Mundane creatures such as we
Are kept in place by gravity
Though dreams and aspirations fly
Without bounds through an open sky
Mundane creatures such as we
Are kept in place by gravity.
Within our thoughts, we spread our wings
And harbour dreams of other things
But risk free, while we do not try
The dangers of a floorless sky,
Mundane creatures such as we
Are kept in place by gravity.
Categories:
floorless, analogy, dream, earth, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Yesterday, I sat in the level wane of dusk
Watching the sun slant with the birds towards the taciturn escarpment.
Soon heaven was a floorless sea of stars
And the two hundreds miles of country was a endless communion of cattle bell-notes and fireflies.
I thought to myself how stars and fireflies are alike...
-- Always there even when we cannot see them...
I saw white petals seated on a shrub open to the warm folk of crickets beneath my sofa of rock
I thought to myself how time flows like the now brimming Izuma brook
And remembered how girls from my neighbourhood are growing greener with the rains of puberty...
I then pulled my thick beard to feel how long it has grown
With words of a wiser man than me coming to mind
-- You don't choose the beard, the beard chooses you.
09/08/17
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Categories:
floorless, adventure, africa, age, creation,
Form: Free verse
Today, I am neither a Druid nor am I human.
But just a creature of the cosmos exploring.
Today, the sun may not appear, I do not fear.
Today, the clouds may fall heavy on my soul.
Saturated, I find no fire to dry my thoughts.
Today, my feelings are disguised as tenuous geese.
Gaggling at one another to compete for dominion.
Today, I am lost, but found my own ground.
Though floorless it is, I float with every step.
Today, I have realised, that I’m not the only one.
Who has seen beyond this veil that we call life?
Today, is just another day to be grasped in some way.
After today comes the night, and that’s another flight.
Categories:
floorless, analogy, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
This life is a silhouette of dancing flames,
A jelly of a million billion shapes, a fathomless illusion, a plotless sequel.
There is more to see for the blind and less to say for the wise.
This life is a carpet freckled with splinters,
A sofa of countless stingings, a flameless subway;
There is a floorless due for every seen sun,
A tear rolling with every dawn and a smile ebbing with every dusk;
But these bonfire eyes see the world for what it could be.
This life is a soulless sea of mindless malice,
A banjo of a broken taut, a loveless disco;
There is no blue in the skies of reason
But pangs native to the heart, and a haplessness relative to the soul;
But this bubble-gum heart holds no resentment.
Every tongue is a needle living in a scabbard of flesh and bone
And these staggering legs walk the sass of nameless faces,
For my elephant ears choose what to hear
And the fount of this mouth speaks only what the heart feels.
Every turn of this screw, every moment of this gear
Every shade of this my buoyant life is written in crayon.
03/12/16
Categories:
floorless, creation, dedication, endurance, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Although highly thought upon by all men
yet its understanding still made unknown
creating mindset distinct and diverse
yet the heart of many has been intrigued
by such trivial obscure phenomenon
causing them to act wise or contrary
yet this phenomenon approves the act
contradiction of any of it rules
needs no judicial body for judgement
needless to break the edge sepernt will bite
instead uphold its inherent nature
maintaining its floorless record always
always ensuring that everything
accomplished is done in the name of love.
Categories:
floorless, love,
Form: Sonnet
The first time that Godly Committee took seat
The latecomers found not a space to sit
Drawn up was the Heavenly Constitution
To regulate the earthly institution
Life on earth was just made to be flawless
In contrast with the abyss that is floorless
Life was made to sound like nice Christmas jingles
Instead men on earth created concrete jungles
Where prostitution dominates brothels
This is how paupers are made in motels
God expects creation to come to fruition
But men just trust more in their intuition
One group is being consumed in idealism
The other group upholds empiricism
Believing that life is through experience
Where conclusions are by experiments
Baked are theories that are metaphysical
Formulas that are mathematical
Perfect conclusions of theories come not
Solutions by formulas turn to naught
Men think creation to be accidental
But cosmos is divinely transcendental
System of creation eludes the man's mind
That is the order of God for mankind
Categories:
floorless, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Washed away in the rain...
Only scars from the pain...
Trickling down are new smiles...
A soul stretched out for miles...
Bent in two from harsh lonely days...
Those little demons had their ways...
Spikes of fear can never again penetrate...
Pushed to the edge but I will never hate...
A floorless walk over hot coals...
But in the end that's how I roll...
Categories:
floorless, faith, introspection, recovery from...,
Form: Couplet
Beautiful, elegant, floorless butterflies,
Utterly glorious through the naked eye,
Two tone shades of colour,
Too many good traits to offer,
Enormous pleasure to watch,
Rapidly declining in numbers I feel,
Flightless fancy,
Ladie's love to create,
Yards of butterfly creations.
Categories:
floorless, nature,
Form: Acrostic
TWO COUPLETS ON “ FLAWLESS vs FLAWS “
POEM 1
I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always looking for flaws.
This apartment was 16 floors up but had no floors.
16 floors up, this room has its floors up. As I speak,
The floor’s up with guys looking for water leak.
Looking for flaws ?!
Damn right I was I was looking for floors!
This place wasn’t flawless, it was floorless;
As well - by the way - as doorless.
POEM 2
What is the real story with Aunt Jemima’s pancake mix?
You gotta add egg, sugar, and milk, before you can fix
A breakfast or lunch pile of flapjacks,
And sit back, eat, digest and relax.
Our Aunt’s eggless, sugarless, milkless, but not flourless.
Her packets of stuff are certainly flawless.
Let’s hope she continues with at least her flours,
For if her stuff is flourless : and then it will have flaws.
Categories:
floorless, funny
Form: Couplet