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Premium Member Commandment Battlement - Part Four -

Trumpet the ethos of these wading warriors with the hollowed bones 
of their panygeric prophets,resonating triumphant tones,
to forever honor,protect,& perpetuate the valor,virtue,& victory of this Holy Order,
the irridescent echo seeps from their Father's tombs,
for what extent shall I blaze myself and minions in the arrows path,
so to coddle an intangible hope made of a prayer's dope,
or in a mind where a prevailing vision roams,
nay, to avert that macbre nightmare of having my People's progeny becoming the pigmy
of a teething tyrant who condones the perversion of civilization's tomes,
a coalesced consciousness consummated by the last bastion
with a vigorous vigil on this Christmas Eve,
solemn and sacramental the emotion is which this of our hearts 
the Almighty exhumes,

A dispatched soldier ploying as scout,remote, waiting ignorantly to be smote,
a far but not forgotten armored satellite being selfless,
his vanity enemy's threat consumes,
an unbridled but composed offensive of a triplicate terror delivered
by an indefatigable knight ,
an ultimatum presented simply but also strictly,
one at least his assault maroons,

J.A.B. - Part Four -
war
Form: Epic


Premium Member A Tribute To the True Heroes-Mothers

In the beginning when the Godhead decided a new race to create,
He made Adam and Eve and gave them the ability to procreate. 
With God as Creator and Adam as father,
Eve was destined the nations of the world to mother.

 The serpent so subtle and cunning caused Eve to sin,
And in that very moment the consequence of dying did begin, 
As punishment God said Adam’s life would be toilful,
And the process of childbirth for Eve would be painful.

Eve was so elated when she gave birth to her firstborn son Cain,
But little did she know that he would be the cause of much pain.
Soon after she birthed her second son named Abel,
He God’s command did obey, but against God Cain did rebel.

When God refused his offering, he let anger boil up in his head,
And when it was all over his brother Abel was dead,  
Even as his birth brought joy to his mother Eve,
His violence against his brother caused her heart to grieve

Though our mothers the perfection of Eve do not possess,
We their children throughout our lives must confess,
They surely inherited all her maternal qualities,
As evidenced by our mothers’ numerous abilities.

   They carry us for nine months often in great discomfort,
Then have to endure the physical torture of childbirth,
After we are born a lifetime nurture and caring commences,
Often in the face of numerous obstacles and sundry offences.

The roles mothers perform are too many to number,
Nurse, wife, chef, chauffeur, broken heart mender,
Psychologist, teacher, activist, referee, entertainer, nutritionist,
Alchemist, gardener, homemaker, law enforcer and home economist.

When God the family did establish and roles for its members did assign,
A special role for mothers he did wisely design,
This multifaceted role which required such skill could be filled by none other,
Than the indefatigable, amazing person we simply call mother.

So, on this day devoted to the honor of mothers,
We pay tribute to the ones who spend their lives caring for others,
Whether they are alive or dead,
We will never let the memory of them fade from our head.
Form: Rhyme

Abhorrent Vehement Strife Hijacking *****Sapiens

Antiestablishmentarian inherent malevolent violence
wracks human species, a most brutish and nasty beast.

An embittered nihilistic teenager
grown haggard and old,
hence not surprisingly yours truly
crafts pseudo dystopian reasonable rhyme.

An evangelized atheistic adherent,
I aver evolutionary theory
posits prelapsarian Eden
of astonishing plentitude
gone to hell in a handbasket.

Ever since human species stood erect
exhibiting prehensile appendages did allow
cupped fingers upon brow,
whereat vista unveiled to succor chow.

Dawn of consciousness begat
superstitious vagaries daunting
present day Democrat
and/or Republican to issue fiat
denouncing extremist militant uprising
raging across Capitol Hill habitat.

2021 presidential inauguration
today January twentieth
(broadcast right now)
augurs horrific repeat January sixth,
when bedlam and mayhem
rocked Washington District of Columbia,
where hoodlums ran amuck lionizing violence.

Lawlessness bled constitution white
marauding bands of hooligans
bombarded, desecrated, fueled,
harmed, jackknifed, leveled, nailed,
pummeled, rioted, terrorized, vandalized...
with glee and spite
yielded windfall regarding

headline grabbing newsnight
motley film crews recorded
gangsters scaling storied height
(cue spiderman/woman)
think rescuers quick
as greased lightning they did alight.

If only real and/or
fictional life action heroes/heroines
came to the rescue
to avenge forces of evil,
where virtue dispensed,
and trumpeted courtesy better angels.

