Long Gallivant Poems

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Touch My Finger On the Golden Pen

I been trying to pen this verse for days but  the words could not come out
My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me
my flesh clinged firmly  to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly  around
I can still hear their deceptive voices  talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me
They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until  we ended up in Freetown
I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window
and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown.
I went to retrieve my  towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes  staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around
He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened 
His  aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak
I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on
I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days
And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top
The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way
I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century 
Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside 
The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay  what I could not afford
I went outdoors to buy colored  paper to post  Gods messages
but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it
Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window 
The next day I could breathe fresh air  and the God in heaven finally appeared
the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night
Darkness suddenly faded  away and  a bright light radiated over  the message truck  and illuminate  it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy 
And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are  all free to live again.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Words of Wisdom To My Child

You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.

My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you

Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles

Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need

Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction

Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support

Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops

Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom

Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as 
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.

He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality

Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage 
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity

Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines 
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric 
     denizens reigned horns of a dilemma blitzen deer
     dwelt deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) vixen
     gargoyle visitations that cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant 
     disturb donnor party quiescent sleep 
     with devilish and sinister prance. 
 
Apparitions crept stealthily into peaceful slumber receptacle
     repository whence illusory landscape of dreams
     take place to rejuvenate exhausted 
     body, mind and spirit triage

      rent asunder blissful sleep with startled fright
cold sweat drenched nighttime garments and bedding
     teeth chattered uncontrollably
     heart pounded loudly inside chest 
     nightmarish phantoms wrought an awful ghoulish sight.
 
Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered 
     frenzied gargantuan hallucination
     seventy two plus years ago today inauguration 
     into atomic age took place
one country after another sought 

     to acquire demonic and destruction devices
     maintain self-preservation in surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat 
     heir hilly looms and threatens life on Earth
     one launched missile spells extermination 
     across entire global space.
 
No escape from humankind military machines 
    munitions march mean madness 
    and guaranteed demise to all life 
*****Sapiens violent history of bias, 
  intolerance and/or prejudice 
     characterizes vicious warfare and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future (and perhaps alien) archeologists
     who will sift thru civilization debris with delicate knife.
 
Artifacts buried in a heap 
   of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments and hedonistic symbols 
   gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam spewed into outer space
     alien nations light years distant collect miniscule bits and pieces 
     offer object lesson as extinction 
     for beings become excessively brash.

Malevolent Mental Maelstrom

inside me cranium 
toady, an amphibious December 19th   
twenty twenty one sinisterly drum
intonating forty five orbitz one bum
graduated as hard school  of knocks alum. 

Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens
dwell deep inside subterranean vault 
perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape 
with imaginary (yet realistic)
gargoyle visitations cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders 
cavort and gallivant 
disturb quiescent sleep 
with devilish and sinister prance. 

Apparitions crept stealthily 
into peaceful slumber receptacle
repository whence illusory 
landscape of dreams
take place to rejuvenate 
exhausted body, mind and spirit triage
rent asunder blissful sleep with 
a startled fright
cold sweat drenched 
nighttime garments and bedding
teeth chattered uncontrollably
heart pounded loudly inside chest 
nightmarish phantoms wrought 
an awful ghoulish sight.

Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered 
frenzied gargantuan hallucination
seventy six plus years ago today inauguration 
into atomic age took place
one country after another sought 
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
maintain self-preservation in  
surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat  
looms and threatens life on Earth
one launched missile spells extermination 
9.
across entire global space.

No escape from humankind military machines 
munitions march mean madness 
and guaranteed demise to all life
*****Sapiens violent history of bias, 
intolerance and/or prejudice 
characterizes vicious warfare 
and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future 
(and perhaps alien) archeologists,
who will sift thru civilization debris 
with delicate knife.

Artifacts buried in a heap 
of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments 
and hedonistic symbols 
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam 
spewed into outer space
alien nations light years distant 
collect miniscule bits and pieces 
offer object lesson as extinction for beings 
that become excessively brash.
Form: Rhyme

The Precision of Time

I watched the morning glow as the universe gets ready for the evening show, everything was in place and they were getting ready to run the big race, but time was on their side   and on wisdom they had to rely, the birds were singing the trees were dancing, and the morning celebrates with a grin. 

