The Lilliputians are out playing ball
Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...
A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
'Cos the court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace to fight back
They're all geared up inside...
The Gulls advance; the Lillis stand firm
Unsure now, the Gulls pull up short
Their mission about to abort
The Lillis have made them squirm...
The Gullivers slowly retreat
The Lillis return to their game --
The bullies ignominious defeat
Spreads the Lilliputians' name
Categories:
lilliputians, anti bullying, basketball, bullying,
Form: Narrative
“Autumn is a second Spring
when every leaf is a flower”
Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist
WINDFALL
the wind-bell, the windflower
the sturdy gong
brisk breeze of anemones
the screen whips open
frangible leaves whisk about
autumnal bout on the deck
hollow limbs crack
oaken surrender
to pruning effect
the scent of cinnamon
mixed with aphrodisiacal pulp
in the amber-lit kitchen
lilliputians of school age
excitement of tiny twisters
scuff up mom’s playground
fatherwind tossles her hair
purple mood ring
spurs smiles to each child
8/8/2019
Categories:
lilliputians, autumn, wind,
Form: Verse
Does corruption blind intelligence,
does greed devour truth
Will intention cast the final vote,
its motives never moot
As David slew Goliath,
Lilliputians lie in wait
To bind and tie an Angels wings
—the Devil at the gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Categories:
lilliputians, angel, destiny, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Does corruption blind intelligence,
does greed devour truth
Will intention cast the final vote,
its motives never moot
As David slew Goliath,
Lilliputians lie in wait
To bind and tie an Angels wings,
—the Devil at the gate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Categories:
lilliputians, corruption, evil,
Form: Rhyme
How come Stephen,
When do you forget defence?
Why don't you hack death with your golden boot?
Do not disappoint me,
Do not let me down Keshi,
Your crown is medal-made;
Roam not with lilliputians
Whose blazer is calico
Whose utensil is mud
Whose bread is shaft and husk
Whose shelter is raffia...
But dwell among the giants
Who parade st. Joseph street in damask
And pop wine in holy Michael Crescent.
There you truly belong,
Flaunt your crown among Moses and Elijahs,
Flirt among Marys and Maras.
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult,
You are the Kilimanjaro, who can headbutt?
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult;
When the woodpecker pecks all,
Does it also peck banana tree?
Be not a pebble in any ghost's catapult,
You are the anvil, which termite can consume?
No, I will not meet you in dream,
I will not meet you in trance and vision;
Because you gave all you had,
Our tryst shall be Paradise.
Till then and for now big boss:
Head to head, chest to chest, hand to hand;
Knuckle, knuckle, knuckle.
Auf Wiedersehen !
Categories:
lilliputians, death,
Form: Elegy
People find tough decisions hard to make
But each involving choice has its reward
That supersedes the price of the sacrifice,-
A deserved prize that the soft cannot afford.
A lot of will is required to oppose
The urges that entertain the body,
The thrills that tempt the frail soul
That relishes the unprintable bawdy.
Average folks follow the urges of their simple souls
And end up chasing the wind of their brief appetites
That never outgrow the forced graces of the aging time,
And thus remain Lilliputians obsessed with petite trites.
Categories:
lilliputians, dedication, devotion,
Form: Verse
I traveled with Gulliver in his travails
Often times involving in shipwreck-
Or becoming prisoner of the Lilliputians of life.
I sailed on the ocean of life-
Getting marooned on an island called strife.
I must live; but life someday I must leave.
I thread this path with none to share in my grief
Worried that someday the planter will come to fall his tree.
Guns marching forth on the street of Glover;
Sending its victim on holiday to the cemetery at Akoka.
Speeding vehicles diving deep in the belly of the ocean
Conflagrations wailing along the neighbourhood,
Devouring what is left of the existence of man.
This death, this pain and this hopelessness-
Are the travails warped around our mortal existence-
Which to its realities we shall wake up to when we are long gone.
Categories:
lilliputians, life,
Form: Rhyme