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Mother told a story yesterday
of how poets die in black penury
she said I won't be a pretty poet
as my dreams dance on my ink
"Poets are mirror of deceit and pain
craving beyond the debris of life
over my dead body will you be one!"
she pulled down the heaven on me!
a woman is a country of many colours
the hearts of men are far country
we are all students of life, learning
even the masquerade has a date,
a date to join their ancestors beyond
hold your tongue to your bosom
fate knows whose palm wealth will
be planted sooner or later by nature.
You will be raped by darned darkness
fed by junks of insanity lurking by...
a teary gland shall emerge, right in
the bosom of your myopic despair shall
you live by your sorrow like an oiled
orchestral stammerer down the street
father raged holding my LLB firmly
like pixels collection from a twisted
camera abandoned by a loner.
writers are mirrors connected to reflect
this world filled with broken stanzas
if my fears are not for my brothers and
my sisters and for Nigerians chains...
I will leave my hope dashed in the air
tilt this morning with the eyes of the night,
we will dice this moon for hand
on the paupers animated series of life.
Aduke birthed venoms last year for you
Chioma made your tears red images
words are like Sunbeams, the more they
are condensed the deeper they burn!
demise of a poet, no one seem to notice
in your domain,you don't expect praises
if a kingdom falls,there are several others
to replace it while you rot calmly.
Poetry pays but its a business of the Elites,
a trade not meant for children!
Shakespeare name is still carved on the
body of the sky, his head still seen today.
what is penny without a route in life?
Poets are pauper to their testy tongue!
Father, leave me to my dreams to perish
alone, even if evil calls for good,
I will stand as one poet and always will.
let the traces of a saint be kept in peace
let the shining armor of a poet glitter
becoming another star is not a sacrilege
Poets are not broken and shattered dust
this musing muse is only our spirits;
a spiritual elixirs to the clay world
we are crops, the worldcover, ladders
let the ways of poets be kept, we are
not paupers on the street begging for meat.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Jesus Be The Bomb
I got this friend name Jesus, last name Christ
He died on the cross, so that we all might have life
He died for blacks, whites, all races that’s why when I kick it with him
I kick it with him on a regular basis
There’s something about the name Jesus that’s got me cheesin’
Grinnin’ from ear to ear what he did for me was enough
But he’s still here constantly blessin’ us, caressin’ us when the devil be stressin’ us out
He calms the storm, he don’t talk about what he gon’ do
He performs my friends got a track record and his word his bond
He heals the sick, he raise the dead
He also fed thousands of people with two fish, and five loaves of bread
Walked on water, shed his blood unconditionally he loved us
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have duh
It don’t take a scientist to know that everything else is for the birds
But Jesus is fo’ sho
Ya’ll need to get ya’ll some, ‘cause Jesus be the bomb
All our life, we tried to do it our way
But we get left along the highway, we could’ve died
We was promised a lot by the devil, but he lied
Ain’t ya’ll tired, it’s time to give Jesus his
He’s been down for us for years
I got tired of sheddin’ tears of pain, when I could be happy
And all it took was change, we be stubborn set in our ways
Don’t wanna listen, you need to get some Jesus ‘cause that’s what your missin’
I’m glad I got some Jesus before it was to late
Although I sat there waiting on God, to remove them charges brought by the state
Whether he removed them, or let em’ be, I still walk around like I’m free
Free in my mind, free in spirit, you can run but you can’t hide
And while ya’ll runnin’, ya’ll need to get ya’ll some
‘Cause Jesus be the bomb
This Jesus I got, you ain’t got to wait in line
All you got to do is scream Jesus, and he gon’ get at ya dawg
He might not come when you call, but he gon’ handle it all
Problems great or small, he ain’t the type to leave you when you got your back against the
wall
He gon’ ride to the bitter end, that’s what you call a real friend
So if ya’ll got something negative, to say about my friend hold your tongue
Cause I know for a fact, that my friend Jesus be the bomb
© Clyde Phillips 11/04/2009
I am watching 3 inches off of the floor,
The man outside waits at my door
I know the screams from within the box
Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks
But I know you can hold your tongue 'till the end of the night
And I know you can wait until I seem right.
Feel your spite, wait for the burn
For we all want, we all yearn
Wait 'till the rafters waft clear air upon your neck
And slither the silver lined tears that slipped as I begged for you not to check
Went as you dreamt and I wept as my days fell to waste
In haste as the rafters breathe my name and a lack of accosted face.
Calm the wolf from within the box
As it grazes your poisonous flesh to protect my infancy from the fox
And I know its not time to let go
But the manhole beneath my feet pounds at my door, as I fall slow
The stars dont seem so far, I have found
Wait, for the words beneath the world may fall down.
This cant last for much longer, not anymore
But there's so much water pooling beneath the door
I wait for you to pick up your head from the floor
Before I fade away and fly
Further towards the future prediction of faded grave
And engraved words that spoke of one, and none that forgave.
