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He was a helping vessel,
Greatness was pertained in him,
Can't imagine himself about the possessive power,
At a tender age,he was pointed as naughty gazelle,
The entire neighbourhood took is capabilities to be a theme,
On wrong settings,...stayed under bower,
Called him to dad,..viewed her around bezel,
Quarter passed timely,when we got to swim,
Figurative collections stolen against Fowler,
His brother understood mums worth of no credential,
Number one was fake love,
Drained to beat over fears,
The family steamed up without essential,
Conflicts left dad at a club,
Early in their marriage everything stayed with no tears,
Day break served everyone with biracial,
When circles were drawn,...he asked how?
Bought heavy suits to take a snap,
Growing to be responsible,...
Jobless for five years on a lap,
In fact,number two made plain of reliable,
In college teachers held tightly what I kept as Map,
Directing every goal to success,...parable,
Counting parent steps,I drifted from a slab,
Brother chased his dreams under stable,
"Don't be left from Christ's cup",
It was mum speech craved in variable,
Digitized,number three showed the day I got married,
Things went well from no form,
Birds on wall,trees and enjoying a feed,
So proud,nature housed our casual uniform,
Drumming all over wifey,
Every toss got us to visit the grandparents of our children,
Grateful had set a family free,
Nervously,I met salvation not alone before when,
All was about glee,
Severance towards souls if will rend,
A vow day of a real style,I'm out of a money world.
Day after day, impossibilities do imprison the world
For many times, what I notice is the world falling apart
Haunted by the pain people ferry around,
Friends trying to grab trending practices to pass the test
But, again and again, what keeps me blooming,
Is what I acknowledge, … Heaven is watching
Sometimes, what bother me is the regrets….
Pulling the world backwards,
Sadness afflicting souls around the globe,
Making me ask, what went wrong?
As I look similar to a lost son, among missing people,
Trapped in the planet farthest away from paradise
Day and night, what I crave for, is to create a loving world,
For the world to move beyond suffering-
With hope hanging upon us all,
Everyone breathing joyously with dreams to follow…
Feeling the passion, nature has in its heart,
In taking care of all species within its ranks
Day after day, I wish I had all the answers
The key to unlock goodwill,
Plant it in the lives of ordinary people,
For sometimes, I only perceive unfairness rolling within the storm,
But I have seen love knocking on peoples’ homes….
With joy and happiness calling everyone by name
Day after day, I look beyond the river with cheering face,
Seeing faith flourishing through the universe,
And prayer penetrating deeper into people’s lives
Hoping to transform shapes of the world….
Decorate the settings with bright flowers-
In a world free from tormenting memories,
For many times, I have seen kindness in the neighbourhood
Humanity going back to its roots,
To resuscitate and hold on to its precious thoughts….
To rebuild and safeguard its legacy …
… Day after day
On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm
Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal
A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet
An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake
Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare
The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound
He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply
His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead
The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke
He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles
Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears
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Tomorrow is dead
We all go to bed at night
Hoping the alarm hits a wake up call
Or the cock crows as the day dawns
We bid our love ones goodnight
And they reply with a charming smile
If you are like me you won't miss your night meditation
Or you probably want to have an evaluation of how the day went
Plan for the next day's event
Too tired to do all that
The sleep is heavy in your eyes
That you couldn't even have your bath
You had a stressful day at work
So hectic that you almost passed out
Good you have a source of livelihood
Atleast you are not a nuisance in the neighbourhood
Tomorrow never came!
Tomorrow never came!
Hope its not a game of chess
Yesterday is gone
Today is here
The thunder grumbled
The flower nodded
The snow flakes danced
When will it be tomorrow?
Its a matter of time
Will I sleep and never wake up?
Am I promised tomorrow?
No never, why? Not me , I don't like this
My kids, my job, my loved ones, my everything
But wait a minute what if tomorrow doesn't come?
Never will anyone pray not to see a new day
The brightness and light of a new dawn
But what if tommorow dies?
Those that are gone never bargained for a return
They left with tears in the eyes of thier love ones
Not in a bit to instill fear in you, but to consciously remind you that tomorrow could be dead.
