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Whit wet Vetted Splendour...
Pervaded mounded jeweled ground
gunmetal sky incessantly
pelted and did pound
asper staccato round
arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound
to this clown,
who felt housebound
as precipitation reigned down.
steady rain quintessentially
patterned oodles of necklaced
mini mellow marsh lands
wee hour early this morn
after drenching rain abated,
I set foot upon the sponge
bobbing soaked boggy badlands
highland manor saturated
feet immediately sank deep
quickly submerged whole body
subterranean suction suffocated
without objection relinquished
superfluous lifesource (mine)
feeble writer (me)
oblivious pathetic simian
high jinxed human
resigned purposelessness necessitated
liberating meaningless NON GMO
gluten/ monosodium glutamate
free corporeal essence
hungrily gulped into Gaia's maw
vanished without a trace
transubstantiated (uber vacuumed)
wrought into indiscriminate
requisitioned, repurposed, reincarnated,
recycled carbon based materials,
where sedimentary processes metamorphosed
formerly insignificant (lava lee
liquidated louche) passively
recalcitrant know-nothing
dynamic forces glommed,
within whirling wide
webbed sized cauldron
crucible distilled basic
constituent building blocks
combining deciduous non
bull leaf ving Earthling
(poet wannabe) unrecognizable
disseminating Harris jackknifed ludicrous
johnny come lately
legend (nixed son)
across avast subterranean
shiftless tectonic world
property, asper oblate spheroid
incorporated within manifold biosphere
improbable far fetched fluke
identical likeness of self,
(nor any deceased life replicated)
will ever trod this planet again!
This is a Poem about Divorce
What has happened
to the poison of her charm?
He seems immune to its deadly strikes
How sudden
has the sparks of his passion disappeared.
She could barely blink
to the aroma of his sweet words
One heart now becoming two
as the sand dunes of the desert hide one
while the other
is swallowed by the creatures of the Oceans
making the lovers
less compassionate than a dead log.
An attempted kiss
becomes a factory of irritation
and a sensual gaze
ends up in sarcasm and scorn.
The joy of the home is liquidated
sweet emotions arrested
and taken to a place of no return.
Can you imagine
how love could be false?
While trust goes up yonder?
Making truths incomprehensible?
As reality sits and ponder?
The more one tries
the more the other disagree.
Selfishness abound
taking the calamity to a disastrous degree
and subjecting all positives to its under
leaving happiness dislocated
with nothing to render.
Every action then becomes a blunder
and even nature gets disappointed and angry
on such a romance once with a high pedigree.
An institution nourished to fullness
has gone completely empty and hungry
as it begs for the mercy of asunder.
Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home
May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing
May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find peach peace
Despite ptsd and superior scolding
May the hungry be able to eat
Both in spirit as well as physically
May the lost souls be found
And find faith in embrace of community
May your troubles be liquidated
Becoming green fertilizer
And a garden of blessings created
From fruit of spirit licorice desire
Despite knowing trials and tribulations
May you find your path in faith
May your life be a celebration
Of God’s making each and every day
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
" 1st price, poetry
contest,
poemsclub.com,
April 2014"
Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on the notes now
The black bags ever sink
Mind refuses to positively think
And rather catastrophically wired
To the ever-slipping fires
Betrothed to your liking
Tentacles and tantalizing suns
Spurring the vision, bleeding incisions
Opening to the bloody scene of darkness
Hearing it croaking
The dead fetus soaking
Liquidated larvae squealing with glee
Little black dot of its head or bottom
Squirming inside to taste the bitter slime
It is out but still warm
The tears are dried by the breezes of disappointment
The little worms in folding enjoyment
Losing a little one
Gains so much
Real-eases so little
And internally, eternally
Gnaws
I was born a poet
