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He was more invaluable to his country
than his own precious life,
how could a glorious and promising
youth with a gorgeous face
with a voice not made to chant,
and with golden curly hair be sent
to war when his slender and feeble
body wasn't ready for battle,
for the horrors, he had never seen,
or even imagined in awful dreams...
would the splashing blood cover his cheeks,
would the merciless and hateful faces
of the enemy make him run?
A camouflage uniform
makes a soldier stand out
and get admiration for his vocation,
and those looks mean a lot
to him as they meant
to the youngest soldier
ever being drafted to fight in a war;
would his grit and dedication
diminish when confronting fear?
Would he mistake a thunder
from a cannon blast,
and retreat to his tent and shake,
or remain on the battlefield and persist?
What does a soldier think
when engaged in warfare or training?
No need to ask about his mindset:
he's willing to defend his honor
and valor, and furthermore his oath
made on the sad day of parting
when he stopped being a teen
and became a full-grown man...
having motivation and worth,
showing emotions so keen!
Sounds of the day?
Children at play.
It's summertime.
The weather's fine.
I'm at home with
me and mine.
It's piano time.
I listen to wind chime.
Cars passing outside.
Bees in their beehive.
Pigeons cooing in trees.
Warm summer breeze.
Clink of ice in glass.
Hope this weather lasts.
Music wafting from inner room.
My favourite piano tune.
Doze off in summer seat.
Woken by sound of wing beat.
Butterfly has landed on my nose.
Daren't breathe I suppose.
Phone rings inside.
Daughter answers, I hide.
"Do not disturb" my imagined sign.
Rather just drink wine.
Fall asleep in the haze.
Next to field where goats graze.
Sound of their bleeting wakes me.
Kettle whistling, time for tea.
15/06/2016
Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honour the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquences can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.
I've loved you for all my life,
through all the good and the bad.
Never thought this day would come,
never ever thought I feel so sad.
I have missed you on days gone by,
picked up the phone and heard your sound.
Never imagined the day would come
that you'd no longer be around.
Can't picture this life without you,
can't picture life without your smile.
Never thought that I'd be standing here,
Shedding these tears like a broken child
Happy that you're now free of pain,
happy that you won't suffer no more.
Sad because I won't have all that you were.
Sad that you won't open the door.
That I won't hear the love in your voice,
sad that I won't see your smiling face.
So glad that you join those who wait,
that you now stand within Gods grace.
I'll miss you so very much,
more that words can ever say.
So blessed we've been to have had you sister,
and all the memories God brought our way.
Rest in peace my favorite one,
As I look to join you again someday.
Keep your loving eyes upon us ,
and help us find our way.
Rest with God as you now should.
You've worked and now your journeys end.
Thank you for being my beloved sister,
and the blessing of having you as my friend.
R.I.P
7/11/24
Dear Lord,
no words can describe how majestic and wonderful you are
your wonders are so amazing there is always something new to find
you are always understanding and also so kind,
Just as we see the beautiful gifts for us that you have instore
you always reveal to us that you have so many more,
even when times get tough
you still give us more than enough,
although we only give you everything we can
our faith in you is bold
whatever we have to offer you send back a hundred fold,
your grace and mercy pour over us day and night
you always keep our flame alight
when it comes to trials and temtations
you never put on our plate more than we can chew
you always keep us in step with you,
you are forever giving and ask nothing in return
you are so genlte and encouraging in all that we do
for all the treasures in the world there is nothing more precious
or as beautiful as you.
Lord the depths of your love is impossible to measure
you'll always be the greatest treasure,
you deserve all the glory, honour and praise, Amen.
God is faithful who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able: but with
temptations will provide the way of escape also, that you will be able to endure it. 1
corinthians 10 : 13 LB version nasb
No mere man has ever seen, heard, or even imagined what wonderful things God has ready
for those who love him 1 corinthians 2 : 9
behold, I come quickly ; and my reward is with me to give every man according as his work
shall be. revelation 22 : 12 KJV
countless years of toil took toll on his health,
cruel poverty ravaged his handsome looks,
beloved wife fell sick, closed her tired eyes,
only friend remaining the dearest violin..
and little chirping birdie in cage for comfort!
gifted musician kept on playing
the best tunes he created in his life…
charming melodies from his tender childhood,
endearing family, beautiful cottage
beside a murmuring brook, humming songs
amidst the lap of magnificent nature!
when glorious golden love blossomed
like a ruby red rose at teenage years,
dainty beautiful damsel held his hands,
together they imagined of a peaceful life,
with love and music, Violin and Guitar !
life didn't work out the way they fondly dreamed,
poverty, hard work, painful diseases...
bitter sadnesses of the real world,
finally the soulmate departed, leaving
him behind lonely with a heavy heart!
sound of Violin still enchants the empty space,
tiny Koel from the hills, the intent listener !