Live right
Have a good heart
LIVE TODAY AS THOUGH IT'S THE LAST DAY AND LAST BREATH YOU WOULD EVER HAVE.
25 people in a neighbourhood, could really
Impact the area for good' if ten
Committed gardeners keen; could, gave advice to
Others, say a minimum of fifteen? All within
A half-mile square. Gardens on a minimum
Also fifty feet square! To plant some fruit trees
And beds of veg? Rows of corn beside the
Shed to allow a beekeeper, for pollination
It would feed that group; could inspire a
Nation? On large village greens, would what be sown? I can
See possibilities
Almost endless on the growing I say a healthy initiative what say
You?
Could it be aided? Would the government help too?
That might mend
Some fences? and cause cohesion
With some in politics who aren’t just like a
Damaging lesion.'
©Joe Maverick 28-7-2023
Possiblity rolls rotund in your fingers
Hectic brain traffic makes way for intrigue
Direction indeterminate, insect lands unscathed
Careful spice simmers observations we can heed
Suspends apprehension, apprehends herd bellow
Stength encounters our sturdily built immunity
Intimacy emits permission to dismiss ridiculous
Slowly extending tip drops bits of significance
Currency exchanges notes of village productivity
Spice enters conciousness via macrowaves
Components of people create the places they live
Places mould the requirements of inhabitants
Unlike links of a chain, a structured semblance
Our recognition is dissected, stretched by us
Warnings examined in rotation's commitment
Alighted butterfly exposes pattern atop wings
Closure signifies opening, an opening poised
Assurance gives symmetry to lilypad hospitality
Dollop of tomorrow glimpsed in frog elastic instant
Proactive performers pirouette to new heights
Mother butterfly has limited tenure
Crouched firm against obstacles, she clusters
aspirations she has no time to share in
Your exploring hands unravel bound mystery
My decision, delicate as butterfly legs, is future led
Barriers break as caution's clutch is relinquished
Swollen perception unfriends refrain
Vulnerability becomes comfort in your closeness
Swaddled in hope, chrysalis flight transpires
Remnants of your pleasure mount missions
Illfitting questions increase chances for answers
Cynisism columns truth in civil rights twilight 2020
Untamed senses send a profusion of vines crawling
Words of neighbourhood nature joist global corners
Babel provides shared province when blood combines
Written : April 2020
Submitted on 4th October 2020
To Poetry Contest: Deep (001)
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
I look at the exit door and i
see her,
With the mirage of her
shadows from afar.
I look at the past and i see
her smile,
A smile that lasted for a
while.
She was once my heaven
grace,
Now leaving with no trace.
She was my last solution,
But now irritate like
pollution.
She once brought
happiness,
Now that happiness is lost
in this time of darkness.
I thought she was sent
from heaven,
Made with all the beauties
of heaven.
But i was so wrong of her,
Cos she was never as
amazing like the stars.
I once thought we would
have a great future,
Each time i stare at her
picture.
I once thought that she
could be a great wife,
And that together we would
have a wonderful life.
I once gave her my heart,
When we began from the
start.
I wonder how it all went
wrong,
That made us not to last
long.
Then i realised that we
were never meant for each
other,
For there is no future with
us together.
Now she is gone for good,
Far away from my
neighbourhood.
I will cherish the moment
we had,
Those moment that weren't
bad.
I will never forget how
happy we were,
That made us forget about
our fears.
Those times that gave us
joy and fulfillment,
That also brought us
contemptment.
I can look back now with no
regret,
That i met someone like
you on earth.
For you thought me a
lesson,
That will open doors to
more blessing.
In spite of all that
happened you will still
remain in my heart,
For when you left you never
tore it apart.
My door of friendship will
always remain open,
Anytime you want our love
story book to be reopen.
It began with a bargain on a winter night,
When the cupboards were bare
And hope sat idle in the corners.
He came with frost on his collar,
A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit
Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk tie,
And a smile too white, too wide.
He introduced himself only as “the Tooth Fairy.”
There he stood ancient and ravenous
And far from a myth.
"One tooth,” he said,
"And I’ll make sure your family's cup is always full.”
The first time was seamless.
