“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict in which everything is perfect. And if there is no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading”
~ Veronica Roth
How boring could Utopia be
if we all did agree,
and if perfection is all we see?
That’s not a place I want to lee.
.
I relish cultures of variety
in and out mainstream society.
The freedom of unpredictability
is a sign of one’s individuality.
There is excitement in running free.
Or just being here, alone with me,
yields a sense of commonality
surrounding all with sodality.
Utopia is not found in impeccability
but rather in life’s fragility.
We make too much of predictability
when there is no absolute sterility.
Utopia is not humankind’s normality
but rather it’s in is adaptability.
Acceptance without impunity
may well-describe society’s community
Categories:
impeccability, appreciation, community, humanity, people,
Form: Rhyme
Let my son stand at the table of Life
sit in the seat of Wisdom
with ever open Arms
fingers of ready Consent
eyes of empath Sight and
a tongue of prose Impeccability
lips of passionate lovelorn Truths
shouldering resolute Responsibilities
on a chest of conviction, pure as Knight
the stomach to move beyond Measure
the heart of treasured Experiences
a soul of infinite Possibles
the karma of cyclic Intents
the nirvana to give back Unconditional
we can be the pioneers of an infinite, Lasting
and loving Peace,
as once we were There.
Categories:
impeccability, analogy, destiny, father, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Her body lays so perfectly,
Her eyes shut slightly with impeccability.
She lays so softly upon the foundation,
Her hair slightly brushing across her cheeks.
Lips as plush and soft as velvet,
Her smile sweeping daintily across her face.
The touch of her sweet hand sends shivers across me,
The luscious bouquet of her hair is enchanting.
The lines of her structure are so defined,
Her eyes are so deeply heart-rendering.
To taste her mouth against mine,
To feel her silky tongue savagely intertwine.
I am in complete bliss and her arms grasp me,
Her body pressed against mine is so precise.
Her delicate hands brush against my lips,
My soul is completely seized by her heart.
What did I do to deserve such an exquisite woman?
I know not what I did, but what is so.
Categories:
impeccability, how i feel, love,
Form: Free verse
premiere
A Victoria in the garden of impeccability
Juliana from the clouds above the sky
I look afar for a merry band of winners
Be a legacy to awaiting offspring i plea
Our reason for seeing the beautiful lost eden again you are
Lancelot in vessel of support i know
Alas, you are a poetry worth writing again
On this road come a travelogue
Nurturing the faith of believing
Who will pay for this dialogue
Unprecedently i trance so high to ink this far
Cheering at the airport is near for you
Home coming a pleasure you will welcome
Eager we are for you to arrive sooner
Knowing that you are indispensible to this habitat
Walk down the challenges in strength
Another hero we have discovered in YOU.
poet :oluremi samuel
Categories:
impeccability, appreciation, best friend, celebration,
Form: Name
there's a certain stirring in my bones,
like that of long brown fingers digging deep into the earth,
searching for precious stones.
Categories:
impeccability, celebration,
Form: Prose
Men’s Secrets
There are men of god who like innocence for their pleasure.
There are coaches, teachers etc., who never – their actions – measure,
as they destroy the impeccability of this, our worlds Treasure.
There are so many men – thoughtless – leaving so many scares.
Destroying the spirits, the souls, the luster of so many Stares.
Leaving them as barren, distant, cold as the surface of mars.
What is in man’s heart ?, that drives all this horror, all this insanity.
Why do they not see ?, what they are doing to a segment ( fifty percent ) of humanity.
What ?, lies in the murky depths of these men’s sick, broken souls and heart,
that makes them shatter the chastity of a life that will never know how to start
living out their lives, and on a much higher plane
and not know the stress, the depths, the separation caused by all their suppressed pain,
pain that comes on, comes out- screaming with every action,
action that stops one – who cares, who shows with every reaction,
yet neither – these sick men made it impossible – will find peace or satisfaction.
B. J. “A” 2
March 6th 2014
Categories:
impeccability, abuse,
Form: Rhyme
He whispers his warmest greetings on
loves adorned ears.
He tells me he shall have no other
and only time will relinquish,
what we share in years.
Cool to thy hand, this token of
gratitude...
Given with delight and fidelity..
He loves with such impeccability
Green tea reunites all the comforts of
home, memorializing what has never left
my side, my ever-evolving family,
who balance me when I sometimes fall.
The sun fades into blackness
The stars dance out a tune
And tomorrow will be another day he
proves his love is true...
Categories:
impeccability, devotion, introspection, love, uplifting,
Form: Blank verse