A Beacon in the Dark
© Marvelous Inker
On a stormy dark ominous night,
When sorrows prevailed and darkness shunned out light,
Imagination in her marvelous flight,
Alighted my soul with a beacon of hope,
There stood upon the very top of the bleeding mountain,
A bud that flicker like the fire of the candle wick.
Weary, scared and blurry,
The road which led to her grandiose peak looked,
In my path stood the famous Mr. Hardship adorned
With the scanty rags of doubt and fear,
With pieces of clothe from the daunting Cloak of Aunt Misery,
But time in his shocking fleet, left them behind.
A beacon in the dark,
A bud of courage and strength,
And a spark of optimism got the days going,
One day a light will shine.
Come on now all who are weary, whose life has become
a living hell,
God will make Way.
Categories:
inker, anxiety, art, courage,
Form: Free verse
Ma Jebeh's Children
They sit to Redlight, Waterside and Omega,
Selling fufu, cornflakes and meat pie,
Sometimes even crayfish and chicken thighs,
In muddy waters and messy trousers.
They have a great dream,
But their eyes are being shut from every little gleams,
They have told that putting Bible in your pocket,
Is that what you were sent for.
When one gets a chance to the Mansion,
Well he's told that the others are not his blood,
But Ma Jebeh's Children will soon break loose,
From the oppressor.
The ones who seem discerned minded,
These the oppressor kills with pleasure,
Take their wealth and make it his treasure.
-Gabriel T. Saah (Marvelous Inker).
Categories:
inker, child abuse, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
Wandering upon the Sandy shores of the ocean,
Deeply in thoughts and anticipating a bright horizon,
I think of my love.
She molds my heart with peace,
She adorns my face with smiles,
That I can only glide,
The waves tossed and turn,
On my skin the sun burns,
But all I feel is her love.
Her love is a magic carpet,
Whose ride takes me beyond the moon,
Gently as she holds my hand,
My heart throbs beneath my ribs like an antelope
that's running to a Brook for a drink,
My Endocrine system becomes more active, releasing oxytocin,
Our hearts are locked in the dawn of real love,
Tender and kinder,
Purer and brighter.
The sand can't write our stories,
The moon can't capture our moment,
No camera man can either,
For our love goes deeper in the inner most part of our bones,
From the enamel in our mouths,
To the villi in our intestines,
To the marrows in our bones,
Our love goes down.
Forever and ever and always.
A Love story cut short.
© Gabriel T. Saah (The Marvelous Inker)
Categories:
inker, love,
Form: Light Verse
Sky Flames
The general loved missiles.
He got a tattoo of one.
A big super-duper boom stick.
Boeing MX Peacekeeper ICBM.
Ten MIRV'd 335 kiloton warheads.
City killers on our heathen commie enemies.
The inker moaned like a boiler.
Huffing and puffing.
You represent evil.
You're the military industrial complex.
You're gonna wipe us all out.
And a dozen more rants.
The general sat there.
Listening and getting his tat.
Why didn't you say no, son?
You never had to do my tattoo?
What you represent is madness.
All that firepower, aimed at Russia.
Well son, that's the way the world works.
They aim their SS20s at us.
It's all madness.
Nice tattoo by the way.
I'll remember you when Reagan orders me
to order my boys to push the red button.
Categories:
inker, conflict, power, visionary, war,
Form: Verse
There once was a girl from Patchew
Who wanted a flower tattoo.
When she pulled out her rump
The artist went "thump!"
So she ended up using just glue.
Categories:
inker, art, girl, vanity,
Form: Limerick
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inker, humorous, poetry,
Form: Footle