Wait for me, wait as I wave, hold upon my lacquered oak door
And hope your unsustained kisses sing the words slipped beneath the door
In my heart I had a place for you
In my mind, I thought you knew
through and through, your fist would always break through
Before the chain of the swing broke and the manhole only grew.
The poem never ends heartfelt
We forget this flesh, blood and bone was borne to be felt
Forget this sad life, for I'll slip by silently
And we can separate separately
Before your order is recieved
And my door can recede.
Treat the right side of face, made up and out of place
Criss-cross down and turn before the water can swallow what is left of the face
Lullabies left to ripple across with words sang through a silver lined haze.
Dear younger me,
There are some things that I would say
to help you out along the way:
mistakes I’ve made and deep regrets,
things I would change you’ve not seen yet.
Dear older me,
All that seems nice,
but let’s hold back on that advice.
It may be true,
but I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.
Dear younger me,
Are you for real? Surely you jest!
I’ve had more time, and I know best.
The cost was dear: real sweat and blood.
Why would you choose to traipse the mud?
Dear older me,
Wake up somehow!
I’m worried ‘bout my future now.
I’ve played this game to some degree;
did not see you in future me.
Dear younger me,
But I could share: go buy this stock,
lay off the booze, don’t go in hock.
Just stop and think of where you’d be;
The best part is, the lesson’s free.
Dear older me,
Great multiverse!
The situation’s getting worse!
Just hold your tongue and say no more
or I am headed out the door.
My future is not yours to share;
the way is fraught with danger there.
Dear younger me,
Now I’m confused; help an old man.
Explain this out; that’s if you can.
Dear older me,
I’ll do my best, but just so far,
for I’ll not go past where you are,
for much of what I know as true
might change if I change future you.
You hope to spare my heart the ache
and help me choose the path to take.
The problem is, when I arrive,
what you call you won’t be alive.
Decisions made all shape and mold
the man we are when we grow old.
Just think, if we had stayed in school
and not become a drunken fool,
would we have ever reached wit’s end
and learned the broken also mend?
Would we have met our lovely wife,
and settled in your present life?
Dear younger me,
Gouge out my eyes!
I’m blind and dumb and you are wise.
I had my doubt, but I can say
Let go, let God, we’ll be okay.
They say, “Young girl, don’t cry.
It’ll be ok if you just dry your eyes.
Write it down. Just let it out.
Tell the world what your tears are all about.”
I say, “No thanks. I’m fine.
I’ll be ok later. Just let me cry.
Let my tears wash this away.
I’m not ready to express my pain.”
They say, “Young girl, hold your tongue.
You’ll understand it all after it is done.
But as of now, you don’t understand.
You shouldn’t speak about that which you don’t comprehend.”
I say, “No thanks. You’ve got me wrong.
I understand more than words to my favorite song.
I see the tears streaming down your face,
And I understand because I’m in that place.”
They say, “Young girl, here’s a pen and pad.
Write down what we say so you will understand.
I know you have ideas of the things you see.
But the reasons behind them aren’t always as they seem.”
I say, “No thanks. I’ll learn on my own.
I don’t need the help of someone already grown.
I’ve got to learn these things alone.
Just like you once learned the same things on your own.”
They say, “Young girl, please listen to me.
You can’t simply say it and expect it to be.
There are problems you’ll face that are greater than you.
And when they come up, what are you going to do?”
I say, “No thanks. I’ll experience things.
I know that if I say it, it won’t always be.
But I know that inside of me
Lies the power to face anything.”
They say, “Young girl, stay where you are.
Through experience alone you won’t go very far.
Some things are bigger than you should face.
What will you do when you find yourself in that place?”
I say, “No thanks. I know more than you think.
The things of the world aren’t greater than what is in me.
You see, within me lies belief and strength.
Those are all I need to get through any place.”
Hold your tongue, please
I don’t want to hear you tell a lie
You made a wrong turn,
now you wanna try
to exit right with a cry
Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say goodbye
Salt water that once would’ve ruled me,
don’t taste fresh once you’ve figured out why
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
But I did give us a second try
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Can’t listen to another wet lie
It’s been said
the more things change,
the more things stay the same
It seems like the more
I be around you,
the more I get used to feeling pain
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
No more tears falling from my eyes
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Weepy eyes tell me another lie
No more wayward tears
must I watch fall from your wandering eye
You’ve been creeping for years,
covering your alibi
tracks well with a cry
Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say goodbye
Salt water that once would’ve ruled me,
don’t taste fresh once you know the reason why
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
But I did give us a second try
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Can’t listen to another wet lie
What, you don’t have another lie?!
