Long Erase Poems
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Chalkboard solitude eats at my mind
My fingers leave scars in the written words
And behind me a herd of sheep cries out
As the remaining words run red
And blood drizzles down the board
My thoughts were abhorred
But my actions were lauded
What a twisted juxtaposition
Mindlessness is a cancer
So critical of every flawed detail
But envious of others despite their ineptitude
And fire could burst from my fingertips
You'd never know it from all the silence
And when I finally turn around
What a surprise it is
To find me alone in the white walled room
Dreaming of yesteryear
But there's paint chipping on the wall
And I dig away at it
And behind the whiteness of the walls
Is a mold that runs deep
That's been festering for over a decade
These white walls are merely a facade
For an ugly truth buried beneath
That bequeaths me with sorrow
And when I turn back around
The chalkboard remains
Without any words
You spoke with certainty, but you never asked a question.
You judged with conviction, but you never sought the truth.
You saw my face, my creed, my silence—and decided I was guilty.
Not of crime.
Of difference.
You called me dangerous because I did not kneel.
You called me devil because I did not pray your way.
You called me broken because I did not beg for your approval.
But I was never yours to define.
You dressed your fear in righteousness.
You wrapped your cruelty in concern.
You called it justice.
But it was exile.
You did not break me.
You revealed me.
I am the one who stood alone in the courtroom of your whispers.
I am the one who bore the sentence without the crime.
I am the one who walked out—not free, but forged.
You thought silence would erase me.
You thought shame would shrink me.
You thought exile would end me.
But I am still here.
Sharper.
Colder.
Clearer.
I do not forgive.
Not because I am cruel.
But because forgiveness is earned, not assumed.
And you have not earned it.
I do not forget.
Not because I am bitter.
But because memory is my armor.
And I wear it with pride.
You may speak again.
You may try to rewrite the story.
But I have already carved mine into frost.
And it will not melt for you.
My heart of stone quenches its thirst in the dirty hands of misery.
The tears of my family tree run down the scarred faces of their history.
The pain of my color screams in silence the secrets these racists choke.
My dignity unravels in the cold sheets of indifference.
I write prayers with the sufferings of my dehumanized ancestors.
Colonial barbarity rocked me more tenderly than the arms of a banana republic.
The darkness of my Africanness embraces me with the tenderness Marianne denies me.
My nightmares slip through the bars of their contempt.
I build castles of peace from the rubble of my rage.
Humanity has left me, but poverty calls me by my name.
I walk barefoot on the embers of a History they wish to erase.
My memory bleeds beneath the spit of their falsified textbooks.
The chains of my forebears still echo in the halls of their palaces.
The scars on my skin speak centuries their museums keep silent.
The winds of exile still blow through my sand-filled veins.
I breathe the ashes of my ancestors burned into oblivion.
The shadow of my truth roams through the filthy dungeons of their ignorance.
They painted my penance as folklore to display it without ever hearing it.
My ordeal crosses centuries but never breaches their borders.
I was born of the grim whirlwind of ancestral fury.
The flag of my homeland flies from my heart, but my roots have mourned for millennia.
My mother tongue weeps in the darkness of the Republic’s atrocities.
They offer me equality like one throws a bone to a starving dog.
Their lights dazzle me but never warm me.
My clenched fists still hold the dreams they hanged.
The wrinkles of my grandmother bear the cartography of a perpetual revolt.
I kneel on the ruins of my identity reduced to dust.
My pride is a wound they refuse to heal.
My surname suffocates in their colonized mouths.
Our own moral code, our own moral thoughts,
These are the rules we live by.
And we know, if we don’t heed our own thoughts,
Then we’re just living a lie.
That lie is the “Watch how good I must be.
Believe the ME that I am not.
And just ignore the ME that is in plain view.
Ignore what I haven’t got.”
People living this lie, destroy feelings, they wreck, they ruin,
The facts they simply erase.
Erase all the truth, retelling a whole new story,
It’s the reality they replace.
Materially they’ll win at any cost,
You see, immoral narcissists are emotionally vain.
Moral folks need to just leave them be,
And walk away from the prevailing pain.
TOO LATE TO PLEAD
( event to Republic of Biafra)
Long time ago, all the way
From northern Nigeria, a lorry
Load of a thousand headless
Corpses arrived at“Obodo Ajana
village square”. In that instance,
The earth shivered, shrunk,
Sobbed, wept and closed her eyes.
To see none of the Inhumanity.
It was as if rain hid in the
Sky,refused to rain..
No! It was as if the sun
Romanced the moon.
An eclipse? No! Mother
Earth weept for her children,
Refused Consolation… because they were no more
More appalling, heap
Of a woman cut in her travail.
We felt really bruised.
Bruised though we were,
The Victims were buried.
Its Mission fulfilled, the lorry
Got stuck at the village square.
No child ever toyed with it.