The people gather around from country, state, city, county and town to join the celebrations and gallivant around the town. They were dressed in fine linen adorn with golden trimming, hundreds of them descend on the stage to join the parade in costumes made from laces.

I have never seen anything like this before, everyone was on the dance floor. producers. directors and designers and the chorus and the actors were leaning together on the sides while the big band entertained everyone.

The crowd gets bigger and thicker, and the children began to scatter, moving from door to door and asking for more; trick or treater the sound kept repeating and the wind began to howl, some got their bags full, and others did all that they could, but some bags were half empty, and some children were unhappy.

The universe enters the town once more knocking on every door, but no one was around; all the houses were empty and bright lights shines majestically from every roof, the people could not understand that winter was   creeping upon the land.

Chilly breeze flow through the trees telling everyone that winter was drawing near, and they had to prepare, but the people act as if they didn't care, they walk around, the street, greeting the people that they meet, adorn in fine costume, they move slowly to the rhythm vibrating in the town.

Some people came in late and could not find the place, they had to walk in a straight line until they reach the gate. Coordinate with the precision of time, and you don't have to join the line.
Form: Narrative


Ignorance Is Not a Friend

Adolescents gallivant the street in glee

they sing and shout enjoying freedom they never accounted for

knowing not the pain the ones before suffered so they may gain

Ignorant of the blood stained walls they pass as they happily walk

 

Their noise makes the streets come alive in the night

It disguises the cry of the meek to howls of joy

it silences the death rattle of the woman suffering at the hands of the beast for he still roams the streets

its tranquil in ignorance that covers the deceit of the man standing at the alter preaching

 

the one who hears the desires of the afflicted has gone to sleep

he sees us not for the fire that was once ablaze is extinguished

this treacherous sin is the wax that has covered the ears of the creator

darkness roams where light once was for evil prevails when the good cease to do good

 

behind closed doors his monstrous hands daily caress her body

everyone hears her cry yet hide behind their fingers and choose not to fight

a hero to many is a villain with no mercy

only the foreigner objects to this inhuman behavior

 

a heroine walks in to save the day for she is a purposeful trailblazer

a breath of fresh air that tangles the cobwebs that lay

troubles the stagnant waters that the nostalgic thought to be bliss

uncovers the hidden and frees her from captivating and enlightens the world on the wrong of the situation

 

A new generation rises to take their place

its a choice well all should make or drown on a trance to a dismal fate

its either we stare in ignorance or end the cycle of abuse

fight the scourge that has prevailed before

YOUTH WHERE ART THOU? THE TIME IS NOW! STAND UP AND FIGHT

Ignorance is not a friend!
Form:

I Wish I Weren'T An Ant

I WISH I WEREN’T AN ANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I weren’t an ant, my survival rate is scant
Done in by a pesticide, or a shoe, as I gallivant
A solitary figure, when I roam, I am seldom seen
In Africa, in motion, we’re a devastating machine

But that’s not my fate, I’m a sentinel at the gate
Guarding the queen laying eggs at an alarming rate
When I’m on a hunt for food I always leave a scent
So I can find my way back home in rapid descent

I may be small, but  I can lift twenty times my weight
Orts, meat, leaves or carcasses are typical freight
We are constantly on the hunt for sugary sweets
When acting in groups we perform incredible feats

That’s enough about me, I’ve got kin you need to see
They’re called fire ants once upon you it’s no mercy
They overwhelm you, stinging, causing great pain
Stumble across their mound; your distance maintain

I’ve got giant kinsmen that are in our tribal clan
Called carpenter ants habituating across the land
Their name may give that group a sense of glamour
I ask you, ever seen an ant carrying a hammer?