In the time of flowers and handwritten letters
Already making rhymes with pens
A poet of romantic verses
When love was pure emotion
I was born a poet
In the age when neighbors shared
The TV, raising children, and the matapa stew
A poet of the family era
I was born a naïve poet
Of friendships that were not fleeting
Now liquidated and cheap in social
Networks without real communities
Lacking values, identities, and personalities
But as a poet, I keep writing
Of this love that is slowly fading
In values, behind our backs
But these are not moral values
Nor are these backs thresholds
They are monetary values
They are backs heated with flames
Of power, pride, and the arrogance of the boss god
Crowned by the gods of supremacy
The liquid the solid
Let take it on to reality
Cos pictures now don't speak
No more
Either do we need it beautiful
Frames
the colours of our reality
Are becoming more than
The rainbow could bear
To life
Enough of the conspiracies
Check fact our life's
And count your tooth by yourself
The liquid the solid
Bring your mind back to reality
Can't you see you are not in check
Cos if you do
You will see the handwriting
On the walls of humanity
Nature don't lie but humans do
The birds can fly peace
But humans fly wars
To liquidate or solidify
They are teasty of illusion
They are sick of what they
Don't deserve
Despite they got enough
Yet the innocent still owns
Them their souls
For no just curse
The liquid the solid
Look down to reality
You could see how
We are being liquidated
We can't breathe
We must always fight
Even when we are not wrong
It obvious that we are solidified
With lies cos the truth always
Remains a secret
Not until you weak up
Look in to life
Forget about the conspiracies
Check fact our reality
And only then you could
Understanding the distance between
The liquid and the solid
Remember
Nature never lies
But
Humans does .
Dedicated to all the
African youths
We deserve better
Than lies
This Time Poison Air
has scarred the GREEN Walk
Drab BLUE Skies
painted by GREY Promises
We made For the earth
Rich Soil BROWN is Dead BLACK exhausted with ruin
PINK CORAL blushes in poor health
like a decayed tooth crumbling Bone WHITE
Pasty liquidated MOSS GREEN Sea of Life
splayed permanence.....................
no sun to revive the sparkle of GOLDEN Light
September 17, 2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Ironic Zinc
Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
“instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded” ~ Unseeking Seeker
When thoughts purge in restlessness,
we pause the frequency of the mind,
allowing the rhapsodies
of the rosemary heart
to compose lyrics of
life in sync with sandalwood serenity…
I am a gossamer ribbon,
drifting across
caliginous cloudscapes,
like a delicate trace
of greying gloaming,
listening to the eerie requiems
ricocheting through the horizon.
But am I to follow the hypnotic lies,
perpetually prompting
my thoughts to ink
crimson confetti of confusion?
For the heart is the window
to the crown chakra,
awaiting the alignment of seven stars,
where the mind remains a mystery,
unreliable and capricious,
like the wind carrying
the sound of raging rain tonight.
O celestial maestro
of the cosmos and beyond,
let fears dissolve into ambient waves,
rippling with rejuvenating radiance,
reflecting seraphic light
from the crooning currents beneath~
tempestuous tides,
while I unchain the confined
chambers of my persona,
to unravel the alchemist within,
that knows not the
dying colors of dusk and dawn,
and reveals emerald auroras
in hibiscus harmony,
amidst the moonless
serenades of the sky~
in sync with my stained consciousness.
So let the dancing dreams
and the divine spirit
manifest through bleeding intuition,
as I open my arms to the sun
singing within his euphoric siesta,
there lakes of lotus ebb and flow in
ethereal themes,
transforming jinxed juniper lilies
into joyous jasmines,
and my voice shall mirror
pristine peonies,
scented with mystical musk,
where the fickleness of existence
is liquidated with lavender scriptures,
for my heart is the
empyrean haven for northern gems,
guiding the glass kayak of survival,
refusing darkness to mask
the kundalini mantras within
the alluring aura of life,
rehearsing self-fulfilling prophecies,
to illuminate silhouettes of
the galaxies in crystalline clarity.