Long Aright Poems
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M-idnight moonlight
I-s getting even brighter;
L-et it shine through the dark,
D-ay fifth silent November.
R-ay from the moonlight
E-rases the loneliness;
D-arkness has no effect, for it eliminates the fear.
C-old night's moonlight
U-nderneath the wide sky
S-hines in sheer serenity
T-hrough the lane up high.
O-ne midnight moonlight
D-enies the sad slumber;
I-t makes the dream so sweet
O-r far from nightmare.
W-ith midnight moonlight
O-n aim of comforting you;
O-pen your door to do
D-elightful walk, not in blue.
S-it beneath the calmness
O-f setting things aright;
N-ever ever turn away from midnight moonlight.
Love has taken a firm grasp of my soul,
ridding me of chill and bite of hoarfrost
Strong arms rescued me from the Winter's cold
Etched upon my heart is his name, embossed
He soothed my senses and woeful sorrows,
offered moonbeams to dispel darkest nights
Erased the reasons for my brow's furrows
Lifted me from harm and set my world aright
He drowned me in crashing tides of passion
then revived me with life's breath in a kiss
Pray, heart, keep beating in such sweet fashion
ne'er to be slain and cast in death's deep abyss.
Tender is this love through nature's seasons
with gentle reminders of heart's reasons
I've found the muse deep in the dark of night.
It comes from the enormous universe.
I long for its hidden wisdom to write.
It brings the meaning in its sparkling light.
Every wordless thought turns into a verse.
I've found the muse deep in the dark of night.
From the moon, it completes a short smooth flight.
The knowledge it holds in silence confers.
I long for its hidden wisdom to write.
Its thoughts set each wandering line aright.
In poetry, I willingly immerse.
I've found the muse deep in the dark of night.
Where will I be without its lamp so bright?
Perhaps, the words would have gone unrehearsed.
I long for its hidden wisdom to write.
Composing becomes my purest delight.
In guiding, it doesn't need to rehearse.
I've found the muse deep in the dark of night.
I long for its hidden wisdom to write.
I need a vacation
from vacation unbreaks.
Bad Friday
falls seven days after spring break begins,
Which is a break for some kids
and teachers without kids,
but not for grandpa parent me,
and my sociopathic daughter,
who needs the structure of small
specialized classrooms
to get through her most resilient day.
It feels healing to step outside
into softer breezy voices
green with overly optimistic promise
that Everythin gonna be aright.
Rain threatens
yet wide patches of sky blue
promise western horizon hope,
for now
Faith that tomorrow,
which feels unforgivingly far from Now,
yet stuck in Here,
I will wake to compassionate forgetfulness,
lack of memory
of nearly all black bleak Fridays
transpired,
de-valued by my owned
and negligently managed
lack of parental investment
in larger self/other care;
that old ego/eco-balancing
narrow-way game.
Tomorrow,
just another Saturday/Sunday weekend,
between BadFriday wounds
and rainy Monday
school day blues
and jazz dance in the garden
with a Great Turning shovel.
O happy day! Grant his desires fulfilment
And let his days be long,
His happiness be prolong
To lengthen his heart's joy
And achievements his convoy
For all dreams to live are so
Such that are bequeath in soul
Those older eyes are happy now, with memories delight
Your carefree fun
Should get you to run
Not let you keep it calm
Like the flow of psalm
Congratulations on your birthday
Hope you have gladly done it your own way
I have always wonder if humankind still got its finer voice
To mask the unbearable ignorance set on all race
Getting to know more of thy personality; your acts choice
I would rather say "you have set a line of embrace"
Man of man, swinging up and down
Friends to all, lost the flow yet never frown
O happy day! Please claim Ogunkanmi Olamide wishes aright
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
In the end, what shall become of us all?
As global warming casts its daunting pall,
Our planet pleads for care, a heartfelt call,
In unity, we must heed nature's thrall.
Overpopulation strains Earth's embrace,
Seek balance, lest our future we erase,
Through mindful choices, we find the grace,
To safeguard life, in every single place.
