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Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
I’ve not let what is broken
So remain broken.
The heart, though fragile
Is too pertinacious not to lie in dust.
So it is after she broke the heart
Harmattan is then only a foetus
When she suddenly appeared
Out of the converging mist
To fan the ember of a heart
She made lone to be cold
In the dry pathetic harmattan.
Can swallows return back
In their flight away from winter
If there be no inferno yonder?
True Love cannot be glad to wear
A crown if it is meant to shave.
O fated son of Anwu!
I came forth while my heart
Beats carthasis
As she kisses me, a death-kiss
And holds my palms to her breasts
Her succulent breasts, my death-bed
And my hands fumbled to her
Buxom backside, my grave yard;
With the sign that if the love dies
The man must die with it!
That night that precedes the day
The day she is gone
While I grieve the grieve of Hades
I received from her her very words
“I will never let you go.”
Which I hid in my heart
To forestall tears behind deep sorrow.
We would have sacrificed everything
Except to sacrifice not to love
Whether it upsets human and custom
To love is to live, to live is for love.
Is there one who can become
A burnt offering to a worthless love?
Even the Son died for worthless souls,
The king of earth and sky mindful
Of mere dust to be redeemed.
Do not prolong my fears, my worries
My pains, People of Anwu
A real and dignified heart does not
Simply replace what is broken
But to mend and redeem
In 1773 the sun never set
on the British Empire so goes the story
now the 'Teatime Islands'
crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory
but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover
standing guard at the Gateway to England
ramparts the enemy to forestall
if the ravens left the Tower of London
the kingdom itself then would fall
and Britain would rule Gibraltar
one of the Pillars of Hercules
so long as macaques inhabit the Rock
another of man's legendary absurdities
but should those Barbary apes depart
the British too will soon follow
and the Overseas Territory come apart
yet to save the primate population
Winston Churhill did insist
in the early days of World War II
reinforcing British rule would persist
to ensure the troop replenishment
he issued a directive September 1944
for five such females brought from Morocco
to maintain the number at twenty-four
and so it seems my friend in the end
the continuance of this green and pleasant land
is in the balance and totally dependent on keeping
a certain breed of bird and Old World monkey on hand
Why did you retain your tears hidden?
Will the issues cease after they are bound?
Are the fountains close to stale down?
Or has your whole life been destroyed?
What fulfills your happiness every day?
For all the suffering you've endured.
Crying for the sake of making others cry.
You're pretending on the inside, indeed.
Are you aware of other people's misery
and wish to attenuate their sadness?
It's a considerable measure of certainty.
You acquire if you discover happiness.
Will you be able to overcome this adversity?
The most unbearable of all was the sorrow.
Endeavoring to climb a mountain endlessly.
To forestall a potential deadly stumble hallow.
I believe you must start working forward.
After seeing others achieve greater success.
Every other fresh morning brings a reward.
As well as a willingness to energize and bless.
Consider putting on your optimal performance.
Never lose hope, even if your life is near its final.
An excess void will never aid in one's ascendance.
All you can do is act with sapience and be helpful.
1st Place contest winner
Written: August 03, 2021
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Your Favourite Poem From 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Even though when we struggled, like it’s forever,
Things might seem to fall apart, yet we forge on,
Life in the world often came with enormous pressure,
And what we have hoped for, seem to be gone,
Yet we kept going on and on, fighting like a warrior,
Living a life, to us, seems impossible and delicate,
How can we continue, against the ironclad barrier?
Wondering what is there in life that we can benefit?
In our inner soul we cry to God, in our uttermost distress,
Everything in prayer, we should bow on our knee,
For God hath said “Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh:
Is there anything too hard for me?”
Remembering that God died for our sins,
Because of his infinite love he has for us,
His blood he shed, for our sins he cleanse,
Any past doing that we transgress, we should confess,
And start our life a new, God’s pow’r in us all,
With God, our strength renewed with authority,
Even though when everything in life seem to forestall,
Forge on my friend, for God is our absolute priority,
Let us renew our lives in God, my comrade, let us refresh!
Let us rejoice always, in God we should rejoice with glee,
For God hath said “Behold, I am the LORD, the God of all flesh:
Is there anything too hard for me?”
