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From storied myths, unicorns surface,
though hard to see for they're shy.
As dusk pauses and stars show purpose,
they visit dreams in slumber's soft sigh,
yet, sometimes seen in blink of an eye.
Unicorns play in fields of clover--
planting four-leafs, and moreover,
they gather stars that fell in night,
for snug replacing naughty rovers.
(A missing star may spoil the starlight.)
If, by some quite rare happenstance,
one should appear to a lonely child,
catching unicorn in her shy glance
as it munched clover, near flowers wild
seeing unicorn, little one smiled.
Unicorns fit best in childhood dreams.
They dwell with faeries and elves, it seems.
Along with magic only children see--
friendly dragons, or flights with moonbeams,
...not impossible for you and me.
November 2, 2022
for Constance La France's "Writing Challenge--Unburden a U Word" contest
When our TV goes to sleep we have this app that immediately awakens…it links to all our photographs…every photograph we’ve ever taken.
The photographs appear for a few seconds…chosen randomly from a vast array…enough to stir a memory before that memory fades away.
There is no chronology to their appearance…no rhyme nor reason…if you please…
They take us back and forth throughout our lives with alacrity and ease.
Birthday cakes, family vacations…a mountain landscape…a beautiful sky
Graduations…sunsets…family…holidays…all pass in the blink of an eye.
Camping, people who have passed, grandchildren playing football on the lawn…moments…just like life…there for a moment…then they’re gone.
As this slide show plays out in front of our eyes…usually we smile…sometimes we’re perplexed…as our memory tries to catch up from one picture to the next.
Most of the time we just ooh and aah…as different memories burst before our eyes…It’s kind of like watching fireworks…exploding across the sky.
We’ve found ourselves watching these memories and losing track of time
realizing how lucky we’ve been as together through life we climb…
Which is why you’ll often find us sitting in our living room
searching for memories we’d love to keep…
as they burst upon the screen…
when our TV goes to sleep.
NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.
thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ
of an idea, that either takes root
(exhibiting potential to live with
arms strong) when just a tender
vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes
issuing from a magic flute)
within fifty plus shades of gray matter
per this fifty plus year ole coot?
This need dull in haste tack
search for source that gave rise
per process to enable *****sapiens
to think doth nag horse sense
of this poet as he initially digs shallow,
yet sometimes forced to spelunk
into crawl space narrow and shallow,
or shine laser focus into a chasm
teetering on brink (hunting down
gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims)
out pace readied whorled wide net
to capture alive agile rat fink unseen
quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow
(quite a chase) scurrying thru micro
cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers
at a blink, said quarry vanishes
without a trace just as quick mental cogs
and wheels generated riveting link
connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging
within cerebral cortex appearing random
as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via
distracting ability to latch onto awesome
fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration
at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly)
zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability
likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze
depicting ever closely captured thought
process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink
king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.
When beauty fades and age takes hold
Be brave, courageous and be bold
When eyesight fails and the body aches
When life is lived with all its mistakes
When we grow older and we know
Our movements change they become so slow
We have lived life and often think
My God it is over in a blink.
When family and friends both treat you rotten
And memory is lost, forgotten
Alone they they sit in homes down trodden
Spare a thought for all the aged
Some are lonely and feel caged
Their daily task if often waiting
For food, for clothes, for bathing.
Don’t lose patience when they cross the road,
They are slower now, can’t bear the load
Think on them just for a moment
Your time will come, age your opponent
When I grow old and I can’t move
If this life does not improve
Even though you disapprove
I will myself from life remove
Age and death are formidable opponents
You cannot Beat life’s key components !
Just One More Day
Just one more day, now, for you see,
I was scarcely four years when you suddenly left me.
One more day back then, or even one week
Would mean very little since my memory's weak.
I barely remember that morning I saw
Mommy dragging your body down our long hall.
And everyone crying and expecting me to,
But how could I really! I didn't know you!
I was the girl whose daddy had died.
But when I cried tears, with each drop I lied.
Just one more day, with both of us grown.
So I could discover whence my seed was sown.
Just one more day, to dance my first dance
To teach me to drive, to preach of romance.
Please one more day to show you I've tried
To become a grown woman that might give a dad pride.
Mom tried her best, but I long to know you
Just one more day, daddy, please, for us two.
My daughters have had the best father on earth
But I wonder if I did at the time of my birth.
Just one more day, daddy, I can't wait to meet
The man who gave me this smile, these feet.
You've rested in heaven for 50 years now
Share just one day, you can do It somehow.
