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Placed 10th in the contest 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 by Mark Toney. Contest was judged on September 3rd, 2025
The First of the trilogy that continues as "The Sober Dawn" and "Tonight Will Soon Be Over".
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Afrobeats played in the background,
his sweet breaths drying my sweat.
Palmwine rested on his shaky left palm.
Then he said the nonsense
that drunk men usually mutter—
an alcohol-soaked “I love you.”
He staggered within arm’s length,
already reeking
of eight calabashes of liquor.
The drink painted his handsomeness
into
a mocking caricature of a clown.
His trembling right hand brushed my chest.
I felt good—
as if the hot tropical sun had frozen,
and my heart raced
to his sheepish smile.
My feet quaked as sweat soaked my shoes.
The ground vibrated under dancing legs,
the overcrowded clubhouse
minding its own business.
“African Calypso!”
thundered an inebriated fellow,
his chorus landing ten seconds early,
ahead the mimed song.
My new guy copied him.
He dragged me to the dance floor.
We were both drunk,
so we both fell over.
Bottles of palmwine broken,
calabashes shattered.
Everything was messed up—
except the Afrobeats,
the only joy that remained.
Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid,
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.
My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying humor without repulsion,
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner.
Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?
Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Your intelligence is of special kinds,
Your goodness runs your enemies aground,
God's favour in your life forever binds,
Your wisdom is just undoubtedly sound.
On your face, happiness is daily found,
You are sweet like songs played by a good band,
Your handsomeness is cool all the year round,
The pure love in your heart meets all demand.
Success flows into your life with no end,
You and prosperity form solid bonds,
Your kindness daily finds hearts for a mend,
Your love cools like having a million Pounds.
Your blessings are uncountable as sand,
Your greatness penetrates all types of bounds,
Your friendship is more than a million grand,
In your life God has made his love abounds.
He had a handsomeness that spoke about his character
Yanez was instantly drawn in, by his nobility and his strength
He had integrity even if he did not understand the evil of Brooke
His teacher Macassar had prepared him for everything but this
Governor Brooke figured out this curious man was coming
Wanting answers he did not want to give; he was a jealous man
Kammamuri vocal as Yanez, pleading with Sandokan to stop this quest
He kept moving forward, catching a steamer turned toward Labuan
Marianne was the most beautiful woman Sandokan had ever seen.
She was daring and clever, nothing like her diabolical uncle.
Their hideout was the Island of Mompracem, referred to by pirates
Under the name The Tigers of Malaysia. Their adventures were many.
I knew back then
I was charming and handsome,
confident as I dined and wined
with my classmates.
Then you walked in—
my handsomeness faded
before the glow of your beauty.
Twenty years seem like yesterday;
your beauty and my charm combined
to gift us three radiant children.
We were selfish
with our good looks~
we showered them on our children,
and the world bows quietly
to their elegance.
That first day we met
still feels like yesterday—
a Saturday then, a Saturday now.
Only difference: that day was December,
this one September.
Your shyness never changed,
nor did mine.
We read our first book
from the same chapter of innocence—
a blind man led a blind woman,
and in our Eden we found
the courage to begin.
I gave you the apple,
not you me.
So no serpent tempted me,
only my stubborn desire.
God bless that day—
a virgin me met a virgin you,
and our first deflowerment
crowned us mum and dad.
And my heart's suddenly skipping a beat
To the tune of his wooden, stringed acoustic
He's always been who I was meant to meet
His words sung, spoken, or written: my music.
My cheeks warm and soften into a smile.
When I am serenaded by him, my heart swells.
His songs make me happy longer than awhile.
Truly he is the one whom in my heart dwells.
And my heart suddenly slows so steadily
As he sensually seduces my body and mind.
His handsomeness makes me give in readily.
His everything all makes him one of a kind.
My whole body and mind sink inward.
He early on became my favourite partner ever.
His lovemaking makes me love being forward.
He is my best, last, dearest ever lover.
Baby girl please listen to me
Don't fall in love so soon
He's fooling you
Don't let your innocent mind be fooled from his sweet charming
Read the lies in his eyes
Don't get comfortable with his hugs
He's an empty soul
Be the one with a mature sense because you're smart and know better
He's full of himself
Look beyond his handsomeness
His heart is a black coal
He's nothing but trouble
Baby girl please listen to me
Don't go fall in love with him because he's got a BMW and a few bucks to treat you
He's a show off heartbreaker no good for you
Don't sell your pure heart to him my girl
He's not the one... Trust me!
Smile
Akkina R Downing
Drag back the hands of time
our love has g r o w n in leaps and bounds
we've f~l~o~w~n with b~i~r~d~s many times, returning
to hold an olive branch—
our feet s.t.u.c.k in clay, molded by love~
we are now at a point of no return
Count the teeth in our mouths
many are missing to b-l-o-w ourselves a good kiss
our skin now w~r~i~n~k~l~e~d, and we care less when
we g~i~g~g~l~e like playful c h i l d r e n,
tingling at the joy of c~r~i~n~k~l~e~d clothes
Beauties have faded
handsomeness now f~l~o~a~t~s in thin a~i~r
our v i s i o n too feeble to s e e flowers
in their f.r.e.s.h.n.e.s.s—
our hands too weak to c~a~r~e~s~s,
to a~r~o~u~s~e a dead horse back to life
even when a once-dry ~l~a~k~e~
is filled with the ~w~a~t~e~r~ of p.a.s.s.i.o.n
We are now resigned to fate
our love is at a point of no return
old age has made love our only option—
no room for hatred, since our hearts p.u.m.p
only pure love as ~b~l~o~o~d~
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms good clings.
With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.
Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
In the darkest and coldest world
one can find a flickering flame,
never allowed to shine brightly and widely
and break the macabre darkness;
nothing could escape from here,
from its torturous and squalid abyss...
where each demon has a frown of austerity:
ah, in this obscure confinement, I'd be afraid!
In the darkest and coldest world
the isolation is unbearably horrid;
bats constantly squeak to scare off owls that coo,
hunters hear their scary sound and speedily shoot;
nobody shows compassion for the ugly creatures
that only seek warm blood to feed their bellies!
In the darkest and coldest world
demons obey their master Lucifer,
he controls them with his menacing looks
and they dare not speak a rebellious word;
this Fallen Angel with extreme handsomeness
was thrown down to beautiful Earth
from Heaven until he would complete his wrath:
don't be prey to this vicious captor!
In the darkest and coldest world
nobody is free to breathe air and to rebel,
to plot and seek revenge in unescapable Hell;
and being doomed to obedience, there's no will
to compromise, any disorder is harshly punished
by a thousand lashes that make the flesh bleed!