Categories:
fagged, death, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
While the morning darkness fades away
The elegance of the light
Prances along the gleaming sky
Gathering the fagged minds
Into a hypnotizing trance
That takes you on a lifelong journey
Of cheer and hope.
Categories:
fagged, confusion, happiness, inspirational, passion,
Form: Free verse
Off the market I dashed
In search of ingredients
To soup my poetry.
To all kiosk and stall I went
Yet I find none of it.
Fagged out on my fro home
Lost in thought of how
To soup my poetry.
There I stumbled on it
Ingredients of my soup.
On my way I paused
For the first stanza
My thinking personified
With a poetic licence.
I smiled with an imagery of simile
All over me was a pun of metaphor.
Only in consonance with an
Hyperbole of alliteration.
Paradox became my ordeal
With an echo of onomatopoeia
Still in an irony of oxymoron
Dancing with a metonym.
I got home with more
Ingredients from my mind
Then and there, I began to
Soup my poetry in poetrysoup.
Alayande Stephen.T
12.45pm
17th August 2006
On my way to Apagbon in Lagos on the behest of
IPC Chairman,Lanre Arogundade.
Specially packaged for www.poetrysoup.com, as a wonderful family.
Categories:
fagged, allegory, art, funny, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Just a day before this dotting
I woke up anew, fagged
Unto the toilet I beckoned
One, two, three, four, . . .times
Flaccidity ran all over me
I could not stand nor sit down
On my Mama’s footstool
For I was foot-billing a stool
Chewing and gassing out odour
Liken to that of nothing
But a dead vulture in a Hades
My eyeballs ran backward
Deep inside my ringing Golgotha
I assume a skeletal posture
Whose weight is zero square
My path and bearing
Became that of Mr. Air
My belly heavy and aching
Appetite disappears off me
Foods became my brief foe
I groin only in pains of constipation
It confined me to fasting without prayers
Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness
I kowtow to the rhythm of
Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy
I was in an unnamed planet
Does belly ache kills? Many wondered
I woke up unto hunger monger
But I was scared again to conquer hunger
For here leads my maw cupidity
I would have cross to the yonder beyond
Learning not to chew beyond my belly.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
4th, November, 2005
11.00am
Categories:
fagged, confusion, health, sad,
Form: I do not know?