Long Enclaves Poems
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Two hundred forty two
(12.1 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations
in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,
now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known graves
buried amidst avast
cleft rapacious urbanization
long forgotten innocent youths
hailing within then bucolic
Montgomery, Delaware and Chester county
forsook their young precious lives
voluntarily promising sons
risking life and limb
more often former versus latter
sacrificing stripling flesh
encompassing urbanized tracts
quite familiar to yours truly
suddenly made aware
unbeknownst till yesterday
informative literary handiwork
titled "A Glimpse of Freedom"
engagingly written by Douglas Shupinski
details innocently naive country bumpkins
sacrificing potential sweat of brow,
albeit grueling labor
fostering holistic existence
transforming boyz to men
hardened green soldiers
into battle weary fighters
regarding, kickstarting, envisioning
inchoate cause named freedom
emancipating fledgling America
against British throne
awareness percolates,
perturbs, permeates psyche
synchronizing, manifesting, galvanizing
how past historical events
within close proximity,
where I mostly resided
since birth, now experience
absorption, communion, edification...
with dead souls
nearly deathly quiet
only most perceptive can detect!
FATE
See this wonder that enclaves our heart,
The song we sang as the Israelites in need of king.
That Change became our daily slogan.
Yes we need it, oh it must be in earnest.
In their time they called for revolution.
This period, it amounts to a treasonable offense.
Like the woman in the advice of Solomon
Lured us to their feast.
The sickness they have said to be healed.
Has prevailed on us that what ought to be the last resort is their strength.
Why and why has this loin come on us?
We eat crumps in the midst of wealth.
And our head is not safe offshore the land.
What have we done that this yoke is laid on us
Even this favour could not lure his Uncle to solve.
It amazes me how a lawyer as him could be so interested in this man.
Our hope is lost even in the man we cherish to found it.
This is so astonishing for us to be slaves in our land.
Dear great divine, in your trust we are
For a Passover against this that has made itself our fate.
© Olorunleke Olorode
Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization
extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of melanin
generally affecting predominance
regarding increasing swarthy
naturally copper toned skin
across vast majority of heavily
Caucasian populated areas predicted
to become minority
according new statistics
located at webpage
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/
the-avenue/2018/03/14/
the-us-will-become-minority-
white-in-2045-census-projects/
predict the nation will become
“minority white” in 2045
which genetic assimilation
also harken better angels
among us to herald
interfaith marriage represent
according to hyperlink-
https://www.npr.org/
2013/04/10/176802652/
til-faith-do-us-part-
the-price-of-interfaith-marriage
close to half of all marriages
in this country over the past 10 years
(this cited for the year 2013,
which mostly increased since).
No doubt, the commander in chief
buzzfeeds into this inexorable trend
disquieting, horrifying, mortifying...
especially white supremacists
decrying, lamenting, threatening...
innocents abroad, and/or naturalized citizens
taking cruel dull liver re: to heart
acrimonious, caluminous, jealous, ferocious...
hazarding, kindling, tweeting
inevitable demographic transition overtaking
North America, and teeming masses
(particularly whose skin color,
perhaps fifty shades of brown,
albeit I hereby posit as
forthcoming second, yet
nonpareil gilded bronze age).
Relatively insignificant disparity
(within schema, asper genus/ species
*****sapiens per se)
people comprise greater similarity,
versus starkly disparate contrasts
between each other,
nonetheless oh bomb men able
enthuses, maximizes, trumpets...
every opportunity to spark
altercations, conflagrations, exhibitions...
animals veritably tearing each other
satiating human blood lust,
where coordination, integration, union...
welcoming brother/sisterhood, tolerance,
versus filleting, fomenting fracturing
mosaic boosts ego
inherent narcissistic tribalism!
I'll find my love in the ocean
Mermaid-like, she will call
Her tenderness and devotion
Nurturing one and all
Over the crashing billows
Ethereal, she will roam
Reclining as if on pillows
On incandescent foam
On the backs of playing dolphins
In the call of the whales
Raising the sunfish orphans
Petting bass on the scales
Constructing on the corals
Palaces and enclaves
Settling the fights and quarrels
Under and over the waves -
I'll find my love in the mountains
Peaks of the Tian Shan
Her magnificent countenance
Like glaciers reflecting the sun
Basking in wind and sunlight
Clearing the air of dust
From sunrise and until twilight
Making the beauty last
I'll find my love in the tundra
Under the permafrost
Where would she be, I'll wonder
As I am wandering lost
Petting the polar bears
Giving them her sweet light
Lost to all worldly cares
Bringing the Earth delight
I'll find my love in the Congo
In heart of the Abyss
Seeing the fear and wrong and
Turning it into bliss
I'll find my love in the cloud
Splashing in endless blue
Vanquishing every doubt
Making the dreams come true
I'll find my love in the thunder
Rumbling through autumn air
Turning the mind from blunder
And spirit from despair
I'll find my love in the cosmos -
Heart of the Milky Way -
Playing with laws and causes
Turning the night to day
I'll find my love everywhere
And before I die
I'll send her name as a prayer
Into the clear blue sky.
