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Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.
Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow,
Where criminal and crucifix sink,
Where dream and delirium drown.
We are merely complexions of being
With frivolous hearts,
Chalking pigment lines to cleave
The cloak of skin we all share,
Chasing the encasing that divides us.
Across the planet, lines of disparity,
Lines of uneven imparity,
Across the globe, lines of ruling class,
Lines of the toilers and indigent class.
We are merely complexions of being
Carving rich from poor,
Along lines of race and class.
We dread what may come to pass.
Tenebrous night our final gasp,
The tenuous squandered
Dwindling light we grasp.
Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021
I can't imagine the cry ranged from my eyes
Sweeping the floor like a flood.
This non can imagine to be our lot.
Despite all hands on deck for success to make
Non can tell of how fate has thus loots us
Adiye nlagun, iyere nikoje
Can our days at tertiary be a waste?
No, I mean never.
Yet we celebrate the warming ass years after graduation
But their sons a greater hope is laid
While we at this end our strength put them in power
Four years come and gone
Our yoke daily compounds upon our glutton.
That that which laid in us as of the Greek.
We dare not enforce
Gbogbo wa tije dodo akole sododo
This thousand generations will benefit
Less their eyes and consciousness are brought back
No place of refuge to hope in our God
For in all our yoke do compound in their sermons and acts.
Our gracious God we pray you to restore us
As that of the Samaria.
© Olorunleke olorode
When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make each rhythm, form, and word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
Yet its pen drips with glib emotion,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its spies embedded on every site.
It hums in all ears with tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
Science bent my faithful lens to doubt
The disclosure of the mystic
(Anything that comes out his mouth
Violates what is pragmatic)
Until my lens is corrected
By almost drowning in the sea
On a large boulder Judas pushed
Me to what I did not agree
By not sinking in depth of death
After being hit by big fruits
On the head and near out of breath
In death for my soul someone loots
By near striking a buffalo
On the road by my motorbike
The rain mists on my helmet grew
Brake! The road wiggled or the spike?
As I go by the bamboo grass
Its leaves start to sway and rustle
As though the wind is there to pass
From the thrust of guardian angel
1. Aztecs-black sun. The eternity of souls.
2. Five stages of an eclipse.
3.Total eclipse-3 minutes. Deep twilight.
4. The moon has a temporary crown (corona) that celebrates its victory.
5. Viewed from predestined location
6. A fated portent by the ancients.
7. A natural phenonoma in the present.
8. Next in north and South America, also Pacific in July 2019
Looter Eclipse
When darkness turns the day to night
The triumphant moon bedecks its glittery crown
Feeding upon the ancients fear of doom and gloom
Their dread of harvests wrecked with troubled soul
A daytime moon that mocked their sacrificial rites
With cursed prediction for ill fated times ahead
Punished by the idols of the time
For some iniquitous crime to languish in dire Hades
Secured the time and place of modern solar eclipse
The throng awaits with polymer shades adorned
Amid a gleeful buzz of expectation
To view the phenomena of sun obscured
And loyally watch its five stages
When day becomes a dusky shade
In matter of fact observation
Ill portents dismissed and banished
They see the crown upon its lunar head
But not the sneak thief upon the ground
Who rifles pockets, loots their bags
The eclipse’s glory takes its place
And he escapes with all their booty
In portended fate of dire acclaim
I’d love nothing more than to sit with you
and share a meal split just for two.
I’d order the rainchokes topped with loots
and dip them in your sharkflower shoots.
But sitting in this divine café
is not exactly safe per se.
Which chair to choose can be so tricky-
Sitting down here could make you sprickly.
Avoid the red chair but not the blue:
Unless you see stripes on a figgy-doo.
The chair you chose loves all purple sprink
so be sure you do order that coffee to drink!
A dinner with you for two sounds great!
But as you can see I’m already late
for all of the chairs waiting next in line
to be pulled up, then placed behind.
The dol-yapper seeds will snap with joy
when I bring the next girl and bring the next boy
I will pull up a seat and pull up a chair
and a dinner for three I will start to prepare!
-5/8/2017-
Please pull up a chair (Suess style) contest
A flash in the planetary cause,
a momentary held applause
on the evolutionary roll of time paused;
These last seconds on the timeline hesitate
when man appears upon fostering the world's fate
and the future lay waiting at the entry gate.
He loots, he burns fastidious.
he murders the people indigenous
claiming conquering superiority as if it were religious.
This is not religions toll,
this was not humanity's goal,
this in not Christian, Muslim or Jewish states
this is a world on the brink of late
bent on self destruction and hate.
History's lesson remain unlearned
distorted, twisted, scorned
laying in a rubbled heap
denial and lie making all life cheap.
Is there such a creature as an honest man in power
the hero of the hour
stretching out his opened hand
that reveals the gift to understand?
We, the people of this earth
take pride and gratitude of every birth
and it's time the leaders do
those that claim they represent every me and you.
If we're not careful and diligent
the earth may not be that resilient
find your heart and your roots
recognize the power in the truth.
Must pester Uncle Fester our national jester
Mr dome chrome time to buy another home?
Property cartels fed cahoots loots free to roam
Like we’re being led by the laughing gnome
Coalition behind demolition of OG ancestor
Don’t let it fester about every oversea investor
Cannot cotton on to what’s wrong.. polyester
Kiwis remember embers of being a protestor
They were told awhile before the war make sure
To stockpile fossil fuels.. because more is more
They wouldn’t listen Oil companies shares glisten
Billionaire backed..society cracked or is it fracked
Fast tracked as guess who gets whacked the Poor!
Luxon adoring every glutton pushes that button
Haughty and naughty lies flies in roaring forties
Ignoring us imploring see the nexus of the exodus
As its lambs to the slaughter on the isles of mutton
Merciless! they died~ blood, bodies on ground,
fired our machine guns with rat a tat sound!
some whimpered and cried calling out loved ones,
it mattered not to us, our hearts were stones!
our soldiers died too in similar vein,
torn asunder by guns, screaming in pain,
we wrapped them in our flags and sent them home,
families shed tears on what they had become,
the killings went on, men died on both sides,
widows and orphans, the ruin was world wide!
Newspapers sold stories, justice was claimed,
loud speeches were made, and each other blamed,
ruling rich sat at home, justified war,
or sat at beaches, in luxury cars,
the wheel kept turning churning them more funds,
their power grew amongst relatives and friends,
history was written, medals were given,
heroes and villains were all lies driven,
in this horror of human games, truth died,
tears ran in silence, some sobbed and some sighed!
civilisation records these events,
Rapes, loots, slavery and such torments
religions and Gods or find some reason,
to kill a human without compassion,
animals do live in better harmony,
than men can do in each other’s company!
We should work for the day when hatred ends,
that day amongst enemies- find true friends!
Written 13/10/2021
10 syllables, a few lines with 11 syllables
Lost
Underneath this despair
Lies darkness that loots
Loots the humanity inside of me
It is darkness I see,not humanity
It is darkness that sees me,not humanity
Dead
Dead
Is the light of hope
Hope for the light that outshines the darkness
Darkness that loots,the sanity inside me
Gloom
Gloom
Fills the heart that loves,that loved
In the time of emptiness
Gloom is what fills me,gloom is what sees me
Gloom is what I see
Despair
Despair
I had all of you,most of you some and now none of you
You that gave me humanity,has left with it
My head that held sanity is done with it
I need pulling,from despair
Help
Pull me by my hand
Pull me as the darkness does
But not to save me,to tear me apart
Tear me apart,so the little light inside me escapes
To your eyes and see,it was there it was,I still held it I did
I just needed someone to see
But it's only darkness that saw