Long Arch Poems
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Are you symbolic gesture that
summons strange new lands?
A magnetic vortex adjoining,
spaces between, with frequency
band.
What gives you the office to officiate journeys,
advertising your prowess
like a slippery judge-attorney.
Jury at a trade show, bending attentions,-
threshold.
Sprawling out like a rainbow on Earthen gurney
-then,
standing like a giant hero
midstride into miracle.
Doorway?
Mystical?
What gives you the Authority?
Is it Spiritual?
Metaphysical?
Like an antenna wed to the Earth,
morphed into a wedding ring yourself;
what gives
you the anointing to do both?
Christen, glisten and weigh the berth.
Only the Lord, only.
Plus, He listens, He knows our hearts,
and gives YOU all your power of
ceremonial worth.
You are a fraud, masquerading
as a Golden Eye of God peering through a window.
Give the credit where it is due and bend the knee.
Carnival slideshow.
They’re taking down that blasted name – Hurrah, hurrah!
That only J.F.K. should claim – Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let’s hear it for that gutsy judge
To order removal of that smudge.
Maybe things will start to crumble and crack,
Helping life to go back…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
We’d need ten billion ants to march – Hurrah, hurrah!
To scale that planned horrendous arch – Hurrah, hurrah!
The public hates it; so do I
And even Abe Lincoln is heaving a sigh.
Maybe Dems will block it.
We do not need such a sham to proceed…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
And next the ballroom should be stopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The funding from the Feds has flopped – Hurrah, hurrah!
The private donors, in cahoots,
Will chip in as they lick his boots
And the gilt will glisten,
Losing us class when the guests will amass…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
The bottom line is we are stuck – Hurrah, hurrah!
With a person in charge who’s run amok – Hurrah, hurrah!
And my fingers are crossed that his would-be crown
Will, along with his name, soon be taken down
And we’ll march and cheer and
Fill every street to applaud his defeat…
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom
Thin stilts between earth and heaven
bend into a arch of tossed dusk
reflecting amiable strains
fleeting weeds embrace...
fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs
twirled in a bun settling on the
nape of windblown curtains; a night
arriving bears cupped hands ready
to tuck a blanket of rhinestones, much
like stars moving from one house
to another...
and life flashes by as endless travelers
floating in azure tour the hours in an imperial
journey, rising and falling with the
kneads of rocks and moss: throughout
the aroma of glazed seasons, flowers
close and open the hesitant hearts of
men and gargoyles;
that always, fire of rainstorm changes
to sunlight, black ravens to crickets, spite
to nobility—desiring only
the music of love’s flight for being,
if only to understand the wonder of this world.
Earth, Fire, Water, Wind Contest
INFANTRY
At alert all day,
Waiting for the Marshal's orders,
To move into position against the foes,
Disintegrating into companies,
To launch their campaign.
Day and night on the battlefield,
Bullets raining the sky,
Reinforcements and air supports engaged,
Soldiers left hoping to come back alive,
But many died on the battleground,
And others injured,
Sacrificing their lives at the altar of victory.
As a sniper,
I said to a fellow soldier
''God gave me a special gift,
Made of fine instrument of warfare,
If He was to put me and my sniper riffle,
Anywhere up to and including a mile,
A mile to the arch enemy,
With a clear view of sight,
Pack your bags young men,
War is over''.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019,JAN 29 {whatsapp 07061816037}
No qualms how you treat me; I'm just too soft,
And I've got lofty kindness, I'm patient.
But why? You me so hard and so much off,
And leave me ill as a constant patient.
Like I never deserve any fairness?
Or was my day cursed as from birth?
From much liquor, you're of extreme highness.
What's it worth then, if living is for death?
No season to believe any reason,
It's all chaotic dilemma and pain.
you life! For every past mal-season;
What's good to loose all good, would my soul gain?
you agent of , darn and you fate!
If I'm tested too sore, then what is faith?
-Arch Micheal-
#ArchWrites
#Life
Greedy vine spirals smother monoliths
Spider fern moss, fairy forest vertical
Soaks in secrets, promise admonished
Water trawled crevice, creek cervical
Church canopy arch angel honours
Wing finger cool fires praise prancing
Laser selects sections, bark polished
Licked by flitting demure madonnas
Eight afore taped to trees keen tropical
Each fresh capes the chapel innocent
Suckers strung hearts hung over tendrils
Hundred year hardness rots, wet spent
Mighty trunk rips open room charcoal
Doorway discloses disaster clandestine
Bluebeard’s bride wives winding sparkle
Shon hopeful on nymph number nine
3rd of July
Daintree Dancing
I would rather hear the sound of water gushing from the rocks
Than to hear his deceitful voice whispering in my ears
I would rather listen to the birds singing in the trees
Than to listen to his ruthless words echoing around the world
And making mischief in the underworld
The Gods has redeem me from this dreadful storm
And has given me another chance
I can hear their voices loud and clear and I have nothing to fear
Evil men who have taken innocent lives
stand naked and bare in front of the blood stained throne
with blood spilling all around
I anchored my chair on top of rock in the middle of the riverbed
and gazed at the trees that form an arch way above my head
The water flows harmonious around me
While the branches praises the Gods who are protecting me
The water makes music in my ears
And the trees with their prolific energy
wave their branches in the sky and rejoice in the grand jubilee
The sharks have disappeared
and I held on to something strong and divine
I have mastered the art of humility
And I can feel the presence of God besides me
The river is stronger than the soul of man
And water is healing and cleansing for the land
It washes the dreadful dirt and grime away
So that I can find a quiet place to stay
I gazed at the road carved out at the bottom of the river
Looking at the pebbles lying quiet and still
It is leading me to a path where someone has once lived
Oh mother river you have revived my soul
And has rescued me from the ghastly black hole.
Lately these days before i wake
My arch enemy tries to decide my fate
....
But i wont let him in
Sleep seeps away
Tired are my veins
But i wont give my soul away
Not now. Not anyday
Here i am
Im going to stay
...
"There are monsters in my head. On my walls. Under my bed."
-Before the dawn
Never going to perish never going to fade
My love i will not break
They can tempt me but by you i am stricken
Your glow covers me in rays
To hell with the fakes
They can burn in the firey lake
Here i am
The warrior of body mind and soul
And here i stay
I am no fool
They just got slayed
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In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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In Marked Territory
Midnight tightly clasps the darkness,
Like a wounded heart,
In between topaz edges of twilight
And pastels of first light.
Jealous of its cosmos
Shoos away the master of the day
Turning the face of the daystar
To other skies
To claim small hours.
Guardian of vanishing infinities
Speaks
Indigo borders
For moonlight
Moonbows
And wishes on the first brave star
Where waves of the galaxy
Break
Over unseen edges of stellar sands.
Lit only by celestial lanterns
Enchanter
Conjures sovereign spells
Declaring jurisdiction over platinum roses
And
Lover’s sighs
That wax then wane under polar stars.
Night rules this welkin magic,
A sorcerer hiding a book of spells,
This realm under the starry arch
The moonrise
The nebulae decorating the firmament,
Where gravity hems in epiphanies.