Long Meatless Poems

The world is an egg waiting to be broken
Nothing bad should worth of a humble tears
Not even the pangs of loneliness as icy ball
Nor the fangs of self-pity as winter bears-
The tyrant was ask when...

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I know that I was born insane 
to love so much the face of Death. 
Insanity romanced me even when 
a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin.
Why could society not understand 
that all I’ve ever...

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Tomorrow will come to mind soon
when we'll part ways to come again.
We will forget yesterday we cried rain,
we will remember  the meatless meal
we shared behind door of ignorance. 
Africa have many branches to protect....

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If you want to keep 
             your expanding 
              ...

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And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza

Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru

hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing...

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Hold my hand! 
Forget my tears.
Let me show you papa's  grave,
he was a hero with a basket mouth.
He tinted our future with his wagging Lips, 
his eyes,  a staccato of his old self....

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Tell mother I am but a girlchild
I am not yet a woman to be married.
let me not write this sorrow that
men would see and cry tomorrow,
Let them not paint a scary picture today.

Tell father l...

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Written by Gail DeBole  
and included in PS: It's Poetry
A PoetrySoup.com anthology published in 2020

Note: Grendel was the monster in the old English Heroic poem titled Beowolf written by an anonymous Anglo-Saxon poet. ...

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To Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Do you remember Sade?
Do you remember yesterday we flew kite
at the cloudy street of Ibadan?
Do you remember how I channelled your 
thought to those boys who went and never 
return home with...

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The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.

Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet...

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Unfinished Nightmare

Mouth agape
trash can lid arches limply
its hinged spine
like that of  partial paragraphs
clinging
broken
yet refusing to let go

How gauze-like
the yellowed reflection
staring back from shattered temper-enhanced mirror
clinging also
defying decayed adhesive
refusing like me to accept
the dry erosion...

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The Man who hates Israel 

Today we had lunch at a restaurant called Israel and,
 yes it was Jewish but I didn’t see an Islamist bomber
ready to blow himself and us up to King David...

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You’re reading this as I write.
Straight out of
True Confessions.
 	
It wasn’t long after you left
That I began to live for myself.
 
You say you knew that?
Oh, OK. I guess you could tell,
Being out there,
With true...

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The Man who hates Israel 

Today we had lunch at a restaurant called Israel and,
 yes it was Jewish but I didn’t see an Islamist bomber
ready to blow himself and us up to King David...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the...

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One step on the white blistering sand,
 Sandals in hand, turban shrouding my beard
 From the gusts of arid wind sucking my sweat
 And burning my skin and mucosa.

I looked ahead, raising my hand
 To...

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Oh, goodness, how my initiative has flustered.
I think that my meatless Fridays  will receive fruits of reward and hence I grow faint.
I sigh through dear retirement of a beloved pastor. 

Alas, I never learned...

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Save the earth by going vegan
honestly don't know if I can

T bone steak bloody rare
each morsel a bite you cannot spare
Jawing on the bone when the meat is gone
lick the plate it's never wrong

Hot juicy...

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Worm mutton cottage fries made without oil, ants on chocolate toast,
Bread made of almonds, and healthy carrot-laden Robin egg soup.
Vegetarian sandwiches lavishly sprinkled with the most
Delightful new organic spinach that makes you rapidly poop.

All of...

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MOO HA HA HAH! (with kudos to E.A. Poe)

There was an eerie peal I knew
When just a reborn child
I sat listening
Listening for that cast iron    steel-gray
     midnight shattering...

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To Isoboye Danagogo

Song about you reminds me of Africa
you are an embodiment of African culture
Look into your palms and see the route
of our lives cemented by love...
A piece of me is in you
and a piece...

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Overgrown With Vines


Three meatless, boney, fingers clawed
at the hard dirt, glistened in the emptiness,
cursed the damnation of the full moons lie.

Death and the shallow grave had come quickly
a sharp metal edge the instrument of both.
The...

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When Mom took down the blue bucket we knew what it meant.
We were getting close to the end of the month.
Inside were the canned goods we can use to stretch our food.
Creamed corn, peas, beans-...

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Who Owns a Poem?

Could I call a poem – a poem
if I titled it as such
or would this egocentricity
cause the poets to turn on me?

Words - shifting sands - rolling stones
shadows cast by meatless bones
memory’s...

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Ah, Life! 

II

Life’s sharpest sunrays pierced the sky each morn,
bright talons tear away my empty calm
and my dilated eyes resent the thorns
applied by cheer of golden, cayenne palms.

I wish the night would rise and still...

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