O, dear poetry, how old are you?
give me a glimpse, The Story of Sinuhe
the art just might predate literacy,
before the birth of the written word, BCE
Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor the eldest fictious
the Epic of Gilgamesh on papyrus
the world’s oldest love poems, verselets
Homer’s ancient epics
Compositions made for spoken word
I finally found out from all I’ve heard
what my dear poetry means to me
the love of artistic lyrical spontaneity
learning of words using them expressively
or impressively, excessively, whatever it takes
with poetic license, there are no mistakes
Works that lead to electric elucidation
with rhythmic flow, meter and alliteration
my primo priority is; my poem pieces make sense,
with rhyme and my love for classic cadence
having the quality of amatory ambiguity,
steered adrift with ominous obscurity
strapping images of suggestive metaphors
I’ll write to inspire as do the troubadours…..
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
It is two a.m. I am totally non-sleepy
Do I consider a sleeping pill? No.
Three twenty. I am impressively awake, watching TV
At 4:15 a dog licks my face, waking me up.
I am on the couch, not comfortable, so I move to my bed.
Both dogs move with me.
We wake up at 7:41 a.m.
I used to leave for work at six
I love this feeling of sleeping in
Retirement is incredibly easy
I cannot believe how hard I fought it
Now I am living a life I never knew existed.
A life that is showing me how to really live.
Colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light,
impressively, true blue male hue, in spite
of the female shadows in a brown hue,
yet, it's the white margin, brilliant sky blue
the wing topper real showroom stopper,
BLUE STEEL ... VICTOR/VICTORIA ... partner.
A kin to Euro, "The hills are ALLIED ...,"
to well TORN in the Eastern CURTAIN side,
the species mate truly RUSSIA WITH LOVE.
Pupae flights May through October ... speak of,
open spaces, fallow ground, sunny slopes,
while within day's light, wings open and scopes
bound to tall grass, midst others -- falls in threats,
one of nature's pleasant, worthwhile assets.
I could not imagine a more perfect universe than one made in your image
It is the version of my life that I love when I look at your visage
Like I am looking at perfect symmetrical splendor
That is the sheen that you radiantly render
Searching to discover new ways to make happiness your only normality
Is the best use of my everyday, of my lifetime, in
perpetual reality
To have a positive impact on your overall happiness
I hope you know how much I appreciate giving this
Know that you are treasured perfection in my life, heart, arms, and soul
My prayers were answered the first time you allowed me to show you why you make me whole
It's like I found a missing part of my humanity
You were the missing part of my emotional dexterity
With overwhelming purity, your luminescence is so impressively bright
I will never understand how fate gifted me even a moment of your light
Oh dear one, for many years we have hurt and hugged.
Brought up the spears of contention and have been mugged.
Could I have been the one to compose your sorrow?
I guess time will tell when we reach that tomorrow.
The premise was so impressively constructed.
Yet like a streetcar that was poorly conducted.
Placed upon a pedestal that was bound to fall.
Oh dear one, how I long for thy spirit to call!
date:1/10/23
Too much enlightenment
with not enough empowerment
depresses me to feel isolated
and surrounded by self-impressed fools,
like me
or against me.
Too much empowerment
with not enough enightenment
anticipates
and advocates
and avidly endorses
narcissistic egocentrism
for my individual self
and
manically unrealistic
anthrosupremacist
Other Otherers
Super Patriarchal-Capitalist powers
against Earth's
and polycultural EarthTribe's resilient
self-organizing
health and wealth care
Long-term
indigenous wisdom potential
for healthiest RightHemisphere
felt co-empathically empowered
and wealthiest LeftHemisphere
verbally enlightened
For great grand future regenerators
of all secular ergodic
sacred synergetic
cooperatively greased relationships
Reducing trauma for squeaky,
curious
compassionate future
multiculturing secular
LeftYang diversity
inter-religious sacred
RightYintegrity
pre/re balancing generations
Of transcendent
co-invested
wealthy and wise storytellers,
co-empathically enlightened;
and cooperatively healthy
ecofeminist
history makers,
impressively co-empowered.
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
A fine maple tree, Courageously
Stands in the meadow, Beautifully
With great dignity, Impressively
In spring, emerging from its sleep
In summer, spreading its branches
In fall, displaying all its glory
A seedling full-grown, Glamorously
God’s great workmanship, Marvelously
Poetic beauty, Breathtakingly
O maple tree in your awesomeness
Artistic wonder of splendid beauty
A poetic metaphor in seasonal dress
A good lesson from the Maple Tree
That begs to transform both you and me
To live out our years, dutifully
O, for a moving of The Wind
That brings a freshness to life and
Awes the Maker of the Maple Tree
REPRESENTATION of REALITY
facing
heightened awareness
patterns
embellished
in
opulent possessions
& sumptuous attire
with
no constraints
a contemporary
accessory
in a draped
costume
tronie like
in faithful reflections
manipulated &explicit
depicted
impressively
engraved
merging
personality
in a monumental
significance
of
mature
manners
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
DUAL INTEREST
tablescopic
ephemeral
with
a
sparsity of detail
composed
collecting love
shaped
with
complexity
in a
flattened
perspective
&
a
reluctance to talk
but
impressively
determined&
original
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
On Chanukah we dreidel spin
And chocolate gelt we hope to win.
If we get Gimel ‘stead of Shin,
Let’s celebrate tonight.
We eat some latkes, oil-fried,
Which balabustas* made with pride,
With applesauce served on the side,
Our smiles sweet and bright.
At sundown as the candles glow
We tell the tale of long ago
And sing the Dreidel song we know,
Our spirits free and light.
We open presents, wrapped with care
To see the gifts well-hidden there;
With so much love for all to share,
It’s Chanukah, all right!
*impressively competent homemakers
Maybe I’m just being petty
let me state my case are you ready
When we first met your swagger
made me stagger honestly
I stammered over your use of grammar
Like a hacker who was
attacking with your rap....
Your words were so deadly....
Such a clever endeavor
whenever your around
a bearer of wealth and treasure
leaving me bound
Silently you’d sit,
yet righteously you’d come back violently
leaving those who tried you, lifeless
Your very vibrancy excitedly delighted me
How they would think themselves majorly
Lol but truthfully only minor league
Always hittin what you were spittin
don’t you agree
We were a dynasty
I say that modestly
Always being the talk of society
we were their delicious tea
Over time now I wonder
do you still notice me
Or perhaps Im just too devoted see
I’ve promoted my motive endlessly
Lowered my guard just a poetess,
writing poetry
Noted all the unknowns graciously
As I’m steadily trying to
write impressively
Countless pieces I bring in
a myriad unnoticed seriously
So curiously am I petty?
You got me
I guess that’s it
point, blank, period
that’s the tea
“Destiny” implies
a controlling external force -
the random positioning of planets in solar orbit,
or the mysterious machinations of a spurious spirit in the sky -
both impressively improbable and laughably unlikely.
Occam’s razor slashes!
And free will is the last rational refuge standing...
September 14, 2020
Thoughtlessly formed and impressively spoken
by a naive and dreamy-eyed youth,
they floated and billowed until they collided
with an ugly reminder called truth.
Then, overwhelmed by superior power,
they plummeted wildly to earth.
Victims of time and demands of the real world,
they failed to establish their worth.
What does a middle-aged dream-maker do
when his last youthful fantasy dies?
He worries and labors, complains, and wipes teardrops,
dreams new dreams, and watches them rise.
This time, more aware of reality's boundaries,
he'll plan more and lower the skies.
July 30, 2020
entered in the Completely New (15) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
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