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Just beneath the throat is a hot porridge
the body knocks down but still operate
heat all over, jump into the nearest fridge
sight shivers in its domain so temperate
morning light is covered by one big ridge
aches and weariness don't want to separate
from the stomach to the mouth is a bridge
for a crazy out pour to generate
since last sweet night, the mind is in a flop
quick and short morbidity from its groove
sips and gulps in an interplay nonstop
require the next coffee to disapprove
long consciousness puts the being back on top
back to normal and Life is on the move.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what
I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long
overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems
you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone
shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?”
When I told you about the many hopeless
survivors that I have helped with my
writings you scoffed at me!
What I overcame and fought through would
bring you to your knees so it is time for you to
silence your hypercritical attacks and criticism.
With God by my side, I’m better now, but you
sought to remind me of forgotten pain instead
of praising me for showing strength and courage.
Still, you insist on pretending to be judge, jury and
executioner with harsh remarks and judgments
seeking to dismantle, disparage and destroy.
Please be aware, the worst insult for an abused
child is accusing them of having some sort of
blame for the pain and suffering they endured!
How misguided, misinformed and mistaken are you!
It’s undoubtedly your failings and insecurities that
have caused these flawed and bias opinions.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Now, you can sit with your insular prejudice,
false accusations, and emptiness as it should
be for your absolute intolerance.
Today, you can be rest assured God will take my
hand one last time lifting me up into the Heavens
to be with my beloved Mother, Aunts and pets.
Unequivocally, I am Stronger Than You Think
and I have survived more in one moment than
most have in their entire Lifetime!
Could she be taking her bath?
Or merely making up for her tattered guest
May be, scared. . Looking for a friend for help
Whatever! I sighed”I will wait for her
For I have come a long way”
Suddenly, as I was trying her phone again
I saw a lady walking my direction
Her gaze on my eyes was very heavy
Could she be the one I am waiting for?
As if she heard what I said
She gave a quasi-smile aimed at me
Walking smartly but very consciously
She gave another smile of confirmation
I responded instantly with mine saying
“Here comes IBK at last”.
I stretched forth my hand
“Good Morning ma. How are you?”
“Fine, how was your journey?
Sorry, for the stress you got into”
I need not answer, for she is got it.
Alayande Stephen T.
23rd November, 2007
3.40pm
On my way to Ikare
Enroute Akungba-Akoko
Inside the bus.
Died to mainstream, let it fall,
Left our writings on this wall,
Turn on, tune in, but don't drop out, hear the silence scream an the darkness shout,
Concrete dwelling for spirits lost, who found out deaths not the only cost,
Pay with sight, pay with mind, Cuz the devil ain't too far behind,
This lonely tunnel that we called home, long deserted, still skid row,
Now long gone, we found our groove, we've only just begun to move,
Shanties crumbled, rats roam free, names not forgotten, Tommy, Tito, Ralph, Dee,
Many others, still they stand, spread far across the promised land,
Prayers were answered, dark days past, the lost ones found their homes at last.
(This is a tribute to the men and women depicted in the documentary "Dark Days" directed by Mark Singer, and to the thousands of homeless strewn across the country and the world. Let their stories not be forgotten.)
©R.Chirino III
Form:
Is He watching?
When my tongue thirsts for sin,
Gamble my faith with filth,
When my tongue spills its worst,
My ears long to be filled with corruption,
When my fingers linger to steal,
My feet tread over and along faults?
Is He watching,
My unrepentant soul thrive?
Growing more in strength and glory?
Hardening it’s shield against good,
Gambling what is right and wrong,
Yet making the choice to dwell in the wrong?
Feeding itself with shades of deceit?
Is He watching,
When I am unrepentant but care less?
When I don’t consider His feelings?
Strive to please me rather than Him?
Meddle in the pleasures of earth?
Dump off the cares of my Christian race?
But I know the truth but become blind to it?
Is He watching,
When I return spite for His care?
Neglect His expensive price of love?
On a daily routine visit the gallow of sin?
Clad a false Christianity in my personality,
Yet judge others at the slightest fault? Still nurturing the hypocrite I protect.
Is He watching,
My unrepentant soul thrive?
My unquestionable strategies of pride,
When I stay balanced in the kingdom of the enemy?
Stain my soul constantly in mire,
Even when the truth hits me hard.
Brings to my realization how wrong I am?
Is He watching?
When I lay finally to my last rest,
And stand before Him to be judged?
When my soul headed to Him is rebuked?
When my deeds in my face is reproduced?
How my own vanity has chosen for me doom?
So helpless to reality I stand.
Is He watching,
My guilt wager my strength as I spare not tears?
