The foot of the table
rose up to adjust the shape of my chin.
It was a glooming, looming 3 a.m.
when I saw the bedside clock
through that pitch dark
that occurs at the back of an eye
when time is a few decades too slow.
The table has put itself together
once more,
bought from IKEA, it took two days
to assemble, and a lifetime
to disassemble.
Now it's just a lightless prop
for a drooling jaw.
My dad is here offering advice,
when he was alive, he made televisions
out of the spare parts
of alien spacecraft.
I have no such skills, yet I know
that time occasionally
stands at the edge of a cliff
photographing
my fleeting existence,
as if it were a Dodo
straining to remember
how to fly.
In a distance beyond my ken,
table feet clip-clop away.
Wholesomely we wander with worthy
Warming wisdom;
Our onderful oneness overcoming
Oxymoronic odds;
God's glooming great glory gleaming,
Generating gratefulness:-
WHOLESOME ONEDERFUL GLORY
Wholesomely we wander with worthy
warming wisdom;
Our onederful oneness overcoming
oxymoronic odds:-
God’s great gleaming glory glooming;
greatness generated:-
As the day draws to a close and the glooming is upon us
The quiet creatures come forth to
sing their song and the soft magic rises
Fairies start to dance beneath the stars
and their music fills the air
The elves come forth to tend the forest and glade to walk under the moon
Gnomes rise to groom the forest creatures
and ted the little birds And man stands bewitched by the sight if he sees
believing he has dreamed a dream from beyond the veil
Wholesome we wander with worthy
Warming wisdom:-
Our onederful oneness overcoming
Oxymoronic odds:-
God's great gleaming glory glooming
Growing gratefulness
April showers may dampen Dallas Texas torrents glooming deluge on path way
Priceless zooming presence; shrouds blend violets and daisies blooming in May
Rain forecast an encumbered view; stubborn clouds cause distressing delay
Isn’t raining rain you know, it’s raining diamonds vrooming diamond souffle
Look expectantly skyward, your Ray Bans don, for the Solar Eclipse it's today!
Man in a hood,
sparking light on the sun
pick peak of wood
camping might just too fun.
In Shah Alam's pavement,
calm down with me
eagerly makes movement
sink on the teeth.
I need some food,
don't destroy my own physis
like pardon of thy thesis
care what I stood.
Too fast or too slow,
like my life just low.
look at the power of apollo,
counting constellation of astro.
On reality, goes up to Atman,
En Masse someway
Dasein someday
On ability, become a Brahman.
Unfortunately, I didn't find my spark,
lonely yet bulky, stuck the past at park.
Truly lost my identity, in glooming states,
But hope still carry on the hint, like what I takes.
Be happy
For the peace of mind
Be scrappy
And celebrate to go blind
Of the joy you've find
Never permit
The drabness in your situation
Never admit
It could stoke up your reason's activation
To drive home happiness for there is no permanent situation
Be glad
For in life exist CHANGE
Be mad
To try cover up in range
That people wonder greatly; how strange?
Keep the fun glooming
Which braces your ways
Keep the emotion flourishing
Twist of ways to enjoy your days
And hope all wishes aren't mere says
The assurance ranting in you
Is enough to keep you moving
The precious flow of your muse ever new
Is enough to keep you inking...
And get the world whirling . ..
No doubt
Can delay the glory
No cutout
Can stop the lorry
To all threat, is a big sorry
In Christ
Rest your success
In tryst
Rest your redress
Just choose right and be not stressed
Shine bright
It's still your day... Jude Chukwu
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
The sun shines like a rainbow is bright
and the stars are sparkling and glooming
and the birds are zooming
through the sky
She sat on a small window bench
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine
On the rippling waves of the bay.
It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,
On the horizon sailed a large boat.
A red light flashing every now and then.
Was it in distress? Was there something wrong?
She phoned for help the harbour manager of the bay.
Soon small ships raced to the yacht,
The captain cursed himself for forgetting the flares.
Still with help of all, the yacht was towed to harbour
And all was safe and sound.
The feverous glow of growing sunrise,
Reminded the captain to thank his rescuer.
And what a sight it was to see the beauty
Spying on her luxury yacht.
She was invited to dinner on the boat
And love was in the air. And why not?
She was a Venus descended from up above.
Light
Sunny, bright
Shining, glowing, gleaming
Sunrise, day, night, shadows
Glooming, resting, sleeping
Quiet, dusky
Darkness
Colors, I see colors and textures around me.
The scent of the hot wires and every spark
that tames the perpetual falling and forever
running metro. There are people, all sorts of people,
eagerly waiting, clearly losing their patience and
people, standing so still in their own melancholy
of mind. The odor, oh, the odor mixed with the
array of perfumes. People chattering, some loud,
some discreet. Those glooming, little eyes. Waiting
to see the choo choo and hopping on it. Them
running around the station as if no one is watching.
The rush and chaos, the horn of the metro brings.
The pulling, pushing, rubbing of the passengers to
get in this one train. Finally inside, searching for
the empty seats for there are none. Even when
standing, the odor follows. People peeking into
your phones and overhearing your conversations.
The chaos subsides, as the horn goes again,
signaling the departing of the train. The platform
No. 3, standing there, still, lifeless, waiting for the
next set of passengers, to feel again what it's been
feeling for all these years, not murmuring,
never murmuring.
I want my sword to water wilting plants,
Yet not to slay any false foes in wars
Like an ant killer gobbling helpless ants,
Or any monstrous beast that walks on fours.
I see sun like a wearied man plod home,
And moon stare vacantly across the field;
Wind hums with dreary ghosts that wildly roam,
And flies oft' buzz around my blood-stained shield.
In this turret of the castle ...... I guard
A mighty monarch and his lulling kins,
For whose peace, people's peace I disregard;
For whose pleasure, I scar my soul with sins.
May kindness kindle his relentless heart
And doves freely fly like pieces of art.
10 syllables in each line (Ref. manysyllables.com)
Sept. 22, 2020
The mental garden adored by the self of soul to see,
by wisdom withered like the lingering tree.
Dew full silent shimmering green,
night’s moisture bathing air in naked keen.
Lipping flowers in sweet seduction,
glooming in shy perfection.
Fragrances speak the appetite for life,
when time reveals character by its light of strive.
Rapture by the bliss of being part,
celestial conduct shines in that whispering art.
Loving beauty is worship at will,
wisdoms mirror reflect that firmament of still.
The living sound beyond times of death,
faith belongs to that sphere of all beneath.
Mr. Angry Bark, your eyes terrify us.
Your mouth so distorted, your ambiance scary.
You are rough and harsh; I steer away from you always.
Glooming the corner of the yard where you stand frowning.
You frighten us with your beady dark irritated eyes.
Lunch tomorrow? I don’t see why not.
I will bring a picnic.
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