Long Laying claim Poems
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Soul,
"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LLB
Laid down with the dropping of the ball
the joyous clinks ringing in a year,
party hats, strange first kisses,
inconspicuous memory lapses,
time marching on,
in seconds it all but disappears
fresh starts, disrobing dissertations
interludes
listening to music, assessing the wind
moments meant to be held
not without meaning
sharing what we have
not what we have not
pressing your being on top my chest
laying claim to your riches
engulfing the scent
for you alone it carries my name
twinkles amid periwinkles
surrounded in a gaze
pure harmony and grace
a place
to call more than just a home
the bells of Saint Raphael are ringing
gently, my heart beats in tune, singing
flowery words quietly are filling up
the vastness of the oceans
there is no need to rush
slowly we build
fortunes fulfilling foundations
freedom to breathe
forevers to live
Traveler's Guide to the Rugged Path
Millions tread the rugged path
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft; prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree,
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Move along! Cry the few,
laying claim to the bounteous tree
defiantly taking post to defend.
A booming crack roars over the scene;
fire erupts from the heartwood
consuming all in mere moments.
A ghoulish smoky tendril
swirling ‘twixt the beggars and few
the sole, poisoned remnant of love, scorn.
Fingers of blame stab the smoke
traveler railing against traveler
drunk on wrath and indignation.
--------Elsewhere--------
Millions tread the rugged path,
as nomads groping in a murky mist
eyes and hands aloft, prayerful…hopeful.
Few chance upon a wondrous tree
bearing on its ample boughs,
love; unconditional and sweet.
Sheltered safely in the shade
they cry out; pleading desperately
for their traveling companions.
Others come, unfamiliar, unwanted
yearning and desperate they approach
anxious to stay their weary journey.
Come join us! Cry the few,
sharing wide the tree’s abundance
generously offering respite to all.
Quietly, the mist dissipates the scene
clarity of vision, and brotherhood
consume all in the clearing.
Love, shared without condition
accepts the unfamiliar, the unwanted
heals the weary, and poisoned.
It means forgiveness and compassion
from traveler to traveler
no matter how different their paths.
07/30/15
The cemetery was still but not silent as Ben Braxton leaned against the rough trunk of an ancient oak. It stood apart from the mourners, yet close enough that he could clearly see and hear them. His gaze locked on the dark-haired woman next to the grave site. It's been a long time, Rachelle. Too long since I've been back. He looked down and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.
The giant oak spread its roots in a huge circle beneath his feet and its curvy gnarled limbs stretched over the meadow as though laying claim to everything within the reach of its broad shadow. In the late afternoon on this October day, that shadow seemed to embrace all those who wept. As the priest bowed his head and said his last words of prayer over the coffin, Ben sighed and silently joined them in weeping. Perhaps coming back to Willerton was a mistake.
As if in answer to his doubt, thunder roared. Ben looked up to see perilous black storm clouds drifting overhead. The wind wound its way through the oak's branches, whispering like the rustling of silk, and filling Ben's mind with fear and sadness. He turned the collar of his coat up around his neck and listened. If he hadn't known better, he'd swear the gruff voice in his mind was that of his longtime friend, Jake Kehrer. But that was impossible, now that Jake was dead.
September 22, 2022
The ocean now looks the rain in the eye
Swelling with ego and pride
Humming and Hissing flows with the tide
Wrestling the ships and the boats
And laying claim to some of our lands.
Even Adagun adorns himself like Agbara
The little puddle by the road side
The left over of the afternoon rain
Prides himself before our feet
Willing and waiting for the sky to open
For him to take of his share of what drop descends from the heaven.
The fishes now have their freedom
For years no sight of the fisherman's nets
They have grown beyond average
And have witnessed years of abundance.
Some have become sharks
Willing to swallow their underfed comrades.
(C) Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke
Listen! Here come the horses,
War machines, a myriad of forces!
'Whitewash', the white horse, is first,
Those deceptive words rehearsed.
Peace as a pretense to conquer,
Glossy until he grows stronger.
'Butcher', the red horse, unleashed,
Civil unrest and sword unsheathed.
Laying claim to the Earth,
Mixing lifeblood with turf.
Black are the ravages of war,
Famine only adds to the score.
The black horse arrives,
His name is... 'Survive'.
But 'Ash' has entered the scene,
The color of corpse, pale-green,
Their progression succinct,
Succumbing to animal instinct.
Fools have staked their claim,
And adorned themselves with shame,
"The Earth belongs to the ‘Best’!"
When the ‘Best’ are merely Guests!
Corrupted to have their own way,
Inferiors they oppress and dismay.
Devouring each other like prey,
Their body and soul He will slay.
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!
Listen! Martyrs beseeching their Master,
"When will you avenge this disaster!"
"All must repent or perish,
There's more to be saved, to cherish.
When Messiah returns to avenge,
The Superiors on Earth will cringe,
And hide themselves from My face,
But I will expose their disgrace.
The Day of Our wrath will come,
My adversaries will all be undone!"
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!
Listen! A Watchman’s urgent call,
"The Davidic Dynasty is All!"
"Do not cover their true condition,
To convey, not create, is the mission.
'Who influences who?', is the test,
Repentance and restoration are ‘Best’!
Judging His choices and actions,
Creates obstacles, infractions,
To live the way He intended,
And to have His blessing suspended.
Scripture is the sign to heed.
Our Substitute He decreed.
Grace through faith the plan.
He resurrected the God-Man.
Whirling Wheels in the great expanse!
The Davidic King will soon advance!
His Wheelwork is not uncertain,
Make ready for His final curtain!