Long Beats Poems
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Circle of a world
you warmly surround me
Holding visions of a dream
Melting chocolate to the soul
Cupping hands together
captures pulse beats awakening
sunshine through misted bridge promise
dewdrops each morning
The eyes opening crystals
those of a deep ocean wave takes hold
Satin touching softly velvet silk
pearls washed pure fragrance
Within a starlight kisses cheeks
singing rivers in delight
Beholding you beautiful
Arrowhead of Cupid Striking
Surf falling down deeply
sweeping winds rising
an angel the heart's wings
flying with grace sparkling back
I broke a glass last night.
And in that loud, terrifying crash,
I was eight years old again -
watching yogurt drip onto the kitchen tile,
so small, and so completely sure
that this mistake meant I deserved to die.
I ran up the stairs
and hid in the dark,
wrapping my arms around myself
in a desperate, suffocating hug.
I rocked back and forth,
choking on hot, silent tears,
pounding little fists into my thighs
because I had to pay for what I did.
One beat, two beats -
it was never enough.
I tore at my own hair,
clawed deep into my skin,
so that in the mirror -
as blood dripped down my body
and purple lumps swelled to the surface -
I could finally see the reflection
of who I was:
a monster.
These tiny hands. Black and White hands twirl. Vibrant palms ripple the Flower-land. Dancing onto the rainbowous piano. Music permeates the thirsty airs. Notes float upon the multi-hued keys –
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet.
Black and White Hands on colorful keys. Magical hands whirling into aural anthems. Fists and fingers allure the dry, solid airs.
A melodic tune touches the soul of each flower. Turn by turn their chemistry churns. Juicing the chords of the roots in the damp soil. The stems curl and stretch calligraphing into clefs and altos. Petals strike classical beats. The rhythms of nature are awakened.
The fragrances of Roses lead the choir. Then play the violinic tune of Lavenders.
Gradually follows the oboe sounding waves of Jasmines. Then tumble into the song, the harmonious vibrations of Violets. The Magnolias infuse their trumpeting energies. The flow has begun.
Roses
Lavenders
Jasmines
Violets
Magnolias
Lilies
Chocolate Cosmos.
All shades and tones of lyrical perfumes tie Flower-land into a charming, irresistible atmospheric bouquet.
These tiny hands. The phenomenal fists decorate the spectrums of Flower-land. These black and white hands. These multi-coloured keys. These fragrances now adorn the dry airs and garland them with their musical aromas.
I
With faces painted of edeala natural cream
With feet flourishing in undulating dance-steps
The proud dictates of the restive drums
Where the Ikolo performers are on the thrive
Each in readiness to out-pipe his neighbor –
The dancers come digging it out with the sun
With the hunters taking their spears to the sky!
Young Mbari dancers, robust, eager & joyous
Awaiting the life-panthers that must come home
After the drum-beats in the hunter’s forest –
’Tis like a gathering of spirits & humans
At the age-long esplanade of the clan, for lads
& lasses, fathers & mothers, young & old, all
Have come to the roost like a family of chickens.
Dancing in pairs, in circles & diverse angular
Movements, a genius of the earth: each dancer
Makes her to-&-fro design-gaits & flights
Like some nymphs in dream-land gardens
Their gaits are swift & in skillful harmony
Following the restive palms of the drummers!
Ah, old Emuka gets at it, the renowned piper
At his high zest, taking Mbari eagle-dancers
To the heights of lofty Iroko-dance-branches
An embodiment of every echo-throat’d piper!
& a dancer dances as if it were her last dance;
& ’tis a full sun-burnt commotion of a dance;
O, isn’t it an half-human, half-spirit dance?
In the stillness and darkness of the night
I lay in my bed and my thoughts begin to wonder
I wonder what is life really all about
Wonder what lies ahead
Wonder how and when will it end
Wonder, wonder, wonder into the unknown
Unsettled with uncertainty
Dread and anxiety fill my being
My heart beats a little faster and louder
My head feels cloudy and light
I don’t like the uneasiness l feel
Distraction is needed
Until l fall asleep again
The comfort of daylight arrives
No more uncertainty , no more dread
No more thoughts of the unknown to wonder
I'm writing to you, youth of today, hoping you will read my words of advice. I know you think you've heard it all many times before, the well-meaning counsel from others, but don't tune me out just yet, and please don't roll your eyes at me. You'd be wise to open them to see what life has to offer.
Your mind and heart will often wish to walk down two different paths. Time and again you've heard it said, "Follow your heart," but believe me when I say, "Your heart can be treacherous." Too often it beats in rhythm so loud that it ignores the thoughts inside your head. I've fallen victim to my own heart, so I write to you after suffering from heartache. I encourage you to let your conscience be your guiding light, and if you do, you'll walk away from shadows that would lead you into darkness.
It's important that you respect others, as well as yourself. Do not disregard the quality of self-esteem; it's a crutch you should proudly lean upon. Place a high value on the goals you strive to reach, always aiming higher for more. Pay attention to what life has to teach you, and never lose sight of right and wrong. Be strong in faith, and believe in a higher being. Be humble enough to admit your faults, never giving up on the virtue of hope, for you will find it has the power to heal the emotional wounds you are bound to feel.
