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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and relatives resembled villains, who gave me grief,
Warnings of elders seemed shell blown into ears of deaf,
Bunking classes I went roaming with loafers just like me,
At night, to movie theaters, second-shows, I went to see;
Sessions of beer and wine too spontaneously started,
Stronger among us tried to puff marijuana, whole-hearted;
Church-going and prayers got stopped, like drying streams,
Scruples troubled the nights, filling with deadly dreams;
Peripheral flamboyancy exhibited many extravaganzas,
Life, yet, often seemed empty like vague poetic stanzas;
Youth, like that of Francis Thompson, in waywardness went-by,
Till one day, boozed heavy, like a dead I had happened to lie;
Compulsory confession and conversion was all suggested,
Inner mind (as it thought) to these idiocies, protested;
It's, then, when personal monetary bankruptcy crept,
When friends, like migratory birds, my company left;
My fiancé, finding me no more glamorous and glee,
Dared to flee, with my extremely execrable enemy;
Existence, like that of the prodigal son, fell absurd,
With severest of stress and misery; insight blurred;
Bike-accident appeared as last straw on camel's back,
Hospitalizing me all my playful activities it did hijack;
With weak limps when the brink of the grave I did reach,
Wisdom, like epiphany, new morals to me did preach;
Convictions coerced me to leave Sodom and Gomorrah,
Be inspired perpetually by the enchanting divine aura;
Repented; sins confessed; I am, then, a man reborn,
Walk upright; my fidelity on the scriptures being sworn...!
17 August 2022
The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever Poetry Contest
the void of polarity interchange
touches the core of absolute silence
that pristine motionless singularity point
peaked potential present everywhere at once
reverberations of all vibrations before emanation
arise by force of will from this stillness fulcrum
being the seat of undivided consciousness
so nothing is separated from source
shifting gently into the heart of God
in that instant transcending space-time
soul presence may bilocate spontaneously
vibrationally in any realm or domain self-aware
as one becomes two and the two becomes many
as the breath of God we can too ensoul any
with the caveat that we be love and light
the throb of magnetism all pervading
the morning begins like too many before it, the smell of the factory burns away the last remnants of the dreams i had when i was young
i bring effort enough to smile, offer "good mornin" to the others like me, and try to remember how this seemed like a good idea so many years ago
i reach my station, alongside the co-worker that hums a dull tune of one note all day, and hang my head to play the part i've won
many days have passed, i hurt when i try to count the number, since i stood wide-eyed looking at a future that since went somewhere i don't know
i repeat the ballet, over and over and over, til the show ends and i can return to my place of solace where noone understands what i've done
i make it there, hardly damaged by my experience, look at the faces that welcome me,
...and now i remember why i'm happy to do this
Form:
When I was younger I used to think I would look
Exactly like that catalogue model if I had that pink coat,
And those fuchsia polka dot gloves, and that fur hat.
So I would buy them, but my hair would stay the same.
My face did not get younger,
And they simply did not look the same on me.
An epiphany I had the other day.
These models do not eat food.
They serve them wallpaper, and make them throw it back up.
I smile thinking of this as I stare at my pink coat
In size double zero that I could have never worn in my life.
I only ordered it, so the man on the
Other end of the phone would not laugh
When I gave him my actual size.
Dhramned catalogues anyway!
Tryst edged ... Aurora whisper serendipitous saffrons,
e'er forging balms beamish strands to aerate crown's expanse, whilst bestrewn
lissome mists waltzes amongst errant gasp caught in rapture.
An ephemeral cloudburst evaporates on supine
silhouettes of the gods. Pristine manna with a sigh ... midst hollow
utter, guides dulcet zephyrs to petrichor arousals.
Purged euphoric realm steep in its prismatic solitude
poise, waft chimerical imagery effervescent caprices,
volley afar ... harks labyrinths mellifluous murmur.
Vesper, yon the zenith of Terra, breathe his claim toward
the cosmos, granting resplendent panacea a vestured vault,
... occasions an epiphany as moonglade o'er a lake.
