Long Burnt Poems
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Nowhere Man
I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011.
Riding through the trees was like heaven.
The last thing on earth that's freedom.
He doesn't need much.
Just a few bucks.
Ride on through with sunglasses.
Just ride until your heart's content.
Believe me, there's nothing like it.
Freedom on a bike.
A cool breeze outside.
My shadow rides beside me.
A lonely man on his bike is free.
Not many understand what it means.
On fire, the motor is always burning.
There is nothing like the open road.
Let all your thoughts go out the window.
Early morning ready to take flight.
Nothing else matters in sight.
Burnt tire tracks on the asphalt.
A beautiful day to ride in the fall.
So many memories so long ago.
Ride freely along the winding road.
Trees hover above as I ride below.
It’s like flying through a tunnel.
Just lean against your bike and grab a smoke.
Just cruse right into tomorrow.
I am from the black earthen pot behind my grandmothers burnt brick store
That springs cold water in and out of season for thirsty souls to drink
I am from pounded yam with melon soup, garnished with mutton
I am from huge greenery with strong and well rooted trees and oceans of rain
Whose backyard is filled with grasses and shrubs much taller than the fences built to protect the houses
I am from the yellow hibiscus, the sunny and cheery daffodils
I am from the Ifa legendary clan
The descendants of Oduduwa, that great servant of Eludumare
I am from the great Sasere dynasty, men of pride and loyalty
I am from the proud households of great Lords, that stand only for the truth
Great warriors who fought for just cause
The stubborn impregnable optimists
I am from the heart of men loyal to Ifa
The great deity whose prayers-
Eludumare never fails to answer
I am from the womb of the great woman who defied science
And fought cancer head on bravely for years, though lost the battle
Opened up hope for others fighting the same battles
I am from broken bones and crumbling gold
I am Adeshina, the son of Aladeshawe
From the Ancient Yoruba land of Owo.
Adeshina Aladeshawe- December 2018
I burnt myself on a funeral pyre so often
only to rise and melt my wings on ascent
Then I tried Odysseus’ underworld instead
but Ariadne’s thread did not glow in the dark
When my Trojan horse stopped at the Styx
the stamp in my passport refused passage
to an inner Self immolated at the stakes
of bewitched destiny spelled in its charcoal
Ashes and heated smoke screens surrendered
At gun point from an armed barrel I revolved
reincarnation showed no mercy nor fortune
Jesus might have died on the cross but mine
was too difficult to bear and Judas kept calling
The wheel of life had no spokes and no centre
the rim lip continued to fail the kind kiss of life
as much as I tried a rectangular peg in a round whole
I could not square the circuit like a circus clown
in frivolous garments shredded to ragged attire
even the Buddha’s loin cloth slipped from my waist
Wasted I counted a trajectory of celestial promise
and came to realized that Phoenix needed a comet
for a torched body and mind have to settle before
they can fly high above and narrate their own story
As wax waned and polish refused to stick on demand
ember of incendiary destruction warranted new flight
once freezing and fighting rested in smouldering flames
23rd March 2021
The sun has risen in my night
but I was blind to see the light
The moon have sunk in a new dawn
I dreamt too long,and it was gone....
Now i stroll over the shore
gazing above the horizon
to find a shooting star
But what's the use of shooting stars
which fade too far from where you are?
What's the use to make a wish
when you are not with me
What's the use of sprinkling spells
on once upon a memory?
What's the use for candles on the sand
If you're not here to hold my hand
What's the use of fragrant words
when autumn leaves are burnt
What's the use for hearts to beat
when worlds don't understand?
Last petal falls upon my feet
the wind blows in my hair
a melody on starry night
Hushed whisper in my ear
Soft music plays in distance
the guitar 's not there
So what's the use for symphony?
Once more I'm deaf to hear
Slowly i tiptoe to the stone wall
which stands behind the old Palm tree
Slowly I seek deeper
as a tiny shadow i see
a shadow which keeps growing
and getting close to me
Its my imagination
It must be a fantasy
In silence I walk back
to where our cabin used to be
My fingers bury footprints
which I found by the sea.