Do not doubt yourself on the word of others. They may cause you to stumble. Have confidence in yourself to rise and continue on your way, knowing that tomorrow the sun will rise on a brand new day. If it helps to lighten your burden, it's perfectly fine if you cry. Remember this... no one is perfect, so forgive yourself and move on instead of wallowing in pity or shame as a victim pointing a finger of blame. Looking at people in the eye will help you to avoid telling them a lie, resulting in feelings of guilt.
I know I've given you a lot to ponder, but if you do, I promise that the person in the mirror looking back at you will often be wearing a smile.
December 23, 2020
Edward Ibeh's Contest: Your Advice to the Youth
A change of seasons..
A change of heart..
The trees once dressed with leaves
Now had gradually undressed
Leaves had fallen from the trees
Leaves vibrantly colorful
A refreshing experience..
As the air is crisp and cool..
A wonderland of leaves on the ground
Trees are almost bare..
Autumn becomes winter..
Coldness fills the air..
A frozen winter wonderland..
A pure white lovely blanket of snow..
Scenes from a picture perfect postcard
Fresh snow had fell from the sky..
Untouched and beautiful
Until touched by all of us..
Winter becomes spring..
A new beginning..
Rebirth ..
Born once again is the beauty of nature
The trees are no longer undressed..
Green leaves gradually grow..
To become full grown..
Trees are smiling happily while dressed..
Birds chirping joyfully in harmony..
Amazing bright colors everywhere..
As the flowers are in bloom..
A perfume filled environment..
Spring becomes summer..
As the leaves dance to the melody of summer..
Hot and steamy heat arises..
Sun beats down ...
Scorching heat surrounds..
Awaiting a cool balmy breeze..
Along cool refreshments..
To quench one's thirst..
Masses are walking along golden sands..
The beauty of the ocean..
Surfers gliding as they catch the massive waves..
Seagulls flying gracefully
Singing and looking for their next meal..
As the seasons change..
I have changed..
A change of heart..
The love of my life is my life..
To discern..
To rekindle..
A love that is so true..
As my beating heart knows..
I let go..
I surrender myself to you my love..
You are light..
Your light is my light..
How do I know your light?
How do I know my light?
Unless there is darkness..
Darkness is the catalyst..
To know you and I..
Darkness is experienced
Polarities of life..
A deep discernment...
A confirmation..
To really know..
We are..
Both the miraculous splendid beacon of light..
Jim-I-Nator,
chase creator,
imitates a song,
recreates a major,
sail's you to saviors,
reinvents the round,
reelects the tasers,
summons it in a bong...
Bites it right out
just like the Chong.
Waits in a mile-
just for the hump,
butts heads with the viral-
just like the slums,
does a downward spiral like a swivel,
dials 911 to spy on individuals,
random as hail in July,
hits like nails-
out on the lake in the sky-
just where I had wanted to die.
Like a Laker in a coat,
like a disastrous danger running wild and remote-
just like Ebeneezer Scrooge with a check book and the holy ghost,
just like Jesus on an electric motorcycle,
flying with angels-
jimin' with a bagel,
rotating at an angle,
fly's in the sky like a needle near the eye!
Random as hail in July!
Eats prunes,
and then pray's not to die!
Greets his shrooms with venom,
beats his moods with a pendulum,
hears through stethoscopes when he's endin' the run,
goes to the gym to have a little fun!
Waits for the time to stand still,
eats all the cops in between him and his pillz!
Says **** jail!
My ******** is a nail!
**** being out on bail!
I'll still be here until the killer is unveiled!
In my happy place your heart still beats
And I can wrap my arms around you
We can laugh like kids, 14 again
Telling dumb jokes and breaking rules
On concrete under skatepark sunsets
With a half-broken speaker and junk food
We sing and dance, free from fear or stress
And we don’t go home when we’re supposed to
I get to see you every morning still
And call you when I’m upset
You’ll ask me “who do I have to kill?”
I’ll smile then shortly forget
I had a dream I saw you once more
On the bleachers with our friends
I broke down crying, sobbed “I’m so sorry”
And you just took my hand
You held it tight, said “it’s alright
I love you and it’s not your fault”
I clung to you with all my might
Knowing it’s the last time we’d talk
In my happy place your heart still beats
And we never say goodbye
I get to tell you everything I didn’t then
Like I love you and I’m by your side
Rain beats against the window,
As my little boy leans his brow
And little hands against the cool glass,
Staring, longing to go out.
His eyes light up with joyous excitement;
Grinning from ear to ear,
For down the hall by the door
He sees his sister's red and white polka-dot umbrella.
Glimpsing around to make sure no one is looking,
With quick steps across the floor he goes to the door.
He rises on his tiptoes,
Reaching and wrapping his little fingers
Around the doorknob.
Slowly opening the door ajar,
He seizes his sister's umbrella.
Pushing the button he pops it open
And slips away unnoticed.
The pitter-patter of rain strikes the umbrella
He holds high above his head,
As he runs across the yard
To the old wooden bench in the pouring rain.
Jumping he grabs a wooden slat
And struggles to climb on the wet slippery bench,
Springing high his little feet finally makes it up.
Bouncing up and down,
Screeching with enthusiasm giggles
watching the colorful rainbow,
Soaking wet,
He holds on to the back of the bench.
6/19/2020