Long Amity Poems
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To Atbin.
Another flick, a spark,
Once more awakened the past
Illustrating memories
Are alive and always last.
I recall your visage with
Its veins, its charm, and grace
Some invisible griefs,
Behind of that bony face.
Your tender artistic look,
At a silly Rubik’s parts,
Made your endless affection,
dwell in our empty hearts.
You were our J. Keating of
Weir’s ingenious mind
And that "Remembrance Fest"
That you held: one of a kind.
To our liveliest friend,
We had toasted, and cheered
But I saw a bloody band
On your thin wrist appeared.
You smoked and you spoke,
With your own personal tone:
"A dead soul would never need,
All of these; to be well known,
Look at the living, hey kiddo!
And cherish their real worth.”
I stared at the white band:
Accessible, open source…
I thought it should be a band,
You could have tied it with care
Upon a pretty girl’s
Glowing and blonde hair.
Not as a merciless rope,
Tight around the skinny neck
But just like the sign of love,
Danced by the wind in a lake.
Hey, my friend! don’t frown,
Let me exactly define,
Not a regret for the dead,
But as an amity sign.
Non Human Sensate Beings Linkedin, Sans Omnipotent Bonds
Extant latent forcefields transcend
across avast panoply multitudinous biosphere
scads of diverse living entities
innately born with
inherent capacity to care
embedded within cellular
pith and marrow,
sans plethora of unlike those
pesky conniving Facebook organisms,
the former declare
affinity, not only
each among their
own divergent species,
(but even among
disparate dissimilar cohabitants
on planet Earth genetically embedded
with unique potential to engineer
unprecedented feats encompassing
inexplicable ability to forge fair
lee sharing recognized quintessential
pronounced emotive displays clear,
lee offering, kindling... robust amity
legion between distinctly
obviously, and glare
ringly different life forms
unlike themselves, here
roll ding an unheeded object lesson
for *****sapiens, hell bent
somehow inexplicably bound by
dominant, important, omnipotent...
(of course except for this gent,
ha, who strives to be selflessly attendant),
and yes undoubtedly
other people cogent
against trumpeting xenophobic fervent
rants particularly against
migrants, who spent
blood, sweat and tears
forced into poverty
and misery, asper Native Americans
with deliberate intent
at genocide hundreds
of years ago (AND still)
today bedraggled indigenous
grievous national and global event,
where power hungry exploit powerless,
the latter kept bound by belligerent
hot headed racist, narcissistic,
misogynistic, egotistic...
"FAKE" prez steaming vehement
diatribes lambasting decent
folks, his oozing rabid hate doctrine
obvious enemy of freedom, versus
patriotic stalwarts, growing voice of cohorts,
who love Lady Liberty
ready to die and foment
revolution if necessary against REAL agent
provocateurs such avaricious cupidity I lament!
Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the blisters on your tired feet
Let me solemnly invite the cool sea breeze to wipe the sweat of your slaved life
Let me get the roistering rain drop to radiate a spectrum of lively colors out of your buried wishes
I went on saying...
Let me pluck the star from the magic wand in the fairy's hand to add gloss to your downcast dreams
Let me steal the amity between the young lovers to infuse passion in the fictional album of your love life.
Let me replace the spiked stones in your rocky path with jasmines and lillies.
Let me give a tea break to your body clock that has been running restlessly for ages.
She pinned her ears to all that I said
She smoothed her face showering a beam on what she heard
She shared her couch with me and offered a warm kiss on my forehead
She set to put her wishes forth after I ceased to spearhead
Her wondrous wishes astonished me
She proffered..
Give me the minute hand of your busy 24hr clock
Set aside one page of your elegant day's enthusiastic book
Sprinkle the perfume of your happiness on my tender ageing heart
Devote a corner seat in your daedalian decision room
I now realised..
All she wanted to comfort herself was..
My smile,
My happiness,
My laughter,
My success,
My glory,
My hug
and a few endearing words everyday.
Neither a crown nor a castle will make her happy
She delights your moment's attention towards her, so put aside your luring lappy.
It’s a cold December afternoon,
Four-thirty, and already dusk is upon us.
We walk side by side, like since forever,
Up the slight incline that takes us to the top of the road,
Shoes scuffling on the tarmac pavement.
Our voices chatter excitedly about the end of term and Christmas,
Each a sentient echo to the other.
Jokes, debates, and questions whizz around the air,
A zephyr of amity.
The streetlamps turn on suddenly,
Bright orange sodium bulbs of fire—
Fire that advances so slowly,
Like a curtain being drawn closed
At the end of the final scene.
Slowly, things began to change.
I no longer waited in the mornings,
And you, after school.
Oblivious, two pairs of squeaking shoes become one,
And we stopped being each other’s echo.
Looking back, I cannot explain why I didn’t do more,
Why I didn’t say more,
Except maybe I was too selfish.
It’s a cold December night;
The bleak winter darkness seems to have swallowed the world,
With not a crumb left.
I sit here, not because I love long nights,
But because I find it hard to dissolve my loneliness in daylight,
Because no matter how much I write in these pages,
I cannot keep you a moment longer.
Time has passed, and you have gone,
Like a popped balloon whose air returns to the vast world alone,
With no chance to meet again.
So let this poem be just a tribute to us:
Look at the butterfly, how it shakily flies,
Drifting beneath sunlit skies
In this cold season.
Look at the crescent moon,
How it steals the daytime bloom
And hides it in a starry tomb.
Listen to the autumn leaves,
How they whisper mournfully as the wind flees,
A tale of time that painfully grieves.
