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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.
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
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
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
*SIMPLICITY*
Walked on my nerves daily the heart made.
Which always get me puzzle on the step to make.
Always in silence neither of not knowing what to do,
But of the greater law which is in conflict with ours.
The former gives more hope than the latter
Of the eternal reign with the saviour of the world.
Hope this will be my gain less the trauma of my land
Truncate this my silence.
Simplicity or no simplicity this which has choked out the good in us.
Could this be the situation of the economy in our land?
This which the loots at the government embrace for the care of unborn.
No, I can't bare the crook alone,
For the pains which the bastards do cause us for their prodigals.
Has no limitations to be compared to
An hungry man is an angry man they say.
This the colonial Masters have used to put us in slavery Independence
The law of our Lord Jesus Christ which is supreme.
Notwithstanding this fact it's best to be simple and not foolish.
©? Olorode olorunleke
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
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.
When the stomach of a child
Who has overfed rumbles, it is not
In memory of the empty hands of the past
Or what the future holds in hand
It is to mock hunger by saying all is well for now!
All is not well for tomorrow’s grinding hunger
When the Ministers of chronic poverty
Are the symptomatic children of gluttony.
The politicos eat their fill of the national cake
Down to their kin, while the dry crumbs
Are earmarked for poverty alleviation.
Today, like yesterday immemorial
They formulate policies, sign MOUs
Host conferences, organize seminars
Then publish readymadecopypaste reforms
Before the press and assembly
On how to terminate the gene (ration) of poverty.
But then, await aids, charities
Foreign loans, Sani and Diezani’s loots
Which are then looted again.
Only for the political meme
To procreate poverty, a social gene.
All is not well
When inflation drowns and hunger mounts.
You who eat until your every anatomy become fibroid
And then you say all is well.
Have you ever heard or felt
The roar and bite of empty stomachs
Or the crackling ribs of raving hunger?
And have you felt the hopelessness of trying
To perceive the aroma of tomorrow’s break of fast?
We cannot live by charities
Palliatives and crude empowerment alone
But from every sustainable development
Infrastructures and industrialization.
Our palms cannot always be spread under the sun
Awaiting bronze coin and silver manna.
No more nagging stomachs, colourless eyes
And furrowed brows
No more the darkness distributed by PHC
No more the public wealth shared by NASS
And their fellows, the contractors
No more business monopoly, hoarding and inflation
No more the love for foreign lands and goods
To the detriment of the homeland
No more insecurity, hate speech and division
No more fraud, immorality, tribalism and mediocrity
No more laziness, vain speech and promises
No more the birth of the almajirai and abandoned projects
No more the suit, cassock and agbada ministers of poverty!
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
Here it is again, the nightfall,
To stay for its allotted years
The entrails heeded the call
Attuned to their primal fears
In the alleys, in the pavements
A dark lie is a shining honesty
Old axioms the devil laments
Tears to prepare his destiny.
Where to after the nightfall,
This darkness has a contract?
The bells of hell now loudly toll
The funeral song of your fact
Monstrosity to take back the spoils
A face reddens not in shame
Rape in new ways the gut that boils
Coming back in rebranded fame
Offering hope by perfumed name
Sins disowned, loots to reclaim.
Here it is again, the nightfall,
The hearts that refused must endure
To wait till the morning call,
It will be long, tiring, but it is sure.
Bestrevolver, May 18,2022