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Unsure of the wisdom of getting married that day,
the young woman stood in the garden
of her groom-to-be.
Rarely entirely confident of any big decisions,
she trembled underneath
her beautiful white sequinned wedding gown.
She pondered and pondered,
but anything bad that entered her mind
had barely any weight
compared with all the good of the man she loved!
Suddenly her gaze fell upon the rose bush.
Although it was early November,
one passionately red rose still bloomed there,
tall and poised – ready for romance!
As if by fate, a brilliantly red cardinal
alighted nearby the rose and cocked his tiny head at her
as if mocking her for her foolhardiness.
She recalled that seeing a cardinal meant good fortune,
Smiling then, she turned enthusiastically,
headed for wedded bliss.
Jan. 6, 2023
For Brian Strand's the 'SECOND CHANCE ' Poetry Contest
Off to Kaduna my mind flies,
Off to Zaria my soul first alighted,
Gently ! Gently !! Gently !!!
Echoes the man behind the wheel.
He trudges on day-dreaming
Concerned not about our hues over cries
His pace was like that of a snoring bush pig.
We yawned , jawed but move up
Our faces full of displeasure
The Lagos lady banker took him up
As Alhaja and Alfas added flavour
Can he ever gear up even without bump?
Nothing changes his old leopard nature
I tried spice it up when I woke up
But to the face of him I met no favour
As he shrug off, and belt up
He returned to his snail-crawling seizure.
At the abysmal of his mind
He must be feigning fulfillment
Cat-walking at a speedometer of a tortoise
Fast like an archaic “Loko” train.
To the driver whose forehead reads . . .
And whose lips echoes endlessly
“Its better to be late than to be a late”
For a Life is duplicated not
Nothing is as sweet as cat walking
Snail-pacing in all sojourns.
Alayande Stephen. T
1.10am
21st ,July, 2006.
En-route my way to an NCP meeting in
Kaduna, the luxurious Marcopolo boarded
Merely cat walked all thorough.
Tiny little glittered droplet
mingling the inner ear
of a heart protected by armlet
of a puzzle that never fear
doves flying in solitude freedom
caught the eye of a kid hence
followed the dove in random;
shuttered th' lost being sense
alighted th' dove an lazed e're
curiously th' kid looked hence
in th' eyes of th' bird an fur
hushed in him thou felt tense;
alike he felt th' bird
an suddenly felt dense
Finally th' kid were heard
from a dove thou soft
cured him an purred
shocked his face was doffed
joyfully beaming a cry
how doth never said goodbye
an flee where th' other's lie
escaped th' kid from th' spy
an let thy heart take his eye;
hiked he for days alone
searching for thou only friend;
a journey was then a hint
of life an many other precious gifts
given by nature to a kid
Feeling again
Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void
demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when
moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity
This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless
mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated
mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow
One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters
turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction
appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise
at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river
flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags
and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black
Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted
when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms
once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched
to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings
intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness
they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture
Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons
from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees
in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds
09th July 2016
A GENTLEMAN IN THE NIGHT :
She sat alone, in a dress of ivory silk.
Beneath the stars, sparkling
like the white wine
shared at the party.
Her mind drifted gently
like the leaves that fell from
the late autumn trees
in the park nearby.
She turned her gaze heavenward
and felt the soft breeze,
uplifting, cradle her chin
in her warm hands.
The gentleman had made a promise;
by the stroke of midnight,
that she await at this very spot,
for his descent.
How handsome he had been,
his slender fingers caressing her back,
as they danced, entranced,
the music guiding them.
He whispered his instructions
in her ear, so soft...
Under his power, she obeyed.
Bringing her here, to wait.
Her luscious locks swayed,
moving with the wind,
just as she had moved with him;
A shadow.
Out of the murk he strode.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
She swooned pre-emptively,
awaiting his embrace.
As he drew from beneath his cloak,
it glinted, but why?
The precious moonlight reflected,
both in her eyes, and in the steel.
The reflection only momentary;
his blade, dulled by lavish burgundy,
and her eyes,
dulled by the embrace of death.
She sighed softly, nary a sound,
as he embraced her one final time,
whispering to her his farewell.
She smiled, and slipped into the ether.
They found her come morning.
A single rose alighted upon her lifeless form.
The gentleman had struck once more.
And disappeared into the night.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
At the Planetarium, I saw them.
All alighted in the sky. I couldn't count them even if I tried.
Beautiful and shimmering, the beauty of diamonds in the sky.
Oh, what God has done such a merciful one. No beauty can behold it.
No one can make or copy. It's just as He has made it
and I appreciate it. So, the only place I can see the miracle in the sky.
The cloud has covered up the sky. And I wish that by and by
I can see it with the naked eye. There's so much to see out in
space nothing can take its place. A raw of shimming light, that
greet the days and the nights.
Have you ever stopped to think, we're just one link to this vast universe?. We're so busy running around. We don't take the time
to appreciate what God has made. Shame on us for it can be
all gone.
But I think it's time to do, take a trip to the Planetarium too
And see the wonders of our world. That's made for me and you.