Hold your tongue, please
I don’t want to hear you tell a lie
You made a wrong turn,
now you wanna try
to exit right with a cry
Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say goodbye
Salt water that once would’ve ruled me,
don’t taste fresh once you’ve figured out why
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
But I did give us a second try
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Can’t listen to another wet lie
It’s been said
the more things change,
the more things stay the same
It seems like the more
I be around you,
the more I get used to feeling pain
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
No more tears falling from my eyes
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Weepy eyes tell me another lie
No more wayward tears
must I watch fall from your wandering eye
You’ve been creeping for years,
covering your alibi
tracks well with a cry
Tears that once would’ve moved me,
they just make me wanna say goodbye
Salt water that once would’ve ruled me,
don’t taste fresh once you know the reason why
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
But I did give us a second try
My heart get acid burn ...
I burn on the inside
every time I see you cry
Dissolved,
problem solved
Can’t listen to another wet lie
What, you don’t have another lie?!
The Coming of the New Morn!
Gather around people
Wherever you are
Whether you travel
By foot, train or car
Listen dear friends
And heed that I Warn.
Tomorrow when you wake.
You will greet.
The New Morn.
When all information.
Is controlled by the state.
It won’t make any difference.
If you are early or late.
The past is history.
Today you were Born.
Rise up, stand in line,
And hail.
The New Morn.
Remote control Drones
Are coming here,
New weapon systems
No pilot has to steer
Domestic spying, and killing our own
It’s the calm before the Storm.
Hold your tongue, Shut your mouth,
And salute
The New Morn.
The times are changing
So far, we’re losing the fight
Blurring the edges
Between what’s wrong and what’s right
Choosing to walk the path of peace.
Or fall in lock step, and wear the uniform
The time to choose grows ever so thin
CHOOSE NOW, or lick the boots of
The New Morn.
We’re destroying our Mother,
Poisoning the waters, wreaking havoc all over the lands.
Fukushima is radiating the seas
Big oil is fracking and drilling, and pipe-lining Tar Sands.
Monsanto has plans to patent the planet.
People spill into the streets; the nations flag is worn.
Police in riot gear,
Are there to enforce
The New Morn.
So wake up, Right Now!
Herald the new day!
A new Party has taken power,
They promise their going to stay.
Revolutions in the air
Yesterday is dead, no time to sit and Mourn.
The time is ripe for change.
In this moment it's the People's turn
To Seize the New Morn!
When Moses came back down
With his tablets and inscriptions
He left some lying around
With some critical prescriptions
Continued at eleven
Not to stop the count on fingers
If you want to go to heaven
Add these extra rules and stingers
Further shalt and shalt-nots listed
For avoiding castigation
Or for peace at home insisted
And domestic approbation
Thou shalt listen with great care
To She who must be obeyed
You’ll be sorry if you dare
Get it wrong, forgot, delayed
Thou shalt not fret when accused
For you’re wrong, you know you blew it
Don’t attempt to be excused
Hold your tongue or you will rue it
Thou shalt close what should be closed
And leave open what should be
(Might not be what you supposed
Don’t compound sin with that plea!)
Thou shalt eat all food on plate
Clean it up, leave not a jot
You know it’s a crime to waste
Get it down or sin, Mein Gott
Thou shalt be prepared, don’t tarry
When it’s time to gad about
(‘Time’ defined is arbitrary
She at door, already out)
Thou shalt check thy post and messages
The e-mails, even junk
There could be one that takes presages
No matter what you thunk
Old man Moses’ outward bound
Gave full guidance to a nation
Though he took the long way round
Till they reached their destination
Had he not mislaid those stones
Could have missed out so much strife
Looking forward with smart drones
Or just listening to his wife
Hold your tongue, tie it up tight,
for a loose tongue that strays in devious ways,
can slip and cut deep, too quick, right to bone.
It wags the dog, flaying in many ways failing.
Telltale tongues come in many forms:
A tongue forked splits and deceives.
A sweet tongue tempts the sweet tooth.
A slick tongue twists and charms the crowd,
Tongue in cheek, is a jovial jester in play.
A tongue twister, taunts and defies is suppleness.
A hidden tongue is what the stray cat got,
while waiting to pounce on tidbit poke.
A red tongue protruding betwixt clenched lips
can mean many things, in a ventriloquist vent.
A lighthearted tease, a flirty wink.
A way to focus, concentrate or consider.
A sign of doubt or embarrassment.
A quest to taste what's yet to come.
A glib tongue, so smooth and fleet,
can twist and intrude and entwine
in ears, mouths and other orifices.
A fiery tongue is much mightier than the sword,
reshapes the world with every word,
that wields truth, lies and deceit,
from the lashes the tongue whips into shape.
Ah! the tongue, out or in
tells such tattle tales,
in words it shapes, in tastes it quakes,
into crevices it silently sneaks right in.
So keep it wet, slimy, lithe and subtle
to come out and play, or be kept at bay
as needs arise for every occasion and situation.