Long Depletion Poems
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THE REALM OF THE FALL....
There existeth a realm
on the face of the earth
where immortal and mortal
compete for glory..
what is a mortal
if not a god clipped
to submission..
on a path of remission...
what is man and the son of man..
bit lower than angels..
crowned of honor and glory
sin the greatest hindrance to re-union..
sin separateth
creature from creator
leading to the former
dying out slowly...
a station separated
from its key energy source...
slowly using stored up energy
depletion leads to death...
communion.. a re-connection
to the charger.. the supreme
supreme being... creator
source of all energy.. or say life
different religions
trying to explain
that for man to actualize
he needs to reconnect...
you're gods today i have begotten you
yet you falleth like sons of men..
an expousion to our true nature.. humans
down here were fallen... from grace
day and nite descendants of men
chastise them fallen angels...
little knowing... do we..
like us they are in this realm...
the realm of submission..
the realm of restitution
the realm of restoration..
to the former glory....
higher glory
for down here
mortal and immortal
compete for that glory...
there are those
on the path towards..
restitution.. yet others
wallow in sin.. in this realm....
wallow in sin and perversity
neglecting the true calling
to reunite. be one with..
bond with.. become of..attain.
the supreme.... attain glory
the glory of knowledge
of the self and the
knowledge of the supreme GOD..
The path of dawn
an echo of realization
as the fog clears
and mortal reconnect
Reconnect to the supreme
awakening their spirit...
as one in fellowship ..
with the one creator..source
Source and means to all paths
source and giver of all wisdom
the one true source of wisdom
the very path of dawn..
in the supreme deity
both mortal and immortal
look for strength
in this realm of fall..
Lewis k Nyaga
the path of dawn..
Lust, longing and greed
Through frenzy, craze and rage
Damage, destruction and depletion
The hallmark of emerging culture
Nature’s blood thirsty hawks
Out in the open, unchecked
Consuming all, preserving none
Mindless and moronic swarms
Voracious, hungry and mad
Making earth barren and bare
With fires, famines and floods
Digging graves of the unborn
Perpetuating thirst and hunger
Sworn enemies of the planet
Mantras, shouts and slogans,
Alarms, concerns, pretensions
Catchy crowds of activists
Yield nothing but display
A routine and repetitive affair
A pastime for politicians
Events of pomp and show
What to do, where to go
Darkness al around
Virtuous and conscientious
The enlightened souls
Among human creatures
Have saved the world in the past
Let us pray for their resurgence
In my country, gangs of fiends own the night.
In my country, we lived broken lives of torment.
My family fled with little but our naked terror.
Bleeding and blistered, our feet carried us hundreds of miles.
But I always had my familia.
We migrated in trucks, never sure
we could trust coyotes.
We roamed scorching desert, never
sure we would find food or water.
Sometimes we waited until nightfall, hidden from view.
We were nocturnal prey on winding dirt roads,
never sure if we would be killed.
But I always had my familia.
Our bellies choking from hunger,
our desolate depletion, the final forces
delivering us to the border.
So distant my country, so remote in this
unearthly place where we were captured by
armed strangers, where we were divided by
strangers.
Today, I no longer have my familia.
This day is glass shattering and the shards
cut me open like a skinned rat.
Today I am that bawling baby paralyzed
by panic.
Today I am that shrieking child trembling
in terror.
Today I am that adolescent crowded
in a cage.
Today I am that tortured toddler
crying himself to sleep.
Published: Dissident Voice 11/8/20
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.
...Is a wonder, I must say, with full conviction,
It's a large 'marine cavern' or a 'sinkhole';
That's open wide with many a deviation
Who else except Nature has absolute control?
Blue holes are caves developed over time, it's true,
As rocks get erode and collapse, scientists say;
Huge icicles, molding sheets, and hard columns-crew,
Built marvelously like the ocean's Milky Way...
Egyptian Blue holes are the highest danger, proved,
Owing depletion of breathable oxygen;
There are more Blue holes in Andros, crookedly graved,
Starting from 'the saddle' and leading to cavern...
Nature has made it miracle so marvelous,
What human beings do is, indeed, mockery;
We have experienced the Red-sea dive fearless,
When we overdo to Blue hole it's treachery.
A virgin diver, indeed, needs to take full care,
Of the Blue hole's hysteric tantrum-filled blue tomb;
And the sharks she hides abundantly Everywhere,
And the tunnels and subverted caves in her womb.
The blue hole is one of Nature's works most wondrous,
Making it or marring it -is- on human's court;
Let's vow we'd care for Nature's unique miracles,
And Her astounding deeds adore and venerate.
13th May 2021
Blue Hole Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Angry Citizens
Tired of the sitting woke government, the fake
niceness and the depletion of Germanies
heavy industry, not to forget her sycophantic
behavior towards Israel, a far-right party has
emerged.
