Long Dines Poems
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Still not done with our kingdom
Ours is peopled by the low, the high
With abundant wealth that surround us
We still munch the stench of poverty
Like we swallow our daily ”Garri”
Though still in our Master’s Garrison.
Taken aback became my ordeal
When I saw the boys in the area
I wept for them the “Area Boys”
They are the condemned, the hopeless
The wretched, poverty-stricken, the destitute
Turned hoodlums and Tax Collectors
How do we say of them the forceful Tax Collectors?
The ones that saw a laptop for the first time
I was besieged by them as they sight the box in my hand
Shocked, as they told me not to camera them again
For people “camera us” with it for registration
Still in our kingdom,
Millions still dines with illiteracy
Ignorance has eaten deep into our fabrics
Fourty-seven years after cutting our teeth
Our senses still blurred with poverty
We can hardly drink “Garri” twice a day
Hunger they made our friend without our consent
Starvation they made our life-long companion
Misery, they made the daily toga of old and young
Shall we still stand akimbo watching helpless?
Alayande Stephen T.
02.29am
3rd February 2007
NB-For Area Boys at Mile 12 depicting the high level
Of educational degneracy of the Nigerian populace.
I was not carrying milkweeds like a maiden when you met me.
The thunderous blood-red holler my ear yet not been acquainted with.
You rode your moods like a vaquero. In and out of ranges near swirling up motes so thick and far you were nothing but a speck. I like to think I am a queen of our tiny kingdom-- though the monarch you are.
The flowing milk from the mothers breast became the host and breadth and depth of your trough. I am milkweed. You are monarch. You have and endless symbiotic DNA, that dines on energy. I flow like magma and cool to a crust of the earth that man tramples over into dust.
Dark is the night when no star shines;
Deep is the fright when darkness dines.
Dark is the day when light feeds dark;
Deep is the stray that kills fine spark.
Dark is the soul lost in the mire;
Deep is the hold of evil fire.
Dark is the man lost in the heat;
Deep is the span in haze and peat.
Dark is the life lost in the world;
Deep is the strife in maze and swirl.
Dark is the time when all seems lost;
Deep is the grime in barren cause.
Dark is the taste that plunder flings;
Deep is the waste yet grace now springs.
Awaken now to change of heart;
Grace cheers endow to bless new start.
Leon Enriquez
12 Apr 2014
Singapore
Steps his foot out of the door with granny’s anointed words
if blessings were edible, he’d have been fatter than North America
faces the day’s task with immunity to the heat of the sun
dines with the wild to keep the oil running
the quest for a better tomorrow begs for a step further
a bright mind, a weary heart, a bunch of hard nails
and strained muscles still yet deserving of any praise
one added day and his large hope is a chronic liar
for an upgrade, his life is becoming an outlay.
After the rigorous relay,
the day ends in a sleep commenced through deep thoughts
the alarm rings at dawn, no fresh start, the cycle continues
he’s sunk in this ocean until a miracle sailor comes through.
How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never
Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever
Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds
Yet outside double slits, life-forms live completely blind
And voracious appetites, strip eyelashes of girth
Feeding on sebaceous oil, dines parasitic birth
Nibbling away, watching reality slip from sight
Getting up close and personal, with demodex mites
Making much from little, aiming to create new worlds
Eyelashes warp under pressure, turn inward and curl
Scratching the surface, observation now semi-blurred
Eyeballs driving us crazy, itch cannot be demurred
Lice-like creatures, slither up and down paying no tax
Using eyelids as havens, in remorseless attacks
Recombobulating dead skin, not the stuff of dreams
We rip earths orb to shreds daily, in monster machines
By
David Kavanagh
16x13
The quiet heart dines with memories stored
payment acquired from every charade
some are of dark times by my own accord
I've no concern about how long they've stayed
some are pleasant guests lost in a daydream
when life was consumed in joyous fashion
and moonbeam faces held smiles all agleam
as emotion fills each cup with passion
pleasant or dark each memory is mine
though a few are shared with lovers I've known
they may not have kept them if so inclined
these that I have are memories I own
they flicker like candles time looks upon
the yesterdays lived, that have come and gone
2/25/23
UNFADABLE ENTIRETY:
When storm roars and thunder strikes,
My faith's never hit by heavy plight;
It being in the morning, it being in the night.
And the ambient atmosphere can't let me cry,
Since I know what to do in such blight.
All I do's to close my eyes,
When darkness brings to me a fright;
Raises my head up to the skies,
That's when Jehovah sends forth his light.
His entirety never dies,
And no one can define his might.
Everything's passing out as time flies,
But this Sovereign King's forever at the greatest heights.
The heart of the broken soul he buys,
Reform sinners and those weakened by contrite;
At the end makes them new and fine,
Replenishes them with love and pride.
All His creations declare He doesn't despise.
Who's this King who can't be defined?
