Long Arrears Poems
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Some say
the experiences and encounters along life's paths and ways,
it's the journey that we're on,
the sibling rivalry, the parental guides in each direction gone,
from birth to death we do our best on the earthly scene
come what may in the in-betweens.
I don't see it that way despite the tears
my eyes grow more cataract in arrears
over these fading years.
This path, this life's perpetual dance,
molds and form us with our stories to be told by circumstance
is a journey full of plans and accidents unbound
love is given and is taken, is lost and in forever found
to keep us ever on the path we cast
along with earthbound spirits of the past.
I've walked it all these years in ice and fire,
teetering and tight roped on the wire
toes and feet are well worn and body tired.
Now time,
is catching up, passing by in the roadside signs
once slow and precise, occasionally on pause
takes a look back in the mirror with quiet sigh and applause
reflections of thoughts in my mind wanderings to look
telling me to be grateful for the journey and the path I took.
I have regrets, not always won
they will never be undone
forgive me each and every one.
But you
cajoling and supporting every possible view
ever by my side, my lover and my guide as time took
not once measured by directions in the book
but ever forward, bold and innocent, sinner and repentant
the path was clouded then cleared, forged unlamented.
I'm grateful for this life, of living in the day
happy to have been and still be here upon the way
what more can I say;
It's the reflection over time that lasts
bound by images and dreams refined and now passed
lives are drawn and quartered imprinted by the paths we cast.
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
The light to my life is flickering;
It shone bright for many years.
The fog around me is thickening,
But, please, spare me the tears.
I am fortunate to outlive the fears,
As long as I can lie here next to you
I’ll remember our fondest years -
As I bid you a final adieu.
The curtain falls on my final scene;
Confined to bed these last two years.
Giving plenty of time to reflect on things,
Realizing I have “Thank you’s” left in arrears.
I hope I haven’t underappreciated you, Dear;
I hope deep inside that you always knew
That I respected and loved having you so near -
As I bid you a final adieu.
I believe this is my last evening,
As I go to join my long passed peers.
I hope to be fitted with angel wings
And look down on you from way up there.
And late at night in dreams I’ll appear
To help chase away your blues.
I’ll do my best to keep your skies clear -
As I bid you a final adieu.
So, a little longer hold back the tears,
Until my last breath has finally passed through;
Hold my hand so I know you’re near -
As I bid you a final adieu.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
delivered only increased sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message via fax
to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
Pamela Relph wanted to join the army, the Royal Engineers,
Because she was funded by them for sixth form fun arrears,
But she got arthritis just when she was eighteen and keen,
And so undertook a BSc at Birmingham in physics, mean.
In 2011 she won gold at the World Rowing Championships,
With three others, her team also including Broecke, a cox,
In 3 minutes 27.10 seconds they did travel one kilometre,
To qualify for the 2012 Paralympics in London’s theatre.
She, Riches, Smith and Row pulled the boat through wave,
Along the river at Eton Dorney to win gold in their conclave,
And they retained their title at the 2013 World’s in August,
But with a new team, as medical ills did make Smith bust.
There they took gold again ahead of Italy and South Africa,
This time faster, 3 minutes and 16.12 seconds to plaster,
And then in 2014 with one new crew mate in Grace Clough,
The team successfully won gold again at the World’s bough.
So as a result of that they will compete in the 2016’s, Rio,
And Relph is an MBE as of 2013’s New Year Honours row;
Her sister Monica, who’s a GB rower in the Senior Squad,
Got her into rowing originally, where she’s now like a god!
How could I have forgotten?
Why did it go blank?
What was I twisting with?
Did my mind travel without me?
Why did my memory fail me?
It was her day … December 3rd
I rang her first thing in the morning
Chatted . . . smiled briefly while it lasted
But she expected more than that
She was attentive to hear it from me
But I had t not stored anywhere on me
The wishes could not have come
All I need do was to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY
She tried to reach me severally
Was too busy to get my nerves together
I didn’t pick hers, wanting to ring her back
But didn’t do just that, absent-minded was of me
She tried to call me again, but was in a meeting
After a while,
The day wore the dusk dress
And slept off in a gown of dream
She didn’t ring again
She sent a short message to me
Throwing it back on me why I blanked her day
I read furiously but patiently
Why did it happen like that?
Did I remember it was her day?
Yes . . . and No chorused my mind
I threw it back” I didn’t know it was your day
Happy birthday in arrears” I summoned my courage
But she was sure I knew it was her day
I got the second step wrong again
Would she find it witty and forget it?
Alayande Stephen T.
December 5, 2008
2.56am
The End
Death
steals all perspective
no looking forward
or looking back
Finality
zero — sum — zero
relativity
lost in its tracks
***
One Final Question
Bending the circle
inward
Pushing dimension
out
Finding true value
where logic defies
One final question
— all answers in doubt
***
The Wages Of Sin
When the forest is gone
and you’re sitting dethroned
Where the trees and the animals
once freely roamed
Tomorrow comes crashing
through yesterday’s gate
The present transporting
— the guilt and the hate
***
Sentenced Unnamed
Alone with old thoughts
my past on the run
And cornered distraught
with fate zero-sum
Secluded sequestered
and sentenced unnamed
The court jester’s chattel
— a minstrel of shame
***
Bartering Fame
Renting the future
in debt to last year
Tomorrow defaulting
unpaid in arrears
Pawning each memory
bartering fame
Trading lost moments
— for wishes reclaimed
***
Set Free
Speaking
without words
Painting
without rings
Walking
without steps
Flying
without wings
Beathing
without air
Feeling
without touch
Hearing
without sound
Knowing
— without such
***
The Fire Of Change
A path between
conflicting worlds
He walked a road
of hope
The product of a
captive raid
Quanah sought
to cope
His spirit caught
between the folds
In buckskin born
of lace
To dance around
the fire of change
Blue eyes
— and painted face
***
A few short lines tell
Of sudden departure;
No longer you dwell
To nurture nature.
So sad to now know
This abrupt leaving;
A deep hurt stings show
To break happenings.
I knew before this
Harsh broken passage;
Sought to retain bliss
In denial's message.
Foolish ways grip me
For time here is brief;
Yes a fool can see
But sharp pain chokes grief.
You were a true friend
In my crazy days;
Who now can help trend
The defaults that stray?
Grief makes sadness long
For old history;
Brief touch can make strong
This harsh misery.
I sit here in daze
To discover loss;
I make face at daze
To show I am cross.
Dust and dross we are
In a sense most true;
So curl my old stars
And see this pain through.
No words can make out
The journeys to here;
No voice can shape shout
In incomplet_ arrears.
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
Feeling a little cross
I gave out to god
For piling different shapes
upon my hod
To think, we never had
any future plan
So made one up
with the home insurance man
Anyway, I'm covered
for a sudden leak
But excess is high
and outlook pretty bleak
With water damage
undermining my eyes
Canopies atop
fail to keep me baptised
In a world slowly spinning
time arcs from view
I lose my line of sight
as payment's accrue
My policy reneges
states I'm in arrears
Offers me (a one off fix)
then disappears
Like most chancers in life
I accept the lump
My hod full of shapes
forming a concave hump
Light recedes slower
through an inverted mind
Come take a look
I'm not the one praying blind
Still, I could sit with Jesus
and chat all day
Til our questions
compel each other away
Faster than light speed
(dark energy) recedes
To voids so distant
god awful truth precedes
Vanishing points converge
as minds can't make sense
Mine's light years away
nailed to a cosmic fence
Insurance man tries
to sell me empty space
He's the devil
I bought it all just in case!