The funfair was in full swing.
And why not, now it was Spring.
To the carousel, Ella and me,
We tried to find a horse that was free.
Places on horses were taken by all
Except for one, it was a windfall.
Ella sat in front, holding the sturdy pole
Whilst I sat holding her waist like a mole.
Music played a radiant refrain,
Echoing dreams, again and again.
The carousel began its round, a slow spin
People shouted or laughed a joyous din.
Soon, the speed was slightly increased
Oh boy, did we enjoy this lovely feast!
Then the brakes were applied and all came to a halt.
I fell on Ella’s neck, it was not my fault.
I felt her warm flesh and gave her a kiss.
We decided to have another go as this was bliss.
A slight comic gust
as vivid autumn colour
turns laughing dervish
we sense the quasi-winter
prelude to Halloween fare
Back to school urchins
scream with joy to spite cold snaps
Christmas edging close
in a mock funfair caper
summer’s graceful baton pass
Cherub-faced siblings
across the age span feel this
charge of plunging ice
rimmed weather front but
twinkling spirits reign
To shiver is the
ultimate release when one
realises what
golden opportunities
this autumn season offers ?
With candyfloss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock.
Roller coaster big fast rides
All made to hide your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoopla darts and all those things
Sandy beach and cockles too
These are the things I loved to do
With candy floss and sticks of rock
Funfair rides made to shock
Rollercoaster big fast rides
All make you hid your eyes
The carousel and kiddies swings
Hoop darts and all those things
The Sandy' Beach and cockles too
These are the things I like to do
toffee apples
tasted so sweet
candyfloss evaporating
as we eat
swing boats
chair of planes
& helter-skeltet
again& again
pretending to drive
in dodgem cars
flying carousel
as if from mars
crowding in the
boxing tent
local challengers
quickly spent
longing with
youthful eyes
rolling pennies
for the prize
sans parents
at a local funfair
evenings
without a care
Take me to the land of crystal rivers,
that glitter like a mirror for the gods.
Take me to the height for altruistic lords,
revered by the oppressed for being givers.
I dream of a world drowned in abundance
of joy infinite at its renaissance.
Where the warm rays of the tropical sun
soothe the pains of a bleeding wound by day.
Where nature entertains with so much fun,
like a funfair in the sweet month of may.
I smell the pleasant scent of flowers gay
pervading the plains of awe and wonder.
Where colourful fruits in season render
sweetness and nourishment at my behest.
Where the sun's showers of warmth dry each tear,
bringing to extinction, a world of fear
in this magnificent haven of rest.
I see a paradise for virgins fair,
devoid of blemish with their silky hair.
I see breath taking mountains clad in green,
where romantic love birds would find serene.
I see this world of beauty at its peak,
which all dreamers would relentlessly seek,
coming closer now to my possession
than any dream or imagination.
How can a man live
In a place where lives hardly thrive?
We earnestly wait in vain,
The things that will never be of gain.
So the weak becomes weaker,
As the troubles become thicker.
So, everytime we cry,
As the day gets deeper;
And compelled to fry
Our hopes in the burning heater.
How can we live
In a place ravaged with cruelty?
Mindlessly,
Men are stabbed to death,
Yet women are still giving birth!
For their children to be abused
Never to be rescued.
As fathers sob in hopelessness,
Because their offsprings roam the streets
And mothers wail in helplessness;
As their children scavenge for what to eat
O! Who can deliver us
From the tenacity of death?
This life does not belong to us;
This one that we live now,
Where we're suffocating,
From the stench aroma
Of this bitter-sweet soup.
Then, I was really glad to hear
That the grave was beckoning;
For there's nothing here,
So spectacular and appealing
Any bait that I would prefer
To that place beyond
Full of eternal funfair.
Aha!..That game of " Hide and Seek "
How we loved as a child.
secret places with sneak and peek. .
how we loved to find.
Stealthy steps on tip-toes,
silent creepy ghosts.
checked behind curtains,
vanished where ,uncertain.
Is he here? Is he there?
Where's he hiding?
That terrifying scare.
The camouflage of whispers,
hidden everywhere.
The ecstasy of giggles. .
grinned a funfair.
In the game of life, we all still play
a solo "hide and seek", each and every day.
I try to hide with all my might,
seekers all just out of sight.
I hide and wait, no one comes to find.
a secret hide-out, hidden in mind.
I wonder, is it difficult to hide ?
or Is it difficult to find?
With hidden feelings, heart is all guile.
real pain conceals a sweet fake smile.
Still enjoying the game? Just think for a while.
Off we go we’re on the train
We’ve packed all we could pack
We’re both so excited
As the train rolls down the track
We’re both bouncing on the seats
Till mum tells us to SIT!