Meanwhile indefatigable defenders
of human rights
dole out just desserts
upon the heads
of self styled lawless brigands
militaristic thugs hell bent
to wreak havoc
upon cradle of liberty
including complex edifices
linkedin and embody

blood, sweat and tears
of freedom fighters
arrayed against merciless
demonic forces upending
foundation upholding enshrined
nearly divinely inspired principles
quantum leaps since
early man/woman trod
across terrestrial firmament.

I experienced exhilaration
upon witnessing confirmation
genuflection, liberation, restitution
espoused by Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.
forty sixth president of United States.

Premium Member One Bloodied Pencil Stub

one bloodied pencil stub


If “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”
then I’ll have one muscle bound corpse
and one bloodied pencil stub.

Let us define death

as the absence of ….
			innate qualities
			life’s essentials
			buried beneath

the fear of exposure.

And strength
		…..let us describe strength…
		      as the tenacity of life’s
		      indefatigable longing

to survive
	       ……to persevere
			      …….to triumph

over the doubts of
		…….death’s doomsayers

To be exhumed
		…….from the fear
				 ………of writing

						…….By writing.




73 words February 24, 2017

submitted to – What Doesn’t Kill Us – Poetry Contest

Premium Member A Tribute To Gani

Yesterday,

It was just yesterday in September,

He was laid to rest in golden casket,

Though he lived a golden life to deserve more.

Yet as men do,

The celebration of hypocrites comes after the death of kings.

Rare Wig gawk the myriads in honor, a true luminary.


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was Jailed for truth by criminals who deserves his fetters, 

hunted  and tortured by oppressors and the monster in Minna,

Resisting  illegality where chickens bowed in shame,

Berated  like common criminal by state sponsored arm and brigands,


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He roared in courts against oppressors, despising the hazards of detention

A burning  passionate loathing of poli-tricks of established criminals,

Exposing furtive murderer, masquerading as President in the Rock 

Gani, Renown, revered, amongst true patriots.


Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was stripped of a long deserved honor, 

Senior Advocate of the Nation (SAN).

Yet Honored by Students, as 

Senior Advocate of the Masses (SAM). 
 
Yesterday 

It was Just Yesterday, 

The Tyrant of Minna, confined him to Military incarceration at Apapa,

The dark dome where he lost his eyes,

abandoned by the masses whom he suffered to protect, 
   
Tyrants shirked to disdain the true leader of the masses,

Scholars rose over their stupidity and proclaimed him

The First SAM, though murdered for Truth

Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He pierced their conscience, with a party

To revive the dignity  of leadership by a single  involvement

Alas, Gani was rigged out by the oppressors who still hold on to power. 

evil men wearied Gani to his grave, 

Ganiyu Oyesola Fawehinmi,

You won in our hearts, though denied by the criminals 

Yesterday,

It was just yesterday,

He was numbered with great world changers

Like, Mandela, Luther, 

Will be remembered not only as mere Lawyer, 

SAM or SAN in sand

But as a true fighter, 

an indefatigable orator, 

with an unswerving ardor,

defender of the oppressed, 

the voiceless poor masses,

It was Just Yesterday, 

sleep on Gani
Form: Elegy


Premium Member The Sand Castle

It was just another warm summer day spent swimming and playing at the beach.  I remember 
sitting in the sand with a tin can digging trenches to the water’s edge and watching the foamy, saltwater slowly making its way into the moat around the castle I was building.  Friends 
were close by but I was determined to create my own fortress and if need be, defend it against all invaders including sisters, brothers and all others.  This was my domain where crabs came
crawling and hidden under armored shells large and small – in brilliant shades of orange, red, blue, yellow and all the colors of Fall.   Seagulls flew round about, squawking and talking in loud shouts,watching and waiting for the next morsel of free food to appear.  (Even now, they fly high in my eyes and ears).  And once the castle was fully in place along with my initials traced deep down into the soft white sands, I waited for the tide to rise and destroy my best laid plans.  And while watching this seaside spectacle take place, the sun slowly went down on the oceans’ wind-swept face.  Then mom and dad began gathering us kids together to say goodbye to my fortress by the sea and edge of land 
that will remain forever an indefatigable part of who I am.

Premium Member Streams of Consciousness

strong does the wind blow.  
against it, she walks towards me;  
two guitars I hold.

Four parakeets
Living in a little cage
Singing for freedom

Why do you seek us?
Earthlings, you are so far away.
You will find, that we...

thirsty little flame,
not orange, crimson or red;
highlights sister's scales.

