Molly maid in her stand for kids
Rattled the establishments cold line
2020 she said its wrong to mask
Young srudents in creative time
There is no science to prove its worth
Yet much to tell carbondioxide grinds.'
The waste of the lungs drawn back in
To damage health.' Every breath each time.'
And but a ploy, a gesture only.'
Caused division, and made kids lonely
Also lockdowns hit mental health
Drove down learning, it seemed so phony
Instead of causing mass immunity.'
Mad measures worked against all bodily
Continuity, to weaken en'mass was all it
Could ' and to achive better its known we
Should, seek exposure as millenia have proven
Balance elements and vitality against each ill
For sickness will come and they will go, our bodys
Are designed to compute; the very best defence.'
Why (didn't we know.?)
Novelist Charles Kingsley
into the children's novel was he
Though a true romantic
verse also made him tick
Bard, happy new life time;
Dance cheerfully as bells chime!
Author Kingsley Amis
also gave poetry his literary kiss
Ever an enemy of pomposity
as in his light verse we see
Fifteen minute utter cohesion exists
Selene umbra shielded is dust kissed
Coinciding of inland and coastal discs
Earth Moon orbit drawn in magnetism
Spherical cycled symmetry, safety given
Invisible fingers tap tunes to their rhythm
Red emits forbidden midnight miracle
Hottest wanton, dual crossing elliptical
Helios wavelength cottons moon's spool
26th May 2021
Aus will have prime view of blood super moon
Eclipse tonight
One month post
Kissing Kingsley
Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
Soles step intrepid on spongy moss
Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed
Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss
Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres
Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing
Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints
22nd April
To Kingsley
Now, he is fed up with his rubber pistol,
Irrepressibly itching for Hard Metal:
To every onlooker crystal clear
That Kingsley has drowned his fear
Of spraying bullets 360o degrees
And blood stains bestowing a black grease.
Whom we should reproach I knew all along,
For Kingsley’s now roguish eyes and song;
For I had his doting daddy warned
Against having a bull belatedly dehorned:
The folly of over-exposing him to toys
That would yield only Satan’s joys:
The slim chances of Kingsley’s young mind
Rightly guessing that he’s spiritually behind;
If it wasn’t some tasty, beefy meat
A special mind-blowing chocolatey treat
If not, milky juices you won’t find in town
Crispy wafers no one can turn down
If it wasn’t some eye catching software
About under-cover operations revealing a snare;
Some costly cell phones for men of title
And this GODDAMNED rubber pistol!
in sheer panic mode
"kingsley" rips up the sofa
oh no! bad doggie!
Date written: 07/06/2020
-dedicated to and inspired by Awoh Kingsley-
To define a friendship
Is to define each element held in a grand sea
The moments shared between the water and the single fish
The seaweed coursing in the shallow
Sinking in the deep
Through trust two can prosper
And even be happy
But when mistakes are made
Trust becomes a demand
A weapon to test each other
Trust allows that seaweed to flow
Trust can also allow the currents to bury them
Without openness that trust will falter
Like an underwater volcano
Holding all the fire in
It is bound to explode
And though water will cool it somewhat
There’s no telling how long the next explosion will take
A friend should not take his time calculating that
Instead allow words to flow
Like the gills of a fish
Allowing water in and out
Cooling and moderating forever
Filtering the bad into good
Above all, love must reign
For friendship cannot grow without it
Without love
There would be no elements in the sea
The sea would be a bottomless pit
Of nothingness
Endless Chase
Dreams broken
Anthills of fear lurking
Failing forward
Nothing to lean on
The walls crack
Sorrows rack
Musing dryness
Patience
Paling
Oceans of nothingness travailing
Hopelessness hatching
Triggers pulling
Death beckoning
Casket lower
Thresholds folding
Priest dusting dust
Vanity looming
Eternity an endless chase...
Written by Awoh Kingsley
Tears from The East
Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes in the midst of
innocency
Arrogant mob mocking her tears
Justice jugging in the jungle
She is
Killed for no just cause
Nature stood aloof
As she groan and moan
Mother weeps endless
Father failing
Desert wailing
The ugly sun in the middle east bleeds
for freedom
Freedom trapped by devils in power
Religion masking and muting our
voices
Today, we weep for Ramata
Written Awoh Kingsley
Zombies
She left her head in the town
Look at her headless body floating in sky
She said the day is cruel and rude
But the night is her neighbour
I saw her skeletal brain sipping blood like
a juice
With her maggot-infested teeth charing
babies
Dusting the flesh from the bone
With her arrogant claws crying for more
If you think she is a devil because she has
lived in hell
Watch! Your intestines shall be her next
meal
Last night, i saw her devouring the state
law
Defending the rights of her fellows zombies
She is outraged at the system
Zombies got no rights, said the jurists
Well, now the ghosts are in town
Defending their rights
Ravaging and feasting on the government
heads
Clawing and clubbing bodies
Eating in the pool of human blood
A harvest of carnibal
A harvest of anger
We are not the Maya
We are the zombies
We are fictions
We are real
Watch, as i east on your flesh tonight
Written by Awoh Kingsley
Free style
Fire travailing and traveling
Lies basking behind
Sorrows burrowing my bones
Empitiness dueling sleeplessness
Vain expectations looming
Kith and kins nagging
Heaven's gate silence
Prayers turn thorns
Tide and time tumbling
Girls gnashing
Money mocking
A wise man of Gotham
Lost in the bin
Looking and lulling
Head empty
Bed bugs bagging
Streets streaming
Echoes hanging in the air
Kisses chasing
Two look at two
Heartbroken, tears conquered
Smile restored
Tomorrow is gone
Today is now
Sex is stupidity
Pleasure is vain
Death is glory
Poverty is honour
Growth a trap
Reality is perception
Who are you
Am just a freestyle
Written by Awoh Kingsley
*the pattern of the above poem is a
freestyle...written when i was depress and
confuse.
8th Jan, 2013
A Letter to
My Ana:
I lay my
heart
before
your altar
this day
Use it a
sacrificial
token to
bedwet
your
imagination
Take this
pieces of
my
emptiness
as an
unbriddled
bread
baked in
sorrows
Forgive my
righteous
mind of
the
unspoken
sin
I cheated
and
betrayed
the santity
of our bed
I lay with
that scarlet
lady late in
the dark
I dangled
my
stupidty in
her
bossom
Dancing
between
her thighs
Fooling my
ego in her
temple
Tilling my
tails
inbetween
her
arrogant
moves
I lost my
rationality
for a
pleasure
Now i
journey on
a highway
to the
grave
I did it
when the
lamps
were mute
and the
lanterns
wicks gone
My
righteous
heart
drowns in
guilt
Insomania
betrays my
eyes
Please,
Take this
dying
heart as a
token,
Breath
afresh on
it that my
soul may
gain rest
and
pardon in
the
beyond...
Tell my
unborn
child that
am gone
to
nowhere...
Awoh
Kingsley
*well the
above
piece is a
fiction...just
my heart
playing
round my
poetry
mind.
The Ghost Town
My limps were in town
But my head was in a coffin
Like a terror i float in the dark
Feasting with flesh
Charing bones
Stiring and steaming fears
We are of the dark
We own the dark world
Always scared of the sunlight
Never shall mankind take our place
In the bath-tub of blood is our haven
We are scared of the crucifix
We are scared of the sons of God
But we shall hold sway as long as they
feast in ignorance
They walk and tumble in ignorance
Their ignorance is our gains
The town belongs to us
Pending when Shiloh comes....
Awoh Kingsley...
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