Long Delta Poems

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Premium Member Phoenix Defrosted

Phoenix Defrosted

Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement under 
the bright rays of southern soil soaking unbelievable kindness and
mutual compassion granted by soul searching and Higher Power

Love had been made before from a different fabric and the colours had 
quietly faded to screaming silence frozen into glaciers’ clefts of darkness
Chances lead the way and permafrost was not forever when the mask
came off with all its distortions mangled ice melting into novel beginnings

It took him searching of feeling thought desire and some meeting of minds
revisiting gently rigorously what had appeared to be the only prospect
one of soundless demise and shattering unfeasible stagnant arrest in the
prison of domination wilted marred marriage depression and torment

Agony struck and it however ignited a passion unknown a mating and union 
conjoined at hips and above for always and in all ways a heartfelt dance with 
the Universe high and below inside and within a mango grooved delta of 
Venus hot soothing lava engulfing new lovers’ poetic trees in poetry’s motion

Considering failure in cause and success in effect of landslides misfortune
bad luck and bad choices he is fortuitously graced now to thank destiny
constellation of karma kismet pure hard worked for chances where one thing 
leads to another when the ashes are reshuffled and second fire is sublime

06th September 2016


Premium Member Its What People Say

From the fiery hills of Maui
to the dry Canadian brush
from the flat lands of the delta
down to Texas on the gulf.

The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
summers sometimes take bad turns,
but it’s never been this way.

From the tall pines of the Great North West
to the Louisiana shore,
from Florida’s boiling waters,
to California’s reservoirs.

The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
With the heat domes far above us
Montreal’s hotter than Bombay.

From the fiery hills of Maui
to the dry Canadian brush
from the flat lands of the delta
down to Texas by the gulf

The weather’s downright awful
you can hear the people say,
everyday the heat breaks records,
how long can we go on this way?

From the tall pines of the Great North West
to the Louisiana shore,
from Florida’s boiling waters,
to California’s reservoirs.

You can feel that something’s different,
you can hear what people say.
It kind of makes you wonder,
how long can we go on this way?
.
Form: Rhyme

The sooth sayer

I lived in a remote village in a delta region,                                                  The majority of the villagers were illiterate,                                                      It was an early dawn in the month of March,                                                       I was studying for my public degree exam,                                           Kudu-kudu sound was heard on the street,                                               My mother came into the home suddenly,                                                She was afraid of the sooth sayer's words,                                               He would tell the unfortunate news clearly,                                              He said "Good times are coming"repeatedly,                                             My grandma gave him a half measure of rice,                                               I rushed to see him out of curiousity,                                                         He said your young child was in danger,                                                        I found complete peace at home for an hour,                                            My grandma asked me not to go out,                                                        My brother said he has to take the exam,                                               After a long struggle,I went to the college,                                                My brother came with me for moral support,                                 Everyone at home was waiting for my arrival,                                        They all gasped when they saw me at once,                                                  I was deeply saddened by their blind faith.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Interdependence

‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot I the tiny snowflake                                                                                and you the snow’ - Ode to Mum by Maria Williams

I dare you approach me with the notion that 'it's all about you'.
Have you no understanding that there's 'no you without Me'?

Were we not taught early on that there is no 'me without you'?
You are a most unfortunate human being and indeed most selfish.

It is such notion as yours that has the world in a dooms day spin.
Wars worldwide and localized have been fought and presently fighting

because of self and greed with little consideration that we need unity.
I shall remind you of the great and the mighty Mississippi River.

It is only thus because of the many tributaries that flow into it.
It is fed by the great westward flowing Ohio River and graciously                                                                 

accepts norishment from the eastbound Missiouri River. If such                 unity were not so, it's flow would be weak and most feable.

Why, the rich fertile delta soil along it's river bank would not be near             as coveted. Why, imagine what it's long and whinding river flow to               

the Mexico Gulf would be. Let none of us think 'we're all that                        and a bag of chips' because We Desparately Need One Another.