Charma
This is a fiction poem inspired by a song i was hearing called 'Love is blind' by Donny Montell
Space Overtaken
To many tomatoes fill up my fridge
Grown from the garden, a tasty delish
When seeds were first sown, did a no show
Planted some more, twice many did grow
Offered some out to family and friends
But they had themselves twenty times ten
With seedlings now to many to count
Not one to be wasted began to place out
Seedlings aligned in the vegetable patch
Garden plants nursery waiting to hatch
Some in pots and oblong planters
Hanging baskets - swaying decanters
Nurtured an watered sun on them all
Grew so well some ever so tall
Hundreds of flowers waiting to bare fruits
Slugs and snails hide, waiting to loot
Bees humming as they pollinated
Tiny green balls soon generated
Twice weekly fed grew them much bigger
Some so big grew skin much thicker
As time went by they started to turn
Green to red ripen by suns burn
Fast yielded more than could be eaten
Gave many away, space overtaken
Made soup, mine was just water and pips
Oven dried toms but burnt them to crisps
What ever I tried I failed miserably
Even the sauce was clumpy and gooey
Ripened so fast twice daily out picking
Got to admit they gave me a butt kicking
Next year will buy only plants that I need
Instead will grow flowers for insects to feed
Then sit in my garden with wine on the table
Enjoying the birds and the nests that they cradle
Nature is intended to what it should be
Left in its harmony and natural beauty.
24.09.20
Blat , Blat
Sporadic gunfire firing back
Our way of life is under attack
And what I mean by that
Is protect the Oil Refineries
Protect Democracy freedom of speech
Protect the Banks & Institutions
Call the order to Fire Back at Will
Give them a taste of their own medicine
Shoot to Kill
Kill Bill
&
Jack & Jill
Whoosh, Whoosh
Mother nature's dirt is swirling on the breeze
Red Sand
Burnt Yellow's
Orange Haze
The winds ablaze with Corparl Punishment
Doled out by the Ministry of Environment
If 1 is to believe the Kamikaze Pilot
Who just punched another hole into the earth's atmosphere
Put down your Aerosol cans
And travel bans for Airplane's
And Rocket's
Unless there Private hired in the name of
Spreading the Gospel according to
Renewable cleaner Green Energy
Ride your bike not your car
Drip , Drip
Torture Tap
Pop the Champagne Cork
Who cares if the reservoir runs dry
Let the poor drink cake
What else would the poor child have to fill up her day
If moved closer no longer was it a chore to collect water
Sell them gun's instead to play with
Sizzle, Sizzle
Bacons at an all time low
It's now even on the Big Mac
Triple Stack
For Beef is apparently now very bad 2
Lest us all become Vegetarian
Father was a Coal Miner
Out of work and down on his luck
Since progress decided to shut down the mine
Bad choice of Career
How is Daddy now going to pay for his Beer & 40 Fags
His Father before him was an Old Fashioned Cowboy
Driving Herds of Cattle across the wild plains
Powered by Bourbon and Bean's
Rancid and saddle sore
So too 1 day did progress for him come a calling
Putting an end to his self worth and way of life
And with it his family taken on his journey into Alcoholism
A violent man he became
Relics of a certain decade
Products some say Collateral damage
When the Wheel's of Industry Stop
The Silence is deafening
It's like the sound of a knife falling in an gunfight
Shhh , Shhh
Quiet Please
The Library is now in Session
And so begins the Mine for Knowledge
Speak of only Truth , Hope and Courage
Don't be taken in
Don't make the same mistakes History has taught us
What has War ever brought us but death
Fight rather for us than against us
Why be a Tourist ?
When you could be a Guide ? ?
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night
Santa and reindeer flew into the light
not a gift went amiss not a sound did he make
as he slid down the chimney and arose with a quake
with siffoned soft whistles and gregarious tee hees
he placed down the gifts just before the big flee
too late for retrieval soon he was caught
by a little wee tot who abandoned his cot
May I call you Kriss Krinkle he asked with a lisp
made you some cookies, bit burnt, but their crisp
soon they were wrapped and then tucked in His sack
alongside the toys, they went clickety clack
Oh crumbs I must go, Mrs. C wants me home
she covers them good with some chocolate Arome
no worries my lad, next year burn some more
my reindeer love burntys, cuz it helps when they snore !
