In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day,
another doubter stood on the edge
of the dark abyss
Void chasm in the mind;
canyon to nowhere,
null directions written on a blank page
In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day,
a scoffer peered down into the darkness
And in that dire, precipice moment ...
a fateful decision had to be made
Babylonian in nature,
the implications were grave
Willingly eat the Nebuchadnezzar curse,
swallow the rage
Stoke the volatile belly of beastly hatred,
then sphincter lip open the cage
This skeleton key decision has you so afraid
Explosive emotions ... violently untamed
Wrecking havoc,
innocent blood will have the soul stained
Every precipice moment begins and ends
In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day
Pridefully stand tall, and
fall asunder or bend to pray ...
the choice is yours
Fear the scarlet marked nay,
should you choose to temptingly fall that way
In the sixth hour
of the sixty-sixth day ...
The birth of reprobate iniquity
died in a stillborn womb,
where mercy was taken away
Daily, Diana coils herself
In a dirty corner on top
The ever patronized Mararaba
Pedestrian bridge
Cold mingling in her ribs
Like a poisonous snake, she
Hissed and turned thru and fro.
Hunger, offending strongly, her stomach
The Sound of her crack voice,
Her very cherished choice,
Refraining from exuding properly,
Though she yearns for the passersby to come to her aid.
So, her bony fingers,
She straightened in the air,
Calling for food or water,
Pedestrians roaming, every man to his own
Even they can see she’s like dying,
Packed aside like cabbage garbage,
By life’s fateful decision.
Hungry Diana, lonely and bony
Some time, some take note of her
Duty post and dash her a penny or two.
Most at time majority disdain and discard her,
Some stigmatize her,
Some defraud and rob her
Others even rape her.
Oh! Stark and dark world,
Adding the pains to the wounds of her life.
Hungry Diana, give me a clue,
Why shouldering the plights of this Earth?
Were you a delinquent?
You are not alone Oh!
Lonely Diana for my prayers are chiefly with you.
Onyilo Charlesmelody
Lightning Ink
This is the story of a young lady named Lue,
Who didn't exactly, know what to do.
Her father, a scholar, a man of great means,
Had taken over her life, or so it did seem.
A patriarch strong, stalwart and true;
Intense convictions, his world askew.
Ideas anathema to his family's ears;
His children's ideals did he justly fear.
A man is a fool who cannot compromise;
He is neither worthy, nor is he wise.
One who would impart erroneous views;
Exploiting the children for his own personal muse.
It was not a decision easily made,
Not one to a parent would have ever betrayed.
A final, fateful decision to be forever apart,
A choice of the spirit and breaking heart.
Thus it was made for all time to come,
That the father be shunned, never more to come home.
All because a man would not bend his will,
Forever to him, his family be still.
Denial Contest
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