My offense like chains stroke my existence,
Hangs my living in the face of death?
When my past with pride divulge my wrongs?
Plastered with faulty stains I forever I’m gone,
Lost to the sins I once chided unethical.
Rocky Marciano was the only Heavyweight champion who couldn't be beat.
In all of his forty-nine prizefights, he never once suffered a defeat.
This awesome boxer had heart, stamina and he was strong.
Some people also thought that Mike Tyson couldn't be beat but they were wrong.
Marciano was the Heavyweight champion for four years.
He had fists of fury and didn't know the meaning of fear.
But sadly something happened that filled people with disgust.
In 1969 he died in a plane crash on the last day of August.
The next day after his death would've been his 46th birthday.
It is never easy to see such a great person pass away.
(DEDICATED TO ROCKY MARCIANO WHO DIED AUGUST 31, 1969.)
Until death do us part
Until death do us part, that’s how it all starts.
Entwine two hearts and you will be dancing under stars.
Today we find smiles that stretch on for miles,
With family and friends all around us, dressed in style.
From top hats to sharp shoes and dresses covered in diamonds;
The just married cans are rattling behind us,
As we drive away towards a tropical island.
And when we return from our honeymoon holiday,
The love is never ending; the memories never fade.
When we have spent the last two weeks under sunshine and in bed.
We look towards the future and talk about a life we haven’t lived yet.
Then the children are born and our enormous hearts grow,
To take their love inside us and they add value to our home.
Now presents are forever coming and our future is written in vows;
Let’s hope this love is eternal and we remain side by side,
Even after we are sitting upon a cloud.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Each day he felt the distance growing,
separating him from where and who
they thought he should want to be.
Though he was adrift in the currents
of prevailing winds, he felt the pull
of strong undertows -- and he didn't know
to which he should acquiesce
or against which he should struggle.
He neither acquiesced nor struggled.
"Didn't he think he should shave, shower
regularly, get a hair cut, lose weight,
shine his shoes, change clothes,
and show up early?
Shouldn't he set an example?"
He wanted to imagine a "but"
to refute apparent logic,
could do no better than to scribble
description which drifted across
the pad, influenced by other
undertows. He tried to last, having
once believed in the universal
flux, but could no longer. Finally,
he avoided mirrors and others'
eyes, kept to the rooms' darker
corners, and no longer engaged
in conversation -- not even with himself.
The old Ford's hum on a road so long
Every mile's a memory, where I don't belong
Left this town with a song in my soul
Never thought I'd lose all my control
The doctor's voice, a whisper of a storm
Shook the ground and left my spirit torn
So I came back home, where the fields are green
To a ghost of a girl I used to be
Now the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin'
A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl
It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin'
A faded map to a different kind of world
'Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between
The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens
On this hard ground, where the truth feels real
I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel
Mama's front porch swing, it creaks the same tune
Underneath a pale and worried moon
She says, "Honey, just pray, He'll hear your plea"
But the words catch fire in the long, dark night in me
Used to talk to Him easy, like a trusted friend
Didn't know it was a road that could just end
Now I'm just a whisper in a silent hall
Wondering if He's listening at all
'Cause the steeple bell rings on a Sunday mornin'
A sound I haven't heard since I was a girl
It's a lonely kind of hope that keeps me goin'
A faded map to a different kind of world
"Cause I'm trying to find God in the space between
The what-ifs and the what-should've-beens
On this hard ground, where the truth feels real
I'm just praying for a faith I used to feel
The creek still runs behind the Baptist church
Where I used to sing with a simple purpose
Now I'm down here kicking stones in the stream
Trying to find a piece of a broken dream
Yeah, I'm just trying to find God
In this faded little town
Before the last light goes down
Before the last light goes down
Us humans are delusional, in believing that we are the most superior
species than the rest of Earth's inhabitants. We are absolutely wrong!
We Exist
We exist and with fragmented knowledge proclaim
Power that bestows life most insouciantly measure
Beneath bones desires flourish inside a tumultuous
Paradise nurturing addiction and corporeal pleasure
Any notable achievements in no way measure up to
Towering ancient sequoias blind eyes must treasure
Pterodactyls soared first however mankind callously
Utilizes deceptions to shield indelible lies and failure
We exist and affirm that evolution manipulates form
Breathing or frozen designed with a magical process
Considering last Earth dragons significantly primeval
Man still heralds his species the apex amongst races
Creatures pervaded with such a narcissistic obsession
Convey and define this very biased principle pointless
Relinquish the crown and abandon a tyrannical stance
Or inexorably descend to the void of meaninglessness
Penned: Year 2009
West Palm Beach
Florida USA