There has been dark plotting afoot by some of
the party members, namely a famous TV cook
a welder from Austria, a GP. an astrologer
and presumably a tealeaf reader
The plot was to kidnap the prime minister
parade him on TV in his North Korean hairpiece
the one he only uses at home, hitherto a family
secret, although there had been rumors
force feed him bratwurst, boiled potatoes
and chicken nuggets until he promised to end
his pathetic practices and make Germany
great again.
The would-be terrorists were caught there
will be a trial, but we sense they will be let off
with custodian sentence
"Only the heroic has the right to gloat.
Seasons
the Earth's rotations
the Earth's revolution
Seasons
the full moon
the half and crest moon
the moon's revolution.
Industrial revolution
man's achievement
Industrial revolution
Earth's doom
Industrial revolution
Man's demise
Man's gain, Oxygen's loss
Environment's loss
Carbon's gain
Green House gases
Ozone's nemesis.
(Written on the 20th of March, 2015)
Flash floods, prolonged droughts
Ozone's nemesis
Excessive heat, extreme cold
Ozone's nemesis.
Every tree felling
Is Oxygen's loss
Is Carbon's gain
Ozone layer depletion
Humanity losing out
In the end game.
I will not let my tears flow
In the face of all adversity
Pleasure I will gladly forego
if it means the end of perfidy.
We the people have little power
Like putty, we're manipulated
News is grim the mood is sour
Miasma of greed calculated.
Climate change, long denied
Escalates with alarming speed
Polar ice melting cannot deride
Obvious to all, please intercede.
Amazon needing conservation
Forest depletion is a crime
Deforestation and ruination
It's on the clock let's all call time.
Then Covid reared its ugly head
It took the world by storm
Populations sadly misled
Endless tears mourning the dead.
We cannot help our weeping grief
Pulling together we'll make this right
Challenges to face are beyond belief
Time to be brave as we all unite.
This or That
Poetry Contest
Sponsor
Edward Ibeh
Written 31/07/2021
Ending without an end leaves a space for a perfect ending,
My love becomes eternal and our desire never dies…
The unfinished story could be anything,
A beautiful imagination or an uncovered mystery.
It leaves us wanting,
It keeps our imagination alive.
It leaves us empty,
But I do not want to trade it for an ending you have already defined
An ending where you promise me a half lived story
An ending that will surely leave me depleted
And I choose never starting,
Although wondering if the chosen path will keep
me complete or the only option I have either way is still depletion…
You said we were a parallel universe,
I am just too tired to build a bridge.
And doubt if there’s enough passion for the bridge between the two come near completion
My feet are frozen and mind in dilemma,
Yet again, I choose to turn my back on love because its ending scares me away.
Let’s just say “If it is meant to be, it will be and probably forever it will stay
Unable to bridge, here I tie the two universes forever with a rope of hope
And I seal our love in these words and give it some life of its own
The love that never started coz the promise was to one day disown…
It`s always inspiring to be strong in appearance,
Brave to catch up the essentiality of the sun.
How marvelous the wind blows to beat the sensations as one.
Yes, the pride is deep for BLACK skin to have fun.
The complexion is natural to be undermined,
Are you black?
Don`t be left in deceptive truck.
The image of black soothes what is meant of beauty.
Beauty that empowers the black skin to mindfully brag.
Beauty which carries protective substances against crack,
In fact, the beauty which possess a unique mark.
It`s all about black skin.
What are the definitions of black skin?
The skin which is naturally rich in melanin,
Black skin shields the body from folate depletion,
Making rightful protection against ultraviolet with adorable colouration.
Even in the heat of savannas, black skin provides cooling mechanism which develop more efficient perspiration.
If you think “BLEACHING” is a solution,
Bleaching is rather a termination.
And not a route to set one upon the mountain to receive lovable attraction.
It aims at pulling down the magical compositions of black skin into deterioration.
Leaving behind unbearable diseases and problems which turns out to place one in frustration.
The age of black is unpredictable,
It’s the skin which causes many to be humble,
it creates the feelings of being cherishable and affable.
Every story about black skin is expensive.
At the center of public, it is seductive…
Black skin fits in all attire perfectly with magnificent sensitives.
Before the rain, it looks charming and appreciative.
Exquisite of black skin, expresses its ebonics to be communicative.
Who can buy its glory?
I mean the glory which had brought motivations from multiples of personalities within the world entertainment in every gallery.
The motivations from Martin Luther, Mohamed Ali, Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, Pele, Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, Usain Bolt and many others who are in memory.
Who maintained their precious black skin and exerted influence out of its value.
Perhaps, if you think your black skin is failing you,
Black skin is the most valuable gemstone found in morning dew.
#BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL
#SALEM MEDIA INITIATIVE