THE LOST GIRL
THE FOREST GREW MORE SINISTER AND DARK
SHE ALONE IN THE DARK WITH THE UNIMAGENABLE PLACE
THE CLOUDS ARE STRANGERS NOW TO HER
HER SOILS ARE APART FROM HER FAR FAR AWAY
THE EXISTENCE OF HER IS NOW INCOMPLETE
SHE IS ALONE AND SCARED ENOUGH TO CALL THE DEVILS
THE TREES WERE MOCKING HER ALOUD NOW WITH THEIR TENTACLES
ABOUT TO ATTACK NOW THE INNOCENT LOST GIRL
THE SKIES ARE RUTHLESS ,ABOUT TO SHOWSER RAIN OF TERROR
HER SOLES ARE GIVING UP TO THE ROUGH TRAIL
HER BODY IS WEAK ENOUGH FOR LONG DAY SLEEP
BUT IT IS NIGHT OF HORRIBLE TERROR
TERRORING HER TO THE FAITH AND BENEATH
ASKING THE LOST ONE TO GIVE UP BUT
BUT IS TO RUSTLE THE WHISPERING SINISTER WINDS WITH GUTS
THE NIGHT ONLY BECOMIMG MORE GROOMING NIGHT
MELONCONIC , GRUESOME AND MYSTIC
THE PATHS ARE THE AKIN TO TWISTING LABYRINTE
STICKY MUD WAS CLENCHING HER INJURED FEET
THE SCRUBS WERE MAKING THEIR MOST INCREDIBLE ART ON HER BARE FACE
THE DARK CLOUDS WERE ABOUT TO SHOWER THEIR DEVILISH WATER
THE COLD MIST WAS MORE OBSCURING HER LITTLE VISION
THE SUN WAS NOT IN HURRY TO ASURE HER THE WAYOUT
BUT THE ONE GLIMSE OF LIGHT FAR FAR AWAY IN THE HORIZON ALIGHTED HER UP
SHE RAN TO CATCH IT WITH ALL HER REMAING ENERGY TO FIND THE EXIT FROM THE DEVILISH FOREST
PLAESE LIKE SHARE AND COMMENT
A young girl
with brown hair
braided back
holds before
her a parasol
striped in two shades of blue
At her neck is
the lacy collar of
an elegant long-sleeved
Ivory colored blouse
Seen in profile
her face is turned
slightly
downward
as if she is
in quiet reflection
Behind her
is sky light blue
but directly
in front of her
is the expanse
of a large cloud
enveloping half the sky
Four white butterflies
seem to dance
behind her
One beige butterfly
and a small blue one
have alighted on her
bell-shaped beige skirt
swept outward
That skirt is an upside
down lily
floating above
ground,
for her entire
lower body
has become the flower
which has lifted
toward sky and cloud!
The maiden
hovers above
blue dandelion-like blooms.
I imagine her f l o a t i n g off
into her own
imagination,
for she is as light as
the fluff of the
strange blue dandelions
which I can imagine
blowing away
with puffs
of my breath
and
a wish
I dreamt that you were there,
In a haze, I could see your familiar face
The sun providing a spotlight for our awe-drenched moment
As I drew near,
Your features became more and more clear
You were smiling from ear to ear,
Like an angel fragrant and bright,
My soul beamed like an on-switched light
And we were so close to bonding edges
So close to each other’s face
I was captive in your touch
And yet I felt fully free
I saw your alighted lips
Curved, smooth and pining
As if they had waited for the moment I would find them
And how they trembled with joy and longing
As they took their inevitable, suspenseful plunge
Two lips leaped and landed like panthers on the prowl,
Magnetic, crazed and ruthless
Made for this moment
I cannot fathom the strength I received,
Kissing those celestial lips…
He was drinking in all of my sorrows
In the sacred force of our impact
I felt his struggles he bore,
Ball and chain-
Though I did not feel burden or pain
I felt his purpose in his moist embrace
The cuddle of dew and rosebud,
The glow of this thumping heart
I felt him release the reigns of life’s blisters
For the conjoining of our truth
In the kiss of wholesome bliss,
He wrapped his arms around me,
Tremulous and tight
Caressing and knowing every spot needing light
Eternal moments passing in our sweet blend,
Tenderly, his voice,
With comfort and assurance,
Knighted by cream-lit clouds
His voice, a deep bell scooping water from a wishing well
Pertinently held my ear in trance:
“This is the part where we never let go…”
. . .
When I woke from the dream,
I realized we were embracing always,
Since the day of our union
My eyes became wise,
And I knew that I never let go of him
Not once, not ever...
An unusual pair, yes,
Like vines to a gargoyle
Though eternal too
For the gargoyle’s eyes never blink
For fear of missing the most
Her cold-stoned exterior senses the vine’s bold hold
Feeling and bearing his thorns forever…
Clad in the ornaments of each other
Warmed and invigorated by the sun
Roots steadied as bark hugged my foundations,
No thought of criticism’s evil eyes of lust,
My mind and body comforted in adulations,
In humankind and gentle tenors did I trust;
No god to devoid me of light and meaning,
My essence laughed and yet still asked to be expressed,
All my limbs, arms and two legs, juiced in feeling,
And my spirit did not then need to be dressed.
I was respected by my opportunity which alighted,
Into my night, swept up my distance with its heart,
And my new relationships listened and delighted,
In my determined effort, my awkward leap and dart;
I was filled with regality, drenched in truth,
I had felt so parched of water in my youth.