022820PoSpCtest, Poetic lines from a Poetic Soup Poet, Silent One
Line chosen from, Ode To Mum by Maria Williams. 2P
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Stung Into Life

When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller

He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty

Thought about fate meaning and streamed in consciousness

A poet with a license to kill time and serene wavering spirit 


Fond of nature and nurture he looked down a perilous cliff 

Life had been poisonous recently and in need of reflection

Close to a meandering delta of final conclusive determination

He moved forth inch by un-relentless inch in search of resolve


Freedom seemed far away in the clouds with linings receding

Valleys of hopelessness approached vision void and oblivion

And yet he felt a tickle of excitement close to his wounded heart

Redirected his mind to a creepy sensation touching his mind


He recalled his yoga teacher’s advice not to hurt sentient beings

Secured mountain pose and lotus position for focus and peace

In awe he looked at the Skeleton Tarantula’s urticating bristles

Stretched on his skin and ready to puncture his ultimate life line


Smooth hairy and frightened the little creature pondered

Whether to play dead or defend its masterful existence with 

One venomous bite as the lonely seeker of truth closed his eyes

And calmly decided that wisdom required patience and kindness


06th January 2020


River Ethiope Has Swallowed Another Big Fish

River Ethiope has swallowed another big
                                                                             fish

River Ethiope has swallowed another big
                                                                     fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
                                                          teeth

River Ethiope has swallowed a big 
                                              fish
Her hungry is a mystery 
                                 feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
                   hips

She is a regurgitating
       beast
chews her cods 
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up 
the third time and.     finally     chews
after some days in the                             belly 
vomit it prey
                                                                               stiff 
                                                        stilled
                                                         
                                                                       ill
many  forgotten souls lie beneath her.                   deep
 
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives                                                              prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps  like cyclone and                  steals
At the                                                                                  brink
 of her mouth another 
 Final year scholar she drinks who 
Gone to be with the                                              swim 
is gone into 
thin air only to be                                             seen
 days later on 
top of her skin white, stiff                           still
Eyes pop out.

River Ethiope is a.                           beast

 She never get                  filled



River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria 
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020

Premium Member Still Trying To Understand

Memories, memories, of being here before
I was aged nineteen, not a glorious time
Sadly this epoch will resonate those years
Trying to understand mans to others crimes

Its now many years later that I'm able to tell
Sitting where I sat then surrounded by ochre
Overnight becoming a man amidst dying hell
People displaced whilst a sirroco dustly purrs

That same hush intermittent just like before
Admiring the sand blasting in particle explosion
In drift changing skyline, the shape of the dunes
Their self determination to instant corrosion

But its to the East that totally captured my heart
Leaving the height of arid dunes now in my past
Seeing such greenery range, lush in meander
I may be growing in age, but my memories last

My final viewing, just like all those years ago
Under the searing sun witnessing a delta azure
A striking beautiful colour of water soothing
Emersed in its beauty whilst my life's in detour 

Memories, memories, of being here before
I'm now aged ninety nine, a most glorious time
Sadly that epoch will resonate centuries years
Still trying to understand mans to others crimes
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Stillness - Back To the Basics

Nothing new in the electrochemistry 
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn 

Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic 
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic

Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge 
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath

What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral 
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire

How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence 
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence

No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve 
Emerging from which we automatically evolve

What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose 
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement 

There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align

Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled

And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz

01-November-2020
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Paris la nuit

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight
as blue as an old Muddy Waters track.
From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton
looked like a slick and oily spider-web
crowned with a glittering neon diamond.

(My Grandmère's home is across the street from it).
“Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf).
“Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?”
We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights.

As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark
and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north
westerly at six times the speed of the Nile.

We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded
fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close.
We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts
of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings.

The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about.
As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying,
“Joke time: What’s more dangerous:
a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”
.
.
Paris la nuit = Paris at night

Muddy Waters was a singer and musician - a delta blues man considered the "father of Chicago blues." Chicago blues was electrified, hard driving and drum backed. The Rolling Stones took their name from one of his songs. He was the original “Hoochie Coochie Man."

Flying As Lively Butterflies

Flying as lively butterflies,
finding new surprises:
down-hill or up-hill...
not feeling the October chill!


Soul lighter than the Autumn air 
floats to undiscovered places,
and while the skies are fair...
much is seen from these shades!


Stress is left behind a locked door,
blood flows as a river to a delta or shore...
the happy heart-beat is a steady drum
that feels thrills until it reaches home!


Flying as lively butterflies, flapping long and delicate wings,
free and unconfined by inner feelings...
the heart is a kid who loves to explore,
to deepen his/her sense of awareness that's everywhere!
Form: Rhyme

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