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The tides of time have broken the bridge,
the generations don’t connect anymore.
They are stories divided in incongruent chapters,
don’t make a readable book anymore,
for I don’t understand your language, nor do you mine.
If my times could be closer to yours and yours to mine,
we can bring the generations drifting nowhere a bit nearer.
Together if we can build a bridge you can cross,
come to my times stalled in my heart,
the times when the values were valued,
come to my ancient abode I adored,
the bare walls collapsing, standing on foundation of faith.
You’ll see my uncared garden,
the wilted flowers preserving the essence of good times.
I’ll show you the dusty mirror hiding my happy face,
I’ve left with my times to treasure.
I can’t cross the bridge to travel to your times,
I see from far your house in the concrete jungle,
the windows don’t open to the sky.
I can see the smiling mask on your face,
hiding the visage of your tormented mind,
You’ve got from the uncertain times.
Let us build a new bridge together,
and on the bridge I will take a step forward,
You’ll take a step backward.
I’ll hold your hands with love,
You’ll hold mine with care.
The generations will merge in continuum,
you’ll enjoy reading the last chapter of your story.
December 13, 2020
Contest : Your Advice To The Youth
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Say Hello
I walked the streets today,
past rows of
shuttered people hiding
in their houses.
Those still asleep
or just afraid...
to pull their blinds
to meet the day,
or greet a stranger's
face.
Faces aren't bad,
you know,
just to say hello.
Independence Day has come and gone....
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost,
vast over the Riverside Park
In the still, early dawn, that now murmurs like a whisper...
Where evening throngs and
voices of oohs and aahhs were heard just hours before...
Where excited eyes glistened and reflected a night's sky alive with fire
A solemn morning of chattering squirrels
remain the only sign of life
as they nibble on pieces of hot dogs, or popcorn hiding in the grass
Morning air is cool and damp
Park benches, a bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and a playground
abandoned, barren and lonely...
The day appears to be wearing mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
spent sparklers, fire crackers, one lone sneaker....
Where hours ago, radios played, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering,
deafening man-made thunder made babies cry,
dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now there sprawls a silent, somber dawn
The only music in early morning light...
comes from a slight breeze that stirs
a tossed Pepsi paper cup
as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...
hopping among the dried, brown leaves down an empty sidewalk....
She has a neurosis, a mental disturbance,
Whenever things aren’t as they seem,
Whenever she’s caught in a tight little spot,
When her mind wants to let out a scream,
And she dissolves in her mind, alone out of sight,
Curling up in a ball in her head,
Where she rocks back and forth, with her knees to her chin,
Where her rational had got up and fled.
Her neurosis arranges in alphabet order,
It’s a shape where that shape shouldn’t be,
Her neurosis is ordering all of her life,
It owns her impulses, her wild and her free.
But on the outside her body says calm and collected,
Her eyes say “Total Control”,
Because her brain put a barrier up to the world,
Hiding the world away from her soul.
Lush green; thin leaves; tiny veins; almost stem-less; soft;
These concepts creep into when I think of grass, oft;
Seldom do I think of what's with or in the grass,
I sit, lay, sleep, walk over them, and gently pass...!
Have I ever reflected on the grass notion,
As a divinely given natural potion...?
Protein and carbohydrates full in the grass lead,
The animal kingdom, on them, to gladly feed;
Calcium, phosphorus, magnesium, sulfur,
Selenium, iodine, cobalt, and copper;
Treasures, as they lay within the womb of the earth,
Within and around the grass kingdom, have no dearth…!
Storing water, air; cleansing mise-en-scène;
Breeze, within and around the grass kingdom, flows free;
Entwined with lace-like monocots and fibrous roots,
Spike, panicle, thus goes floral rhythm in all shoots;
The grass fruits nourish the taste buds of animals,
Isn't this why, betwixt them, there's a tittle-tattle...?
Armyworms and fiery skipper butterflies hide,
Ants, mosquitoes, fleas, and snails abide side by side;
Even human beings gain power and vigor,
As cooking herbs or medicine, strength does trigger;
What creature hiding within it for its solace,
Is denied of its shade and sustenance flawless…???