Everything He does is undisputedly right;
At the home of outcasts he dines,
And He grooms any heart filled with spite,
Transforms and makes it really nice,
As peace and long life He supplies.
JESUS by Joan May Donnelly Ellis
Jesus, You are the Brightest Light of Love
A hearth fire ablaze on Christmas Eve
A child's uncommanded hug
The flicker from a candle's flame
A Hand whose touch leaves a glow
The whisper of a lip's caress
The shower of an autumn snow
Jesus You are the manifestation of my praise
A military stride illuminated by grace
The reception of delight when pure humor releases all care
You are the warmth of an appreciative look
As You muse from your rocking chair
Jesus, You are a revelation spilling forth and pouring Light into my soul as I meditate on You
You are fresh, You are clean, a poet's dream come true
Jesus, You are as welcome as a mountain stream I surrender myself to after a hot Summer day of toil in my garden
Jesus, You are regular visits to Adventure Land
A glove, snow white shifting silken sands
You are a boy running 20 miles to be with the girl he loves.
Jesus, You are a head sinking in a bale of new-mown hay
The healing power of a Palm Tree's sway
And Jesus, You motivate every good that I do.
Jesus, You are the juice from a blade of Kentucky Blue
The tremor following a California Quake too
And Jesus, You've got what it takes to cause the Universe to fall in love with You.
Jesus, You're the dawning of a Carolina moon
The Decider who dines with silver spoon
You're the Yellow Rose of Texas in full bloom
The revival of Pentecost.
Jesus, You are a Prince in housecoat and slippers on a front porch swing
A LOVE for better or worse that clings
You're the Composer of songs Your Angel's sing.
Jesus, You are brevity
An embrace that lingers long after You go.
Jesus, You are the One who never laughed
When the child's love letter was mocked by the elite class.
And Jesus, You make bearable the insults one suffers through
Forgiveness granted for the incomplete, inaccurate view
You're the only One worthy & the only One true
Potter me in word & deed more like You.
Jesus Smells Like Me
Jesus smells like me.
Jesus smells like you—
If you let Him.
Jesus smells like us.
He is the Shepherd,
The One who knows His sheep
and lovingly tends His flock.
He walks where we walk,
dines where we dine,
lives among us,
and dwells close to our hearts.
He is everywhere—
yesterday, today, and always.
He is not a distant Shepherd,
but an intimate and personal one,
who loves His sheep—You and me.
Yes, Jesus smells like us.
Does Jesus smell like you?
He is the gentle Shepherd
who lifts His sheep upon His shoulders,
who carries us when we are weary,
and guards us from danger and shelters us from harm.
Jesus smells like me.
Jesus smells like you.
He wears this fragrance proudly,
for it is the scent of love,
of nearness,
of belonging.
We are safe with this Shepherd at the helm.
When we wander, He seeks us.
When we stumble, He restores us.
When shadows fall, He never leaves us exposed
or alone.
Oh yes, He is our Shepherd.
He leads us into beautiful pastures
and beside still waters.
With a gentle voice, He calls us,
tending His sheep with patience and grace.
He knows each of us by name
and never flees when danger lurks nearby.
He stands firm,
watchful and faithful.
Oh yes, Jesus smells like me.
If we are lost, He comes searching.
If we are broken, He gathers us up.
If we are afraid, He carries us safely in His arms,
holding us close where He can heal, protect,
and care for us.
Yes, Jesus smells like you.
Jesus smells like me.
And I am so grateful that Jesus smells like me.
I am His sheep,
and He is my Shepherd—and yes, He smells like me.
I hope I smell like HIm.
When happiness is just a mare dream
And everything is never as they seem
In memory distant past
And marriage just a fantasy Which never seems to last
When laughter is unheard even not for a while
And frowns replaces the sweet smile
When people live in silence
And friends who are worn out of affection and reliance
When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving passion in an empty world
When life shows us it other side
And crushes our ego and empty pride
When pain is all that we have left
As we walk through life cleft
When we dance to the beat of frustration
And dines at the table of our mental aberration
When our tears defines the bitterness of life
And there leaves no redemption for our endless strife
When so many mysteries are left ravel
And we are just a creation full of gravel
When people are being natured to the highest point of
hate
And it leaves a far distance between us and heavens
gate
When no make up can hide the truth
And reviews all our worthless struggles in sooth
When people makes us go through hell
And the nightmare seem not to go even as we yell
When nothing seem not to be going our way
And it keeps on getting harder despite how much we
pray
When salvation is far from near
And we all have to live our lives in fear
When we all have scars of a broken heart
And our dreams and aspiration been ripped apart
When all that we have lies in the hands of fate
And we seen not to trust and rely on our faith
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion that we all engross
When all these things come to pass
And all our hopes shattered like a broken glass
Every word cut so deep like a hidden knife
And people are merely shadows Just living an empty
life