We are always busy, maintaining a colony means work
Soldiers, drones, workers, none allowed duty to shirk
But always being busy causes my legs to get sore
I’d like to be someone else, like the majestic condor 

Soaring high over the Nazca plains in southern Peru
Seeing geoglyphs visible only from an aerial view
I’d glide, dive and do inside n outside double loops
High above Andean peaks with frightening swoops
But alas that’s a daydream of mine nary to be seen
As I forage seeking food for our egg laying machine
Form: Rhyme

This Time

Those moments when i 
reminisce 
Those fragments of  my 
yesterday.
Momentary 
peace....momentary bliss
Wherein we sublime in 
ecstasy..
Ravenous kisses 
Every single minute..
Every night our passion 
we ignite
Our bodies in  unity...
Those times when loving 
you was abominable
But  my confidence 
where as aggressive
As the forces that were 
repellent
Trying  to cease that 
which is timeless...
Our  love my empress


A few has changed today
A lot seem  to be going 
sway...
This wasn't kimsten
Not the one in  my 
perception..
I had dreams of a happy 
ending
All i see are dramas 
without ending...
The air is full of splenetic 
remarks
We've turned  to the 
dark side of our heart 
which is nefarious..
Why let hate gallivant in 
our heart
When there is excessive 
space  for  love  

My lily that blossoms in 
the valley
That's another title  for 
you  my lady..
Remember those days 
you called me honey
When  your beauty was 
exquisite..
Quit a few hasn't 
changed since then
Time itself cannot 
incognito  your vigor.
You are a diamond
You are priceless
Other ladies shine but 
you are the brightest
You have been with me 
since  my past and
It brings me great 
delight  to see you right 
here..
Though i see moist in 
you eyes
But they glisten when 
you smile ....
Though a few moments, 
but i  cherish..
I dwell in and with you 
That's all i am planing
  

You are  my past, my 
present and future
You are  my lady, all i 
ever  live  for



Prince ekpemandu
Ssshhh.....!

In the Valley

In the valley,
a glistening kaleidoscope of celestial orbs
dwells in an epic sky...on a bed of aster.
My eyes are ravenous searching the timeless universe,
a visual delight lying under an oasis of stars.
Embraced in an exquisite night zephyr
in a moment of cherished bliss,
I am impervious to the tainted world.
It's ironic how the nefarious coexists with the sublime,
all one world depending on one's perception...
I shed a tear with humility
feeling insignificant in the vast universe, 
while pondering the simplicity of what is kismet...
my life is in the hands of God, uncomplicated. 
I am the one which obscures my destined path.
Knowing my fate has led me to the valley,
with vigor I taste the moist, night air,
breathing in the lilacs and lilies in bloom.
I am under the auspices of the stars 
and their effusive gallivant across the glorious sky,
all a testament to the beauty of creation. 
Tomorrow will be ecstasy,
certainly, better than yesterday.
Perhaps, even better than these minutes
under an epic sky...
in the valley.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 13, 2012
For Secret Contest (PD) 

Scrabble words used: kaleidoscope, glisten, celestial, dwell, epic, aster, ravenous, timeless, universe, delight, valley, oasis, exquisite, zephyr, cherish, bliss, impervious, tainted, ironic, nefarious, sublime, perception, humility, simplicity, kismet, vigor, moist, lilac, lily, auspice, effusive, gallivant, testament, ecstasy, yesterday, minutes.

Premium Member Psychoanalysis

Psychoanalysis

Vanity and ecstasy overwhelm the minds of people,
Who gloat with conceit and display,
And pompous arrogance as they parade
Before the public, as chosen vessels,
For behavioural rewards determined by themselves
As acceptable to indulge in the belittling of others!
This defines their existence as noble in cause.
When they, the elite, rendezvous with fate;
And perceive themselves to be unique,
Superior beings segregated from them,
Who are weak-minded and susceptible
To interpretations and suggestions.
—Who have no reason
To exist, nor possess finesse attributes,
And cannot be distinguished from the herd mentality.
Or so they think!

This precarious attitude can be judgmental
And disassociating; it invites dismal consequences.
Out of touch with reality and full of themselves,
They gallivant through branches in the tree of knowledge,
And haphazardly arrive at false conclusions.
Based on a biased perception of the world,
That only ‘they’ can understand as rational;
Gives credence to psychoanalysis.
—Sound familiar!
And hope others will be hoodwinked by your antics
To believe you are nonchalant.
When in actuality, you are stressed out and nervous,
To be discovered as introverted.
You will not acquiesce to truthful criticism.
It is a deprived mind that derives pleasure
From the dissection of another.
Form: Verse

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