Listen to the winter snow,
How it comes and it goes,
How it hides the sobbing beneath its glow.
I call out again, but this time,
The only thing that meets my ears
Is my own voice.
Nevertheless I hope somewhere, you will hear me and remember
Us.
Together, we can push mountains;
And move them to the sea for everyone to see.
We can plow, sow, harvest, and eat together.
Together, we can shun disunion to scatter peace;
Sow amity in hearts, peace in minds, and peace around us.
We are voiceful; for us and for the voiceless together.
Together, you and I can walk farther;
Farther, we can walk valleys and climb hills.
We are a better team of winners, together.
Together, you and I can sing louder.
Our melodies can attract the land, the sea, and the sky to listen to us carefully;
And on the hill’s top, we will smile and brushoff despairs together.
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
Sisters at heart
We'll never part
Stay together
In all weather
Sharing our woes
Joys and sorrows
She is special
Love's credential
Dancing peacock
My sure, strong rock
She sees me through
My close pal true
My bestest friend
Real Godsend
Her honest view
I do value
To her, I turn
From her, I learn
Charming star bright
She sets me right
Her love and care
Is something rare
You'll hardly see
Such amity
What's between us
Is a sure plus
She is carefree
And lets me be
Peacock and bear
The bond we share
We understand
Like sea and sand
We're of one mind
She's a true find
10.23.2020
(4 syllables each line)
(Dedicated to my best friend, Meenu)
For Regina McIntosh's "From the heart" contest
The Visit
By Franklin Price
04/10/2020
Your heart is big, you took some time
To visit for awhile
So glad that you are in our lives
To bring us both a smile
You came and helped us to contend
Took illness off our mind
More than a friend, you're family
So loving and so kind
We talked about the times we had
Sang a favorite song or two
We entertained each other
Cooked a favorite meal for you
The time passed way too quickly
The visit days ran out
The memories still linger
That's what friendship's all about
Whether you are here or not
Our amity will grow
Memories, both old and new,
Are the friendship seeds we sow
We'll keep in touch by internet,
A call, a present, or a card.
Or in my case, this poetry
It's really not the hard
Thank you so much for your much valued friendship
Constrain the clatter within the soul's quiescent call
Rip the sun out of the day into night time's placid fall
To bear the bliss of calmness and peace to all
Oust the din of baneful chaos born
It strikes too deep in our marrow's reconciliation
Unprotected as a petaled rose without her thorn
Ravage such turmoil that snarls serenity
That stirs and quakes despoiling amity and harmony
For the tree that falls uprooted is at rest with amenity
This life's river flows seeking to rest in quiet solitude
Ebbing to its everlasting surge into its cleansing trough
A contented cistern of ease of heart and sweet gratitude
So soft and unadorned the tireless repose liberates
To golden plains of gentle calm
Renewing our spirit's compass - our essence of faith
So sit, be still to meditate on the banks of humility
Transpose the eminent heart of a newborn's unburdened possibility
Breathe sighs of joy for those who know no enemy
February 27, 2020
Pick - A - Title, Vol 14 - Tristich -Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
It is our bard's day
The eighth of May
Nay, actually
The world’s day for the second bard
For the subtle web of light and shade
Blades of grass for our mind’s eyes
The boundless sky of our psyche
Sort of haikus from the sparks
Of pains and pleasure
Of the everyday life
In amity and strife
That Rabindranath Tagore served
In a tremendous verve
Through his lyrics and libretto
Are intense and touching to any sensitive mind
The coloured bubbles made everlasting
The supple music enchanting
And all dappled in cultured sentiments
Of sorrows and merriment
Of rain and sun
Of tales done and undone
Of days begun and gone
Every nuance finding aesthetic expression
In rhythmic dance of words and phrases
From the blue water
To our dear ledges
To be enjoyed by all perceptive intellect
And in effect
Regardless of nation and culture
Loving freedom from bondage of habits and beliefs
Relief from boredom into what is handsome
With its sun-lit door
Always open towards the river
And from there
Leading you back to the shore
___________________________
May 8, 2016, Kolkata
1. Betrayal builds up with great energy
winning my man
comes with a heavy bill of cost.
The third, trying to make us two unhitched
brings out thunderous evil from a Timpani
coveting from a loved one
makes her a dipsomaniac
and not even the threat of a deadly flashpoint
will give this heavily envious heart
a strong reprimand.
Chorus
When he first came, she was the best friend
when he kissed me, she was still a friend
him shaking hands, made her our friend
too lil too late now, as I’m the friend.
2. Friend of a friend
but one heart has been scammed
a serenity watered by amity
but elsewhere loyalty works in locum.
Her good support of me was spaced aged
to make my man a heartless wrong doer.
The three now in a jackboot
is worse than a plaque.
The steam of her itchy romance
burns his instincts of adventure
to get some back door pleasures.
Chorus
When he first came, she was the best friend
when he kissed me, she was still a friend
him shaking hands, made her our friend
too lil too late now, as I’m the friend.
3. Noisy is the sound
which first started from an enjoyable bongo
he's a commoner you can pick with a coin
from a one-armed bandit
a ‘whore’ is a worthy appellation for her
my weeping heart from this divide
chunks out hatred on them
but unknown to me
in the city of love, their union
has turned out to be a principality.
Bridge x 4
You embrace me, holding her waist by the side
your mouth speaks as your heart looks the other side.
Chorus
When he first came, she was the best friend
when he kissed me, she was still a friend
him shaking hands, made her our friend
too lil too late now, as I’m the friend.