Racial discrimination, a blight,
Must yield to love's embrace, shining bright,
Let harmony and understanding ignite,
To heal the wounds and set all hearts aright.
Together we must stand, hand in hand,
Embracing change, a future truly grand,
With empathy and hope, we'll understand,
What in the end,
will become of us, will it be something grand?
Sarah, partner of Avraham
the strength behind Isaac
Her trademark, hospitality
her strength, spirituality
In Haran, on the way to Cana'an
scores of her visitors saw the light
There is One, only One, God in the world
Sarah and Avraham set former pagans aright
In the terebinths of Mamre
angels foretold she'd bear a son
At age 90 she could scarcely believe
that she would raise Isaac with Avraham
Yet raise Isaac she did, into a great man
As courageous as his dad, when his journey began
Isaac's Faith tested at age 37, bound up for sacrifice
Thanks to Sarah's strength, ready to pay any price
YOU KNOW
DON'T HAVE MUCH TO SAY
AND EVERYONE
KNOWS HOW i FEEL
THE POINT OF THIS
IS AN EXPRESSION
YA'LL CAN UNDERSTAND
HOW
i FEEL
SHE BROKE MY HEART
LEFT ME IN SHAMBLES
AND EVERYBODY SAY'S
THAT'S WHAT HE GETS
EVERYTHING GONE
NOBODY HERE
ALONE TALKING TO MYSELF
YOU CAN'T ANWSER
CAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
AND i DON'T KNOW WHATS NEXT
ALL i KNOW
IS SHE NEVER TOLD ME
I'M SORRY
THAT AINT RIGHT
SHE NEVER TOLD ME
I'M SORRY
YA'LL KNOW HOW I FEEL
AINT KNOIW THING TRUE
AINT NOTHING REAL
FIND YOURSELF
IN MANY SITUATIONS
LACK OF REALITY
AND PEOPLE
DON'T LISTEN TO WHAT YOUR SAYING
AINT KNOW THIS
THEY LAUGH
WITH WHAT GOING ONE
THEY MAKE A VILLIAN OF ME
TO TALK ABOUT
LIKE LOVERS SINGING A SONG
YA'LL KNOW
i'M ARIGHT NOW
SHE NEVER REALLY SAID i'M SORRY
SHE'S THAT WAY
YA'LL KNOW
SHE NEVER REALLY SAID i'M SORRY
WHATS A MAN TO DO
i'LL STOP CRYING
TO LET YOU KNOW
SHE NEVER
TOLD ME SHE'S SORRY
Playing way in grandmas pungent garden green,
Amidst sprays of scarlet marigolds and in between.
Just above me. Ah, far enough they come from.
Too high for me to reach and try to catch them.
Caterpillars turned into colorful butterflies,
Fluttering in graceful group in periwinkle skies.
My body holding me up guiding me aright,
Trying hard to catch; I hold very still in delight.
I stretch to play as they scatter and fly away.
Round, round, up, and down still with me they stay.
Oh, butterflies, can't be afraid. I mean you, no harm.
They flutter, come quite close, one lights on my arm.
It tickled as it's wings slowly goes up and down.
It didn't stay long; I didn't know if to smile or frown.
Butterflies, butterflies swarm; all different colors
Across the garden of marigolds with all the others.
10/2/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly
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A-fter the lonely night
I-s no longer staying there;
L-et the day be sunny
E-very first morn
N-ovember.
M-orning light appears
A-fter the lonely night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
S-un is shining bright.
A-fter the lonely night,
N-o more shadows around;
A-ll you see is the beacon,
D-elight is truly found.
E-vening chill has faded, after the cold lonely night;
Z-enith is now waiting for things to be alright.
C-oal clouds become white
U-nder the wide blue sky;
R-ainfall has just faded
I-nto the dark pit up high.
B-ecause of your birth, everything is set aright;
A-nother flame warms your heart, after the lonely night.