There’s rain upon the windows
But we don’t mind that a bit
We can’t wait till we get there
We love to smell the sea
Cos then we’re nearly there
It’s where we want to be
Sylvie likes the funfair
I love the donkey ride
We’ll have fish and chips and mushy peas With ketchup on the side
In the sea we’ll paddle
On the sands we’ll play
I’ll knock Sylvie’s castle down
What a brilliant holiday
We’ll go walking on the pier
The slot machines we’ll play
There’s one called “What the Butler Saw”
But mum pulls me away
When the week is over
And we have to go
We’ll get back on the train
And down the tracks we’ll go
We loved our time in Yarmouth
Specially the pier
Me and Sylvie feel so sad
We can’t wait for next year
I first saw you at the funfair
Joy and laughter were high in the air
It felt like more than a crush.
Caught a sight of you walking at the mall
Nearly caused my heart to fall
It was more than a crush.
Then I saw you sitting by the lakeside
I felt very warm inside
It was more than a crush.
Each time I saw you I would freeze
It was as if there was a breeze
Making me go weak on my knees
For it was more than a crush.
Though I saw you at midday
I thought about you everyday
Went on my knees to pray
To have you by my side along the way.
Then there you were working at a farm
Wanted to grab you into my arm
It was more than a crush.
In a people filled room
My eyes and yours would zoom
Because it was more than a crush.
You looked so so fine
I wanted to ask you out for a dine
It was more than a crush.
Then you were strolling on the shore
And I knew for sure
That what I felt was more than a crush.
It was that feeling of love
That was sent from above.
Life is but an artwork,
Sketch of the creator's handiwork
But life is at all times unfair
Unlike some see it a funfair.
Knowing our actions being the pencil
And our inactions like silent counsel
But we choose to live it our way
Regardless of what happens everyday.
When one frets his hour upon life stage,
Time moves unconcerned at par with age
Without a moment pause for a sigh
But others could go on with hopes so high.
Certainly, the choice of friend
Could give one's life a miserable end.
But our lives a meaning could give
If we know in which action should we live
Then our life's sketch needs nothing of an eraser
And our choices would make everyone go wonder
Knowing our life has been a flawless sketch
But nothing compared to a wretch.
If many don’t see the value in you , I do
You are pure and colorless like the morning dew,
For this time to be remembered and celebrated,
Your sincerity and glamour can’t be underrated,
Get me the sky and I will imprint your picture,
Get me a board; I will deliver a great lecture,
A lecture on an edifice full of attraction,
Your painted wall makes my heart sparks with full affection,
Give me a choice and I will choose you over again,
When thunder strikes,your love thrives,my foes go insane,
Your presence on earth is for a special reason,
Coupled with the funfair that makes up this season,
Ready to dance to this rhythm which makes me high,
I am not on drugs but swim in extreme bliss from the sky,
My vine!, my valentine! Your love I so desire,
This great treasure let no one try to acquire.
*Dedicated to all my poetrysoup friends*
NOT A HAIR WAS LOST
When he walked away, I was at a LOW
Well-wishers wondered what caused the ROW
He had a new idea and assumed I wouldn’t FLOW
I assured that to the new line, I would TOW
My pleas and prayers almost caused me a BLOW
But I lifted myself up and decided henceforth to GLOW
I looked inwards and worked on my WEAKNESS
I mustn’t allow the loneliness to cause a SICKNESS
My strengths can surely take me to GREATNESS
Few qualities must be added to passion; like MEEKNESS
Many have risen from obscurity to AWESOMENESS
My Pastor also advised I covet RIGHTEOUSNESS
Alas! Fortune decided to come my WAY
It shone so brightly like a strong RAY
The first signs came in the month of MAY
A friend even wanted to know where I PRAY
I even had to relocate from where I used to STAY
The new place was more expensive; yet I could PAY
Not a hair was lost despite initial DESPAIR
But God’s mercy did the necessary REPAIR
All the blessings came my way; as a PAIR
Wealth and health; Greatness with FUNFAIR
I didn’t have to kill; all free as the AIR
An analyst even drew comparison with McNair
© Wole Popoola
August 2015
PAGES OF THE MIND
dark thoughts are tangled
as I spin into line
doors of perception
the pages of my mind
through blue explosions
final last clear view
before that long sleep
dreams I will pursue
a fanfare of funfair
treats that will seduce
dissolving wonders
twirl into recluse
drinking sunshine down
over moonlit lawns
then into the silence
of another dawn
you can read my mind
like pages in a breeze
haphazardly believe
in random destiny
© Kim van Breda—26 January 2015
I am sensitive, self-conscious,
Nervous, listless, anxious,
Caught up in the grind of life
Its stress and its strife.
With no goal, no aim, no purpose,
Oh, just living a life I suppose;
Not sure there's a God or a soul
Or in His grand design my role.
Bitter, cynical and regretful,
Not wise enough yet not a fool,
Jack of all trades, master of none
Lost more life's battles than won.
A seeker of truth, lost in lies
A seeker of love, lost in vice
A seeker of faith, lost in funfair
A seeker of hope, lost in despair.
Mindful of Man's frailty, foible and pet peeve,
I grieve for the ancestral sin of Adam and Eve!
~"Who ARE you?" contest by Catie Lindsey
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