It’s inscription “Heavens Gate”
Gradually faded to time and weather,
Leaving a scare that neither rain nor
Sun could erase. Of its Painting
The village Catechist condemned,
“Everyman had been judged before
Arrival. Too late to plead,
Too late to pray
And too crooked to say
“NIGERIA PRAYS”
Somewhere at Aburi, Ghana,
Reason failed.
Brothers in brute
Passion matched to war.
The rest was history.
AKUDOLU IGNATIUS.
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A graveyard stands upon the hill;
its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide
of nature's forces beating hard;
I pass and hear the buried cry.
"Reverse the trend, relentless grown,
that would erase our names for aye;
for who grants thought to silent stones
and corpses claimed in nameless graves?
We yet would speak, if you inquire,
if you draw near with ear and heart .
We speak of dreams left unfulfilled;
we sing our song which but in part
was heard before our souls were claimed.
Oh, who will hear what we would tell
with our last link with life consumed,
when dust with dust is mingled well?
We have a vision unattained
by you who still are flesh and bone;
if you our secrets wish to share,
dare carve us deeper in the stone."
©Faye Lanham Gibson, 1987
This poem was inspired by a very old cemetery behind my home.
The tombstones were worn so badly that the names could hardly
be discerned.
In the depths of verses penned in ink and thought,
There lies a fear that lingers, unbesought.
To press delete, to erase what once was wrought,
But courage falters, leaving dreams uncaught.
Years have passed, yet still the words remain,
Etched on the pages, a poetic chain.
Some born of passion, some from youthful pain,
Yet in each line, a story to sustain.
I look back on my younger days,
Seeing flaws in the verses, tangled in a haze.
Yet within the chaos, a spark ablaze,
A journey of growth, through life's maze.
To clean up the soup, a daunting task,
To let go of the words, to unmask.
But in the poetry's essence, a bask,
In the beauty of creation's flask.
I hesitate, unable to concede,
Afraid to lose what I once agreed.
But in the hesitation, a seed,
Of bravery blossoms, a poet's creed.
For within the lines, a tale complete,
Of struggle, growth, and words so sweet.
To press delete, a daunting feat,
Yet in letting go, a new heartbeat.
Form:
Written: April 18, 2025, for contest by Useeking Seeker
Suggested line of inquiry:
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to chime.”
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I'm a susurrus with a dawn-lit smile,
In thanatopsis ballet of storm, yell sporadic.
Boundless, such is the ocean, tied by its magic,
In seraphic settings, I grasp how to guile.
As fire blazes within an obsidian hearth,
Stars convey stories of light and shadow.
Where echoes fear to tread, silence is shallow,
Every morning, a raw beginning will appear.
In the earth's fabric, I breathe and bloom,
Beyond boundaries, lucid dreams may fly.
A sprawling cosmos of light and dark can pry
I am still grounded in this airy, earthy room.
Time flows such as water across my veins.
The universe hums a symphonic tune.
From bright elixir to moonlit dune—
During each ebb and flow, that remains.
"God's spark ignited by our mute breath."
Some unseen cosmic link, firm and profound.
A magnetic fascination storm swirls around.
A gentle whisper of love's boundless strength.
Within my soul, divine pulsation rings.
Subdued by a miasma of seraphic grace.
Eclipsing shadows that time cannot erase.
Through hallowed silence, my spirit sings.
Infinite ties extend across physical chains.
I am molded by the requiem of endless caress.
Crafted in a symbol of light to softly bless.
While the grasp of truth continues to reign.
Into vast areas where humans dare not tread.
My heart swirls in synergy with stars above —
God's glory weaves across boundless love—
Creating an eternal chorus in mercy embed.
Baby sit down
Take a load off
Let's pour a glass of wine
And just talk
No telephones
No big TV
Just you and I together
And honesty
Not a single ear to hear
Except for our own
Let my words take you places
You never dreamed you'd go
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Let me go back
To the first place
I laid eyes upon an angel
And met fate
I knew at first glance
That someday we'd be
Talking bout forever
Discussing destiny
So here we finally sit
Letting inhibitions go
Expressing all our hearts
And revealing all our souls
With every breath I breathe I swear I think about you
When my heart beats, I can see
Your eyes and perfect smile
I brought you here, to make it clear
And erase any doubt
You know I've had these feelings for a while
Yes you know I've had these feelings for a while
Galaxy, heart
erase, gaze
tender, cold
How do I love thee --
I cannot count the ways,
for there are none.
Not because the sun doesn't
grace thy face with its brilliance,
leaving the rays reflected back in a trance
and even the shadows dancing
as they trace thy golden reflection,
guiding thoughts through galaxies
tenderly gloved within thy gallant gaze
no imagination can erase.
Nor because the wind breathes traces
of divine intelligence
as thy tender breath reaches my wearied face.
No
Not because there is nothing to love,
but because love had left my ice-cold presence
long before we met,
and my heart was left alone
with no shadows of my own to dance
as they traced reflections of light,
for there was no light to trace.