A gold coin under the pillow.
The table groaned beneath the weight of food.
A whispered thanks into the dark.
Over the years,
He returned.
Never taking more than what the child had already lost.
Never asking for more than what the parents freely gave.
At first.
But he began to linger.
Amber eyes tracking the child’s growing frame.
"That one’s almost ready,” he’d murmur,
Adjusting his cufflinks,
The back of his claws brushing the cherub’s cheek as she slept.
The coins grew heavier.
The meals became gourmet.
The house—envy of the neighbourhood.
The family’s laughter grew louder—until the child stopped smiling.
By adolescence, the milk teeth were gone,
But he kept coming.
“You owe more than you think,” he growled.
They offered him trinkets.
He chuckled.
They begged for mercy.
He showed them the contract—
Signed in murmured consent,
Sealed with the shedding of innocence.
He took their hopes.
Then their dreams.
Then the light behind the eyes.
The house is still full—
But now, only with silence.
Beware pacts made in the dark and a pocket full of promises.
Not all that glitters is gold.
Not all monsters bare their teeth.
I was walking down the neighbourhood,
reminiscing how it all
used to be where we made believe
that we were nymphs in a wood,
except the once moist earth was parched,
and the once white air was brown...
and footpaths and landmass
were suddenly under a filter of grey...
Here I stop by this grandfather tree,
one in my eyes would be older than me.
But when I touched the bark
and the lowest leaf,
it whispered, "Speak, child of Eve,
now that I'm awake from my sleep."
I walked backwards,
scratching and tilting my head,
wondering what was messed with my senses;
had climate change really gotten into my head?
Now although I am shocked,
and my mind can't think so fast,
my tongue does the work for me:
"How have you lived this long?" it asks.
A wind blows, and my eyes take up,
imagining him stretching the rusty spine of a trunk.
He then speaks, in the gruff and cranky voice:
"You humans do whatever you want,
kill what you see with your eyes,
and spare what they think would fit their design best."
My eyes wander, to the settlements gray,
and remembered, the green kingdom where we'd played.
"Do you ever miss them?" I wish I hadn't asked,
but there is no way of turning time, and I continue to ask:
"The others of your kind, the ones that fell,
were they family, or friends at best?"
The grandfather shuddered, cold and angry,
I could feel his thoughts, how he wished
that I'd not reminded of what sored him.
"But what good would it do to think of the dead all day?"
He adds, "Isn't that what your mother always says?
Best ask her yourself, I'm sure my answer would be same;
for though you'd branched out early, we share one ancient family name.
But for now leave me be, your kind has hurt me enough,
to be sworn enemies, still, I'd rather sleep it through."
I turn around annoyed, wandering what tricks my fancies play,
then I stop so suddenly, with one last question to say:
"How do you know me?" I ask, not expecting replies,
but he says in return: "I used to watch you as a child,
"And in your early days I'd hold you when your limbs weren't so ripe,
I'd watched you walk, then I was worried,
when my own limbs tripped yours.
I'd thought since that misplaced root, that you'd never come back.
But now that I've talked to you, I feel
weirdly warm and comforted to sleep."
Monsoon’s mellow air had made my mind to
Ponder on life’s past, fast backward and forth,
Till sudden lightning with muted thunder
Made me leave chair to look out of window.
There, resting elbows on a windowsill,
And bending a bit my old, wrinkled self,
I looked around with my deep-set tired eyes--
The children playing with rain in the street.
Above, under a ledge two lovelorn doves
Fluttering wings whilst enjoying rain bath,
And dancing at the same time all but lost.
The roofs of nearby buildings getting wet,
Rain drops making mottled sounds on their surface.
But what drew me out was the childhood face
Of naked neighbourhood kids’ nude visage--
Bare of any mask of life’s adulthood.
And something made me stretch my shaking hand
Out of the window grills trying to catch
Some rain drops. Or was it some childhood thrills?
And as if like a mild electric jolt
A wave spread all through my quivering self,
Which, leaving window and aged body,
Ah, out was in the street with dancing kids,
One more kid dancing along in spirit.
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Musings |27.12.2024| Blank verse. old, child, spirit, rain