That this girl's heart still breaks is alarming
But she'll wait just one more day to meet her Prince Charming.
And if one more day takes longer than thought,
We'll still get the time for which I have fought.
Because when my time comes to part from this place,
I look forward to once again seeing your face.
Just one more day in the blink of an eye
My daddy and me, at the Ball in the sky.
12/6/2015
Hey you
Why so silent with no words?
Your indifference say no more
Of your value towards us
Every sunday and fridays are the holies of purity
When our purse do make yours to laugh
How much now is garri?
How much now is fuel?
Not to say of the exchange rate today
Yet in your dignity prayer walk was made
To honour the man in power.
87 naira was more of a deal than 1k we celebrate today,
Not only is the 1k such a bound of joy.
That rehabilitation of those making us smile to our grave
After ransome demands without release
Is your focus.
It is in your ways to say that those good people are our brothers
What an audacity?
What a complicit?
Daily bath in our cry and blood
Is your joy and money bank
But on the sabath you stand on pulpit to preach salvation
Oh tell me not that you are not part
But your complicit and defense of them says it all.
The trauma and death cannot be quatified
Yet your loved ones are in massions with hefty guards ,
While the innocents are in the forest
No facility to be used to get the good guys
Yet Kalu was picked without a blink
Keep praying to God to secure you.
So you preached
But countless of armed officers are your guards
While yours have all relocated from our space.
Oh my bad
Why not dicharge those armed men from being your guards,
Relocate yours to this space?
For us all to keep trusting in the lord to secure us.
Orire has not recovered from the friendly lash
And the demands of your brothers are not limitless.
In a land where witches have the powers to fly
But cant fly to secure our beloved in the forest.
Where herbalist can call on sango, esu, ogun
But cant call on them to savage our land.
Have they all been blindfolded against our land?
Should we say this is a game of the capitalist against the poor?
What then shall we say?
Trust in the lord with all your heart
But where it is neccessary, apply your brain!
©?olorunleke olorode
Blank blackness alone,
severence no service to atone..Deeds all done, the wounds do not lie.' The cratered earth
The oppressed's keening cries, the drugs
That shattered, the claims
so false.' The
Ill gained wealth, the
positions sought.
All consigned to eternity.' While away
From its tides, blackness is
your pillow
As all rest is denied, you call
out for help!
For reason, and to the judge
who put you
In, the blackness, that incinerates
yet your
Awareness dies not, there is no budge!
The blackness becomes indelable,
its part
Of your ( un-whole) no deafness is
possible. You imbibe each shriek in this
Enormous hole, there is no top; sides or
Bottom..Yet still you feel that sink.' In a clamour with no heartbeat you with no eyes attempt to blink, you cannot escape from this intense place of pain, you scream with no voice for relief, a fair judge.' Or will the jailor, please
allow some
Lessening.? Of the intolerable
dark mass, and pain'
That repeats your rejection, of the Holy Name, for indeed you were your own judge, when you mocked the
God of all fame'
You chose to inherit hells realm, and the
Un-relenting
Blackness, through which you must ever
fall!
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebby corners,
And dappled sun shining through dirty windows;
On his work table a drawing; a project in progress,
And tin cans and jars of nails and screws on shelves.
Tools on hooks waiting for hands that will never come,
I touch the old tools like they were the finest of lace;
And I cannot help thinking, who will want all this,
He was a simple man, my father, and I loved him so.
His death was fast, no one expected him to leave,
In a blink he was gone, and all I have are memories;
I linger there with the dust that floats in the sun,
And I weep and weep for what I have lost this day.
Then, I pick up his pencil and on his paper I write,
I write this poem of pain and it is the beginning;
The beginning of my writing as an adult with soul,
I leave the child, that was me, and become a poet,
Today.
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July 21, 1997
Poetry/Free Verse/Dad's Workshop
Copyright Protected, ID 1997-714-811-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Entered in the contest, Celebrating My Fav's,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
First Place
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Entered in the contest, Any Poem, #36
(a poem that placed in one of her past centests)
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
First Place
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For the contest, A poem written before Poetry Soup,
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Fourth Place
Somehow amona the hidden leaves
of time when quietude swerves
on a road leading me to reach
for waning hours ,
there is a lush of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes
that if I gaze long enough into darkness
your iced look will blink, to open windows
that are locked by hinges creating knots enmeshed
The distant screams paint your irises j
utting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds--
and the night loses its elegance
while your crystal tears invade the shining glow
behind the lamp within your eyes---| learn to understand how confidential this time is when you fade away,
knowing not I am there
Love Contest Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016