Upon my conscious, above
My conscious,
September lingers over
Like a leaf refusing to fall–
From the tree.
January calls for
New beginnings,
February grants a kiss;
May bells release the children,
And august brings us back,
Again.
But September–
Refuses to fall from the tree.
The wind cannot rustle these leaves,
And when it blows,
The silence grows stronger;
Blows,
Blows,
And September grieves
But–
Refuses to fall from the tree.
Change is prominent,
Good, ineluctable,
And yet.
Grasp me and drag me
Through the rakes,
Piled high,
With every other individual
Who's conscious stagnates
Beneath september,
Still green on the branch.
I want to drag it down with me!
Wind blows,
September rustles–
History, unlike myself,
Cannot change.
But I can, and will,
Fall from the tree.
I danced on a herbaceous woodland tree
Twirling, swirling and swaying merrily.
In rain and wind, I remained tension free,
Accepting the vagaries of nature verily.
With Autumn’s arrival, I have grown pale.
As the season’s chilly blasts veer around,
I fear I might lose my balance as I am frail.
Anytime, I might tumble down earthbound.
I am ready to accept my ineluctable fate.
Like a falling star, I see my end near.
When I lose my grip, my fall who can abate?
Anytime I will land on earth, borne in the airy bier.
I must give back the earth what was once mine.
Singing my swan song, I will enter that holy shrine.
at the edge of the cliff,
she stood
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness,
hair wind swept
flawed….?
damaged?
the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance
never knowing there’s poison
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
consumed without flame
in the heat waves of life
an escape is ineluctable
to cover a secret kept…!
SWISH….!!!
the water below parted noisily
sloshed up…
but the tug was fierce.
down,
down
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!
High-brow met low-brow
Arrogance was predictable
unsurprisingly ineluctable
~ thoroughly unelectable
at the edge of the cliff,
she stood,
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness
hair wind swept.
flawed….
damaged?
the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance,
never knowing there’s poison,
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
in the heat waves of life
consumed without flame
yes, an escape ineluctable!
perhaps more to cover a secret…
SWISH….!
the water below parted noisily,
sloshed up… but the tug was fierce.
down, down….
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!
World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike at times,
Discern that's a puissant canon of nature.
When grievance mounts the golden throne,
When relation twists into tears,
When desires wrench into agony,
Never hell bent to confide suicide
For those troubles proceed the incredible comforts that follows
Alike the precession of hell heretofore the heaven.
Whenever melancholic flash haunts you
And coerce you to confide suicide,
Think no other than thy indulgent mother
Who lugged you almost a year in her belly
And who raise you up, with vacant scars
Physically and mentally, all well sound.
She never raise you up, to entertain thy death unnatural and astound,
She just raise you to live a life
And amend world into a ameliorate place to dwell in,
Life is a precious douceur of God
And thy mother is a God in human form,
So let's say no to suicide in all tastes of life.
---
I am the ghastly red face consigned upon a black canvas. The capacity of my hands become quite knavish tricks with minacious intent. I am the ineluctable doom the will run down your way like trailing clouds of lightning. I drink your blood and I feast on your skin.
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart
Eco collapsing background
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman
She has a set of kick ass legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background
The only immolated truth
HER TIME
ill- dated she thought
ill-humored her birth brought
ill-omened her race
ill-starred her pace.
Through thick hide
Though beffudled
Hard-boiled she remained
Her bright future is imminent.
Ineluctable is her fate
Bridled by unknown
Blithe she ever has been
Awaiting a pleasant futurity.
An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem © 2021
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart
Eco collapsing background
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny
Ocean’s apart odd people aside mess
with her smile and ill mess with your day
Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman
She has a great set of legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Mess with her smile and ill mess with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background
The only immolated truth
in the
ineluctable
grasp
of an
eye's
blink
the years
of praying
lonely
terrifying
vulnerable
oh,
the agony --
the verdict
life or
death
the
pendulum
swings
under this gray suburban sky
if my heart will be made of stone
I swear, it will be pumice stone
it will float
over resentment and disaffection
over boredom and illusion
over anger and incomprehension
over discrimination.....
if my heart will be made of stone
my body will be the water where it will float
.......................
sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
lo giuro, sarà pietra pomice
galleggerà
sopra il risentimento e la disaffezione
sopra la noia e l'illusione
sopra la rabbia e l'incomprensione
sulla discriminazione .....
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
il mio corpo sarà l'acqua dove galleggerà
...................
bajo este cielo suburbano
si mi corazón sera de piedra
lo juro, sera piedra pómez
y flotará
sobre resentimiento y desafección
sobre aburrimiento e ilusión
sobre la ira y la incomprensión
sobre la discriminación .....
si mi corazón sera de piedra
mi cuerpo sera el agua donde el flotará
Marco Bo
PREDICTABLE SCHMICTABLE!
There’s one thing assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, in time unfurled
With less predictability, more disarray
Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And there are some of us with compulsion to act
And resist ineluctable chaos and spin
But imagine the converse some might choose to hold
Each atom predictable in a neat stack
Every instant in utter precision pre-told
And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac
There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on!
Could I have some more predictability sure
I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone
And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door
But then what of the thrill when we once get it right
No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free
The uncertainty principle kept within sight
Will give us some relief from that old ennui
So join with me to now go forth boldly and say
A perfected predication with no adverse
Minute portion of spices of disarray
That alternate bland menu could be but a curse
2 December 2019
BLESSED DISARRAY!
There’s one thing that’s assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, time unfurled
Or in other words there will be more disarray
Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And there are some of us with compulsion to act
And resist ineluctable chaos and spin
But imagine the converse some might choose to hold
Each atom in total controlled and neat stack
Every instant with utter precision pre-told
And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac
There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on!
Could I have some more predictability sure
I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone
And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door
But then what of the thrill when we once get it right
No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free
The uncertainty principle kept in our sight
Will give us some relief from that old ennui
So join with me to now go forth boldly and say
That perfection unlimited with no adverse
And no portion of spices of disarray
That alternate bland menu could be but a curse
zealous woozily throbbing
quintessentially narcotic
karaoke humble ecstasy bubbling
yawningly vibrantly
singing praises motivates
ineluctable fancy caparisoned
zestfully whooping tellingly
quaking novel kindles
heartfelt essence
blubbering yipping vocalizations
sincerely pronouncing
myriad jubilant gleefulness
describing absolute x2c
unbridled rhapsodic
obeisance loosening
inimitable fabulous communication
zeroing wakened tremendous pleasure
marinating joie de vivre
gurgling dynamically aspiring xylem
unstoppably roiling
overtly liberal fawning calculus
zinging wordy tome
proclaiming motive jangling
glorifying divine adulating
x uber rants obediently liberating
inducing fantastic crowing zestfully
warbling tenderly quiet nursing kingdom
harkening enjoyment bestirring
x unnumbered remarks
outlining linkedin impressiveness
from crocheting zany way
this poet marries juxtaposed grammar
describing atypical xfinity urging requiem
oozing libation inside
fleshly corporeal Zen wordsmith thyself
questioning messenger's (mine) jabbering
gets decoded accurately.
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