You find everything,
When nothing is at your door.
So much space to explore,
More of my soul.
I let it take control,
Rolling with how it goes.
Life flows endlessly,
Eternity a friend to me.
Carrying entities to their destiny,
Time becomes an amenity.
Fear is the enemy,
Your soul holds density.
The body electricity,
Electromagnetic energy.
Within everything you see,
Atoms Are building things to be.
A vibratory epiphany,
Connecting you and me.
Feeling everything,
In nothing you can see.
Innercourse with reality,
I feel ecstasy fill me.
Spilling out my energy,
My cup no longer empty.
Atoms create what I see,
Everything I believe to be.
And it took having nothing,
To truly show me.
A vibratory epiphany,
I am All I see,
Vibrating at a frequency,
Uniquely tailored to me,
Teaching all I need to know,
Helping me evolve and grow,
Understanding the shadow,
High and lows,
That's just how it goes,
Beginnings have to end you know,
A round and round you go,
Flowing sound floating around,
Grounded by an entity,
It's really just energy,
Feeling surging sensations,
Changes in vibration,
My mood changes stations,
As I store information,
In relation to how it works,
Finding the perks,
Tear jerking experiences,
Tearing at our innocence,
Fear lurking in the distance,
Just waiting for the chance,
The dance within the expanse,
Influencing every move,
If you find the groove,
You've found the right tune,
Soon to be singing along,
To a whole different song.
Terra Incognita
Hidden!
Uncharted eternity birthing
Roiling!
In a slow dance
The pregnant pause of terra’s faults
Breaks o p e n
In slip strikes
Earth’s fiery magma
Spit back into the hands of Heaven’s potter
Churning!
Moody
Mercurial
Footprint on the landscape’s soul
Journey to epiphany and nature’s improvisation
New land birthed
Uncharted steamy islands
The territory of infinity’s face revealed
Spouting from the abyss of oblivion
Amorphous!
Shapeless
Nameless
Anonymous
Ambivalent explosions of molten earth
Unmapped anticipation
For future nomad’s unquenchable quests.
8-29-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen Terra Incognita
11-14-22
Contest: Mile 20 Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
25 Lines
I'm tired,
and I need to get some sleep.
But I'll spend most of my night,
in a self-imposed fight.
Trying hard not to write
about how I, right now,
must write.
I'm caught in a bloodless battle
where no one gets killed.
But in this altercation
only ink will be spilled.
No chaos or carnage,
or even subterfuge.
I’m just facing a reality
knowing I'll always lose.
I'm a victim of inspiration
a slave to my passion,
and seduced by an epiphany.
I have no choice
but to pull out my pen,
and lord help me,
let the writing begin.
You see I feel a desperate urge,
a great need to write!
And I, like a junkie looking
for a two-day fix.
Must write and right now!
Each word pounding on the paper
like an intervention.
I need more of the soothing sensation
of a pen in my hand.
Because writing this piece,
was never my plan.
Oh God help me,
I'm a Poet.
Grotesque, in its unyielding grip of the vehement soul,
A parody, a caricature, of mercy's exalted role.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
As scars accrue—like bitter frost life has lost.
Unsettling perceptions, now relics of savage years;
Movement on the frontline, dispel ancient fears.
As light gently penetrates each cell,
Spirits elevate, casting off the heavy shell.
Today's lessons fade chiaroscuro's grip,
Nursing the unseeking seeker’s shattered bits.
The Midas touch, sculpts the mind's trend,
Cotyledons blooming towards heliotrope's bend.
Endless gratitude, to souls who converge with care,
Hope of eradication quells mayhem with flair.
"Work hard, party harder"—the rhythm of life,
A "Talent Eve" awaits, confetti in the air as we dine.
Coaxing fledgling bards, ammunition ready to depart,
A vibrant, joyous escape from a didactic start.
Shangri-La in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Creativity set to orchestrate a vivid symphony.
Reviving life in a parasite’s domain,
The more, the merrier, the event sustains.
Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.