December 7, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name The Night Before 3
So red the rose a crimson divinity
Thorns sharp cruel dangerous
Crush the petals so gently, so soft
Thorns are long, how they prick thee
A rare fragrance of delicate tones
Eyes as black as Sable's ink, see
A so razor keen like murder myth and miracles
The deeper you cut harder you are to hold
Rose thorns born deep death reeks
thorns driven grave
to the heart of sin
In Flesh n Bone where blood is born
Rare dark deep
shades secrets keep
of crimson shadowed and spawn
Hue the shade of crimson ichor
The Blood of Life
The Blood of Sacrifice
A bloody firstborn
Runs on burnt Crosses and Rosary
ironic is the Rose
crimson a Delicate sound
blood-born sharp of thorn
Life races through your veins, reflex
a flash of the unknown, crimson, and onyx
Just like you a dark secret entity
so like death are you
Crucifixion n entropy
The razor sliver sharp keen n new
born upon the wing of ravened claws
I see preludes to Doom
Dominions and Damnation
it bleeds, it breaks your visions
into ruddy muddy puddles
Hollow be thy name
Profane is your humanity, a burning crown
Secret Heart in the Silence of Heaven
Where a rare rose grows and bloom
A rose so rare a deep dark shade of Crimson
So rare the rose dusky is the tones
The delicate sound of distant thunder, Doomed.
bleed upon thy holy grounds, Sacred
Your thorns are so sharp they cut
Darkness is your language
Crimson is your color
Deep is your power
Onyx and Crimson
about your light flickers,
Images reflect,
Thoughts retract
Roses and Thorns
So Red the rose of your crimson divinity
Thorns sharp and long cut so keen
Crush the petals so gentle
A thorn so long sharp and keen
A mortal death comes upon crimson wings
The woman pacing
At the hotel spread
Posing erratically
Small bursting sounds
Rock her oral territory
Chewing and blowing
Her face in a world of paints
Her breasts barely covered
Her invitation body letters
Her skirt tight and slitered
Her virtue sight almost there
She is a venture
Pulsating for the night
This night must bring
A big fish
Her only will to survive.
They she sells
And labelled a public dog
RIDICULED
She was broken long ago
Innocent and a future bright
Barely fifteen
Stained by her step-father
No one was ready to listen
To the pain that crushed her
Trafficked thrice
Many years pimped
She was gone
Lost in her own soul...
Pause to blame that woman
Broken, lost and dead
A listening heart extended
May heal her burnt life.
HELP me I'm struggling today
These thoughts won't go away
Help me I feel so sad
Am I really that bad a dad
Angry at the slightist of things
Losing it when that bell rings
The bell that just can't be heard
So cranky it's really absurd
Help me I feel I have failed
Yet again my judgement is impaled
Help me get back on the road
I dont like this when I explode
Scary to the ones that I love
Here the calling of the white dove
Go away dove it's not my time
Leave me be and I'll be just fine
Venom of a deadly snake does alight
My family are the ones I do fright
I must now attempt to put it right
Stay awake late into the night
Force all these thoughts away
Live once more to fight the day
It came this time out of the blue
I really don't know what to do
Fight or flight is what I have learnt
Alas either way I will be burnt
Locked away to drown my sorrow
I need to find that tomorrow
But tomorrow is the thing that never arrives
Regret and sadness is what appears
Tears flow from these tired eyes
Not wanting to say goodbyes
The demon within is strong this time
Pulling hard on the twine
I'm using every ounce of strength I have left
But he knows I'm so bereft
If I go then he has won again
Taken another of mortal plain
But I'm not ready for an epilogue
I'm the Prince dressed as the frog
The love I get from my family
Give me strength and clarity
He is strong but I remain still
Win this battle yes I will