Sandals speak below,
Though sand knows no prejudice;
Sun begins to shine.

Each page is Hellboy,
Read with warmth in my sunroom;
Tiled floor gently glows!

a room filled with mirrors,
collected by a blind man;
hoping to once see.

Tarot's number nine,
wisdom boarded isolation.
here to set it free.

hello dear nature
and to the spiders inside
outside I will be

Grimlocke the Oracle,
Born to teach us prophecies.
What has he to say?

I'm a happy cat,
you are my fine gingerbread,
let's go out for milk!

'found my old guitar,
played just a major seventh;
strings were out of tune

dreaming and daring.
And with this shovel, digging;
for dinosaur bones.

ouch, squeezing my eyes,
a nail has entered my foot.
taking a look; rust!

baby elephant,
life will be so hard for you;
baby elephant.

room to room I walk.
each turn doggies follow;
love is mutual.

sitting on my stool,
gazing beyond my guitar;
reaching for my drink.

drunken pirate heads north.
epic adventure begins;
treasured gazebos.

lost; knowing where I am,
very slowly I shake my head;
lost; knowing where I am.

polymorphic six
everywhere where you shall look six
cryptography six

one two three four five
days away from the Amazon
curious Return

tasty yellow rice
simmering in shiny tin
lunch will be awesome

romantic squirrel,
painted his acorns crimson;
appreciated!

gluttonous owl,
eating extra meals each day;
tree branches annoyed

black daylight cricket
happens to have lost his way
friends will wait to play

escaped parakeet
from one strange place to another
panicked guardsman prowls

The trilogy dance...
Boxing on midnight canvas;
Who will reign supreme?

Five lighted candles,
What will your fortune behold?!?
A tarot draw; hot!

Unbelievable
Just indefatigable
Vocabulary

forest is alive
moon lights up pathways and trails
horns are all I see
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Dolce Far Niente

running,
                  and running,
                  and running 
           on a spinning wheel 
   like an indefatigable hamster;
                   persisting... 
                    on and on 
          as dawn creeps into 
             dusk's front door 
     and makes a backyard exit,
  a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic 
       can barely move a limb
          after slaving through 
            his graveyard shift.
he's finally home early morning;
    body and spirit, exhausted.
   with a cold brew in his hand,
                he leans back 
   on his comfortable recliner 
          and takes a big gulp...
              a   h   h   h   h ! ! !
          temporary freedom 
     from back-breaking work 
                 never tasted 
               so refreshing!! 
         he's earned his right 
          to be blissfully idle 
          throughout the day.
       he's got hours of sleep 
              to catch up on!
Form: Narrative

Cosmological Fantastical Imemorial Lil Opus

aswirl within tremendous maelstroms
universal united uninhabitable cauldron
tempered with analogous:
outrageous, portentous
thunderous cacophony in tandem

with thick mucilaginous fog
metaphorically postpartum
nebulous placenta afterbirth
and/or proto planets aborted

per primordial material
slowly (millions of years) coalescence
annealed bubbling primeval soup
engendering (extant

via immeasurably immense stretches of time)
subsequent birth of quasi solar systems
where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped
quintessential biochemical laboratories

across gamut of space
inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring
pseudo plasmatic phenomenal possibilities
vaguely concatenating, incubating,

nursing inhospitable
wryly, wrought-fully,
write-fully Weltanschauung 
respective environmental, geological,

meteorologically rendered seething broth
conglomerations fused inchoate legions
of Ongepatchket protean quixotic
rudimentary shapeless threads

winding up at greased lightening
eventually simmering temperature
thousands of degrees
conducive for indefatigable living organisms

congealing despite galactic Golem
whiplashing microbial unicellular entities
subjecting globular linkedin progenitors
across the countless eons

where hellacious heat gave way to
punks like cool and the gang
drafted heady lagers produced
thickly *** bergs exceptionally humungous ice

hundreds of millions years ago Arctic vortex
preserved intact forebears of this writer
who still retains
one percent genetic Neanderthal Man 
stock, lock and barrel.
Form: Epic

Jinxed Jesting Jejune Junior Jobber Part 2

Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,

gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.

Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely
hackneyed, heady, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,
hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,
Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic
heterosexual *****sapiens historical heirloom,
homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.

Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic, 
idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,
irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,
ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,
insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble
itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating 
immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted 
inside igneous intrusions immensely 
imperturbable improbable.

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