October 20, 2022
"Painting Prompted" Poetry Contest
Picture: 3
155 words (160 max.)
Sponsor: Lisa YY
FIRST PLACE
Coyotes are not seen often
By humans
For they sense us and skedaddle
But after our mother passed
I saw a coyote in my yard
Bigger than I had ever imagined one
She had wandered almost up to my house
Which was unusual but spiritually telling
For my father had been known as the coyote man
I took this as a sign that Mom had arrived in heaven okay
A reassurance, which oddly comforted me in some way.
I called my sister
Have you ever seen a coyote? I asked
She said that she had only seen one in her life, the day before.
It ran out in front of her as she was driving to our parents home town.
Enough said
Hearthside: an Imagined Sequel to "When You Are Old"
by Michael R. Burch
“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” ? W. B. Yeats
For all that we professed of love, we knew
this night would come, that we would bend alone
to tend wan fires’ dimming bars?the moan
of wind cruel as the Trumpet, gelid dew
an eerie presence on encrusted logs
we hoard like jewels, embrittled so ourselves.
The books that line these close, familiar shelves
loom down like dreary chaperones. Wild dogs,
too old for mates, cringe furtive in the park,
as, toothless now, I frame this parchment kiss.
I do not know the words for easy bliss
and so my shriveled fingers clutch this stark,
long-unenamored pen and will it: Move.
I loved you more than words, so let words prove.
This sonnet is written from the perspective of the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats in his loose translation or interpretation of the Pierre de Ronsard sonnet “When You Are Old.” The aging Yeats thinks of his Muse and the love of his life, the fiery Irish revolutionary Maude Gonne. As he seeks to warm himself by a fire conjured from ice-encrusted logs, he imagines her doing the same. Although Yeats had insisted that he wasn’t happy without Gonne, she said otherwise: “Oh yes, you are, because you make beautiful poetry out of what you call your unhappiness and are happy in that. Marriage would be such a dull affair. Poets should never marry. The world should thank me for not marrying you!” Keywords/Tags: Yeats, Gonne, sonnet, Irish, Ireland, age, aging, mature, love, separation, parting, divorce, winter, night, fire, bars, books, shelves, chaperones, dogs, mates, parchment, kiss, bliss, fingers, pen, will, move, words, prove
The trail along which we now ride
Was made by folks with visions bold,
A westward moving human tide,
Who nurtured dreams of farms or gold.
From the promise of day’s first light,
Through somber sand and sage, they rode
In savage heat and gelid night,
Bound for the distant Mother Lode.
Their deep grooved ruts are now obscure
Along the winding desert track
Where traveled once the pioneers
In some imagined days, way back.
For those who passed, the dreams are done;
And most who failed left tales untold
With wagon wheels and oxen bones
And wood crosses above their own.
In the debris of that vast land
Lay a pink bottle, half in sand,
Which sparkled in the twilight gold.
It held a faded note which told:
“Tis a helluva place where I have died.
I did not make it, but I’m glad I tried.”
4/1/19/ 2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement / Sponsor: Mark Toney
Mihaly was a saint of sorts;
he improved, with his search for understanding,
the lives of so many yearning writers;
the lame in spirit heard his Zen like words.
He could not have imagined the journey
From Hungary to Zurich to Chicago
A glimpsed mandala led to the heart of the impossible image
How did he learn to trust the flow?
The Rhine flowing down to the North Sea
May start as some minute spring
At the confluence of the gravity of water and earth.
And those then who have cast their nets into that sea
May bring in treasures not found in the business of cities.
At the first sighting,the image seemed hazy
Then the words began to flow like current through a wire.
Like a river cutting slowly through rocks of marble,
like an unknown sage from the Himalyan Alps
who had kissed the lips of his muse more than once
As she floated like a ghost, no,more like music
Tracing concentric spheres into the air
Till the universe was singing.
What was most human was his appetite,his love.
Touch the hem of his garment,follow your flow
Cut your path through the hard darkness until you find
The sunlit sea you were made to swim in
like a fish in its own sphere