My heart is joyful, lightened, truly glad
on seeing her upright and standing tall.
Remembering the trials we both had,
A miracle she’s even here at all.
You may recall our little goat named Split,
Who got a parasite, fell deathly ill,
And how, as pseudo-vet I did acquit
Myself with google and no other skill.
Young Split recovered well enough to go
back where my grandkids live, though things were grim,
for she was hobbled, crippled, limping, slow;
her chance for full recovery was slim.
But time, it seems, has worked its magic spell;
Her leg is fully straight and bears her weight.
To a keen eye, her knee still has a tell.
Her quality of life is surely great.
In fact, today, while helping Genevieve
to feed the rabbits caged there next to her,
she playful chased and otherwise aggrieved
GV with frolic and a mirthful stir.
I think about how wonderful this is,
For kids to grow up side by side in play.
It conjures images of garden bliss,
Gives hope that all will be made right one day.
Categories:
gv, animal, appreciation, grandchild,
Form: Quatrain
There was a little Nubian;
The kids just called her Split.
Banana was her mama, and
She looked like her a bit.
One day Split caught a nasty bug,
A mean old parasite.
It nearly took the poor girl out;
few thought she’d make the night.
But Miss Split caught a break that day,
Some say she caught one good;
An old goat came and took her in
And did the best he could.
It took a while, but she came ‘round,
Could stand all on her own.
You’d never know that she’d been sick
With all the progress shown.
The kids were glad to see their pet
And raised a joyful shout!
The only problem was one leg;
It wouldn’t straighten out.
So GV took to feeding her
To help that leg get straight,
And even though she hobbles some,
She’s really doing great.
That old goat drops by here and there,
Checks in from time to time;
Miss Split comes running out to him
And says she’s doing fine.
Categories:
gv, children, farm,
Form: Rhyme
I`ve waited for long
to see my star and starlets,
Pains of incarceration,
can`t stop my passion,
My body can be weakened,
not my heart and emotions.
Great pearl of my soul!
No sickness can hold me down,
though my liver may fail me,
I will rise again
to take you to mount of bliss,
Now that I`m home,my love reigns!.
*Romantic
Olusegun Arowolo
(old poem)
CONTEST:"Impress me with a small poem v"sponsored by GV
Categories:
gv, life, love,
Form: Sedoka
light has always reminding me about truths...
hope z always dere in my heart...
makin my own destiny lyk sm odrs..
n a man who z god himself n my world impart..
a man who forgives my mistakes..
a man who gives me a protective delf..
a man who selflesly allocates..
a man who z god himself..
nthin cn break his promises..
a surity which cn be seen in his face..
nthin cn touch his goal n tame it..
becoz he hs faith on me n it wl brace..
smone who dnt take wrong decisions..
becoz things breakdown if u dnt care of a shelf..
smone who wnts to c odrs hapynes..
becoz he know the priority of god himself..
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Categories:
gv, boyfriend,
Form: Romanticism
in the morning dere z light flashin thru my window...
lyk it hs vanishin al my pain n sorrow...
bt den my alarm clock finishd ds al..
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls...
al care n love keep surroundin 2 me...
whn my mom n dad feed breakfast 2 me..
lyk it hs been years 2 sit wid dm al...
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls..
whn i travel thru my pathways..
i c little children playin run n chase..
all my instinct captured by dm n become real..
ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls..
i always wonder if my lyf would be more lyk me..
so dat nobody cn tame it as dey wnt to be..
dn dat flash in mornin could be passin thru my harsh wall..
ds jst becomes a glimpse of hapyns whn our job callss..
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Categories:
gv, work,
Form: Light Verse
my eyes gt tangled whn i saw u frst tym..
lyk my thoughts r spinin lyk a circle upside...
dt vaccum has been filled by ur essence in my account...
faaallliing in love makes me blind by my own sole amount...
i nevr gv up hope on u...
v nevr hv talked in any issue..
bt still i have dt dream of stallion prince..
faaaliinng in love hs make u mine dt since..
like a lady i gt up n strt our frst love song note...
dt u dnt knw whr im stuck..in my mind i thought...
u hv capturd me and hv takn me outside dt cage..
faaalliinnnggg in love wid smone dts al its take...
nt nly my heart..my sole has begun 2 like u..
dn suddenly u cm up wid a plan 2 lft ds here althrough..
i ws broken and dt sound ws still struglin in my mind..
faaaaallliinng in love wid u hs make me once pride..
d hardst part z to stand up again..
n face d world lyk i hv done same..
still wnderin wht d thin u hv strtd to blame..
nw also i could nt able to stop dt rain..
becoz faalliinng in love wid u cn nevr be tamed....
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Categories:
gv, boyfriend,
Form: Romanticism
since dt day when i hv given u a compliment....
u hv promised me dt u wl gv ur tym whenever i need...
i hv closed my eyes n opened my heart to ds sentiment....
dese fb shy boys wl nly luk at u whn they r in greed....
all d words that i have said to you...
dsnt was a fake n i promise determined.....
bt u hv swallow it ,without even tastin n chew..
dese fb shy boys wl nly luk at u whn they r in greed....
i hv msgd u so much bt i didnt gt the replies...
i have stopped myself so much so that u didn't find me in need..
bt u always came up with stupid lies...
these fb shy boys will only look at u when they r in greed....
i stepd forward n cal u at midnights...
i always started conversation so dt u didn't feel misdeed...
bt whn d day came to meet each other n i dnt feel dt vibes....
these fb shy boys wl only look at u when they r in greed....
i thought may be dt wsnt a gud tym to meet and consider...
so i came up wid a plan to again set a day to proceed....
bt again u become insecure n made me feel stranger...
dese fb shy boys wl nly luk at u whn dey r in greed....
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Categories:
gv, community, boy,
Form: Concrete
whn i lukd at u in clg passel...
a pinch of salt hs been aded im my lyf...
lyk nthin in my lyf cn ad more hustle...
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
arm in arm our eyes gt strikd...
lyk nthin cud blame dt sexy bribe...
bt my jaws gt stuckd whn u cm n trouble..
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
i cried a lot whn i dnt gt heard...
ofcourse its al about u my first love...
nthin cn hurt me as long as u cradle...
dt crush and grudge hs always been a puzzle....
although i knw u hv already been stolen...
dt sexy bribe hs nt been risd up n smoken...
bt my dear i also believe in gettin things riddle..
becoz i knw dt crush and grudge will alwayz remain as a puzzle...
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Categories:
gv, confusion,
Form: Romanticism
since that day when i was alone..
i was sitting in a broken chair..
looking at a tree trashed by fire blown..
wondering whether you were a hero or evil
saviour...
i tried a lot to extinguish that fire..
i tried a lot to compensate with an
armour..
again your angel vibes comes thru d
woods allure..
tym hs nt taught me to neglect your evil
behaviour...
i pushed myself back as i always do..
i pushed you away by negotiating ds
endurance...
its a battle btw mind , heart n also my
soul sue..
evil saviour z nw turning into hero
appearance..
my heart n mind merge at an end point..
its a clear vision of having him with open
arms..
after all it's an end of that fight in my
mind sight...
evil saviour has become my heart saviour
it storms..
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Categories:
gv, boyfriend, endurance,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.
Categories:
gv, age, autumn, death, farewell,
Form: Free verse
Look into your heart and I'll be there
When you feel lost and alone you will find I'll always care
In your dreams I will come to you
And be there as long as you want me to
My love for you will withstand all time
And your heart will always be together with mine.
Categories:
gv, devotion, life, love, heart,
Form: I do not know?