Ego ruling mind, we want to reach great heights
About emotions, values we don't care at all
While trying to be the greatest, our actions are not right
To prove they are greatest, countries with others fight
Not a thought about those who die and fall
Ego ruling mind, we want to reach great heights
Poor dying of hunger, rich watch their plight
Hoarding for self, human selfishness does appall
While trying to be the greatest, our actions are not right
Boasting, arguing, criticizing one another we smite
Without thought of self-image, in public we brawl
Ego ruling mind, we want to reach great heights
Killing all life forms, destroying nature, we show our might
Tampering with life cycle, not a thought about our downfall
While trying to be the greatest, our actions are not right
Doing what is right, egoless we should delight
Loving all, helping all, our doom we should forestall
Ego ruling mind, we want to reach great heights
While trying to be the greatest, our actions are not right
04.05.2021
Inspired by
Contest - A major world problem
Sponsor - L MILTON HANKINS
It was an old hotel, and it had its quirks
But I'm O.K. as long as the hot water works.
The owner smiled, wished a good night,
But bad guys moved in, when I turned off the light.
They dosed the room, the vapor spread
Were they hiding in the ceiling - above my bed?
I moved a bench to the fan in the wall
Tried to breathe just that, tried to forestall.
But the bench was too narrow, what else could I do:
I would sleep in the bathroom, leave no clue.
So I took a sheet and towels galore
Turned on the bathroom fan, locked the door
I put my mouth to the opening where air wafts through
My body folded like a snake in a shoe
I didn't sleep enough, there was not enough air,
But some bad guy vapors still got in there.
I walked out before dawn, sat in a chair
I thought why they persecute, it just wasn't fair.
I staggered like stilts were under my legs.
My brain felt like it was scrambled eggs.
I had a raging headache, eyes bloodshot red
I bet a thousand neurons died inside my head.
Nobody I could tell, who would believe this true
They'd start by asking "Who'd persecute you?"
I got a text later that day
The owner hoped I had liked my stay
I couldn't give stars, though it wasn't their fault
That I felt like a corpse, rising from a vault.
You see, I bring a curse from the tristate
Sadists latched onto me, that's my fate.
Contempt pervaded them, like water in a sponge
I should talk to cops but can't take the plunge.
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
Casted wrong feeling
Yesterday was much better
Today cries for warm healing
For morrow not to be a debtor
Or else, the whole isn't appealing
I never got such a dude in line
Happy moment has been fraudulent
Temporal is long vacation at the shrine
Sad moment is no difference cum design
To back up resumption of peace so violent
Let us pretend we never met
May be(if not fine) we can get along
Let us pretend we are poets cum duet
May be(probably never) see each other so wrong
In act of actualizing deeds without regret
Not for anyone, you wouldn't wanna fall
I don't think( in any instance) that would ever work
But you wish to feel among the way we ball
You can only over time develop more a quirk
Thinking you were there but growth thou forestall
Don't love them anymore with thy heart
How can you be home dieing and crying
For long, you've done well been so smart
Don't leave until you changed love not complying
Check, don't live on with that spell; kindly restart
It is better than sending live out to hell
Where yelling continuously compounds
In pains of groan without possibility to be expell
Except it becomes adamant as it abounds
Putting a stop to all seeds planted of earthly spell
A year ago
You were you
Suddenly let go
Fast of you so true
Into a raging bullying ego
Good luck is the wish of these times
Prayer has been on lips everyday long
Before it gets weary, been bordered sometimes
Makes it hard to learn the best song
To sing during praise and worship indoor of rimes
While kneeling unto God Whom you adore
You should also learn the level of maturity
Alongside the peace of neighbors and strangers to restore
The height of reasoning and conversing cum obscurity
Before its end sweep thy name and memories offshore
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth
find reserves of strength that will endure
as long as life lasts.” Rachel Carson
Some thoughts of Earth as just routine, exist;
for it's the only way we know to live.
The Sun comes up each day to coexist
with Earth that's tethered by its rule to give.
The air we breathe- like magic fills our need
for balanced oxygen our lungs require.
The gifts from land and sea are here to feed;
fulfill the hunger of innate desire.
Besides sustaining us, our Earth provides
grand scenery that takes our breath away.
Real land and seascapes offer stunning slides
of artistry- alive in full display.
And, with all this, the gift to procreate;
the flowers, trees- Earth's species, one and all.
A miracle for sure, that steers the fate
to multiply- extinction to forestall.
Earth seasons come and go without a flaw
providing shifts for rebirth after death;
all living things will die by nature's law-
to sleep in Winter- rise with Springtime breath.
Must contemplate this beauty of our Earth
that grants the strength to recognize its worth.