21 March 2023
In the Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
I never could find the way
It is a path few have traveled
If you ever allowed anyone
The path is treacherous
Full of pitfalls and deep valley
I don’t think anyone made it all the way
You’d ever leave an opening
Not even the slightest crack
Cold winds blow out from the valley
Covering the path with ice and frost
Hiding the footprints
Covering the bodies of those who came before
The few who made it this far
Not knowing the right words
The right actions
They gave up hope
Not knowing that over the next hill
Just beyond the clouds
Lies a door with a golden lock
Waiting for a young knight
To have the right words
With the right feeling
Only then the paths will thaw
The winds will warm
The walls will crack
The lock to you heart will open
And maybe once again
You’ll let someone love you
And maybe once again
You will be able to love again
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Willow trees wave gently on the stream.
In the breeze, casting cover for hiding fish.
Thin trees float readily as if lost in a dream.
If only a breeze would bestow my wish.
The water played the lush leaves tenderly.
making waves that sweep across a calm lake.
Blue and green created a color so slenderly
Let us not spoil this calm scene, for God sake
Water larvae are difficult to spot.
Lovely birds with their wings held dots.
They quietly glide by on waterways.
Disrupted mirror images of the skies.
Sunlight filtering through cotton clouds.
Everybody has different faces and sounds.
Dappled shade from the summer's sunlight.
Umbrella to shelter together, in delight.
Storms have arrived and set the mood.
Natural disasters have led to limb shrewd.
The willow remains unbowed and erect.
Head held high as it stoops to connect.
Written: May 26, 2023
I long to hear the wandering creek
its gentle song as it bubbled past land.
in its whispers, we could hear it speak
words only children can understand
gentle music we now often seek.
Beside the creek, a magic meadow
grass was so high it reached to our knees.
We ran and laughed hiding from shadows
midst four o'clocks and lost apple trees,
and the creek's soft, iridescent glow.
Like the creek, reaching end of its run,
Childhood vanished overnight, it seems
Could it be but a fairytale spun
when we ran happily chasing dreams
So long ago, when daydreams were young
October 25, 2022
Edited October 17, 2024
Listen in,
We tend wallow in the hatred we swallow,
it cuts us deep to the core and leaves us empty and hollow,
so we look for someone to borrow a pinch of joy just to cover our sorrow,
but be careful who you follow, cuz everyone can't promise you a better
tomorrow.
You see if everything is nothing, then everything is true,
and even tho we swear it don't fit we still wearing the shoe,
some of y'all don't get it, so let me make it easy for you.
Everybody's the truth according to their own lies,
and everybody's the realest nigga in their own eyes,
everybody wanna be someone no one can defy,
and everybody's searchin' for truth, no one can deny.
So can you please tell me why,
we always lying to ourselves,
denying to ourselves,
crying to ourselves, then replying to ourselves,
we advertise our lies then we buy into ourselves,
we wearing a disguise but we just hiding from ourselves.
But that’s the motion,
and you can take a sip of that potion if you want to,
it’s the ghost of the past and if you let it it will haunt you,
twist the truth into a lie like a tie,
then strangle you with your failures 'til you suffocate and die,
straight up and down like a stalker hangs around,
it'll eradicate your sanity, a mental overhaul, an emotional calamity,
it will leave you high and dry like Colmes did Hannity.
But I won't get political,
while you lay in critical, condition,
trapped in the matrix on the road to perdition,
but if I was politicizing this is my position,
and if I were philosophizing this is my submission….
Empty souls walking together
Ugly on the inside
Ugly on the outside
An army marching to the same beat
Tragedy is at its peak
They're not who they used to be
Dead minds
Dead bodies
Decaying corpses still on the move
They’re nobodies
Miserable creatures hiding in the dark
Lost to the feeling of sorrow
Waiting for something but there’s no tomorrow
Not for these empty souls anyways
Doomed to spend their lives in hiding
Can’t change a thing, there’s no use in trying
They sold their soul to the Devil
If you listen closely you can hear them crying
Once you make a deal with him, there’s no turning back
He’ll chop you off into pieces and burn you like wax
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