Hiroshima n Nagasaki – Seventy Five Years Since 1945
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type
atomic bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with 15 kiloton blast yield
reduced 400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets,
the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay,
(the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy years years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister
thermonuclear reaction
malevolent evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful
means maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only poorly be described
by this mortal with curable bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, more-so
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly
than those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface (think towering infernos)
temperatures topping 4,000°C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of sinister mushroom cloud
wickedly, ominously, and eerily looming.
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ring?
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
With ancestral R.S.V.P.
To be spoken with flutes,
Dressed in yellow palm fronds.
The invitation cards spread like
Wide fire in the harmattan,
Fluttering with the strength of
Flirting confetti
Between the navel of the earth
And the heart of the village square.
The living and the dancing —
Kinsmen assembled —
Speaking alien tongues.
Some wearing flowing gowns
And scents of communal petals,
And others in foreign garments
With smells of ceremonies . . .
The procession?
A long ground column of assimilation,
Speechless, yet full of
Local canticles.
Winding ways of the church
Bifurcated enclaves . . .
The procession halts,
And, like two-headed paths,
Splits ?
One leading to the market
And the other to the tavern below
The flat bowel of the town.
At the stroke of twelve
When the church bell peals loudest,
Rosemary weds
And becomes two fleshes-in-one.
There was feasting and wine-ing,
As well as gisting and whining,
From the break of noon till the
Spell of midnight.
The inebriated hardly could
Distinguish between June and July,
And could tell not between the bride and
The groom.
Her dreams entangled in twisted ropes
perturbed fate of banished desires
innocence shriveled in raging fires
they haven't known her bubbling hopes.
Her existence exhausted in spiral cobwebs
blazing her world in exploding scars
yet wounded faith reaches soothing stars
in her festering pain from tides to ebbs.
Her harmless thoughts chained in fears
seemingly offensive to societal norms
will find an abiding shore through storms
history screams the truth over her tears.
She immerses herself in fearful showers
hurtful memories drowning her rugged mind
beneath oceans of paranoia she will find
enclaves of scarlet heavenly augmented powers.
Her frozen blood begins bubbling her cries
simmered courage sprinkled in layered hues
crushed valor floats in mellows of ashes to fuse
beyond afflicted pain in freedom she will rise.
Divinity reflects through her crystal eyes
splashing colors of flaming crimson tune
perfumed kindness drenching sapphire dune
she dusts her wings, like a Phoenix she will rise.
July 31, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
~Premiere Contest Winner: 2nd Place
Howl fir tree, the cedar is fallen
From this narrow lane of time,
from this uncertain strait and burdens
from these enclaves of wearying vanity fair,
from this time bound journeying among mortals,
from its temporal “Joys” and many sorrows,
from pain of fickle frame,
from the cheers and Jeers,
from time to time innumerable,
from mortality to immortality,
from Death to Life beyond.
this Jordan in-between,
here i mourn before my time,
but in Hope beyond the grave,
Through the everlasting covenant,
Left with your memories,
Rest Maami,
Adieu.
Dedicated to the priceless gift of providence.
The Best Mother to walk this earth.
MY LONG LOST FRIEND (NIGERIA)
By Edward Ntebri Egbelo
Just like snow you left the clouds; withering the earth with enclaves of your shadow
Memories can never escape the glimpse of your far gone character; your smiles of hope in moments of dismay
Your pedigree nature in guiding human opinions
Your strength in conquering strange battles with sanguinity and fervour
O!!! Behold thy old self; gazing at the failing mirrors
Jealousy has enclave thy mind with malevolent and odium of close friends
Where is that integrity I use to envy, that humility I use to covet, that optimism I use to hanker? All sucked up; by that quintessence of sleaze
Wake up my friend; up from thy waning slumber
The road is tapered; assuredly coarse and short
But they is surely a destination
Hope fills thy fading face; you will surely conquest over your qualms.
The dreams you beseech will surely be your climax
Your victory is not far-flung my friend; it lies in the neighbourhood
Waiting for you to grab it with complete vigour and sincerity
Haste should be far a point from grasping it
Hold tight my friend, enjoy the cool breeze of nature and acquire your birth right with integrity and honesty.
God bless you my friend
God bless Nigeria
Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins,
Makes my feet moan and groan.
Water rushing,
Never flushing the dirt from years gone past!
Hurts my toes as I meander by.
A journey that continues to last.
Reminded of our good Christian nation,
Held in such elation.
Humanity rushing past,
Over events we try to trash!
Each painful event is attributed to learning a skill!
Just so much verbal swill!
Taking the tired, poor, and hungry
Huddled masses.
Driven by greed and power,
That surpasses,
Any prayer that might be repeated!
Slaves of every grade,
Found freedom to be costly on the farms that they made.
Indigenous peoples forced from their land and culture,
Lost more to the alcohol and disease,
Distributed as we pleased.
Sex trafficked children,
Learning high paying skills instead of school.
Gay teens beaten and cast out,
Became entrepreneurs with their only lot.
Japanese built businesses and thrived.
Those that stayed alive learned how to start all over again!
Irish escaping a famine,
Gained city skills and tenements by the dozen.
Chinese built cross country railways,
Found fame by living in enclaves!
Let's not leave out the new immigrants,
Shuffled from place to place.
Perhaps another skill set learned,
Or another disgrace.
Whatever the event,
As pebbles in the stream,
Another painful event!