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Choices
What does my choices say about me?
Life was hard and I still had to make choices..
Coming home seeing my father Wondering where his wife was all night,
Or choices to watch my mom come home drunk and high knowing my dad had to go to work..
Listening to the arguing and fighting
Because my mom refused to be a mom..
Standing in court watching my mom an dad battle a divorce because my mom didn't want to grow up...
The choice of now being a kid
Watching my mom party all day..
Strange men in and out of our house..
Because my dad was no longer mentally equipped to deal with raising his kids alone..
Watching my father now live life in a decline mentally dying slowly from
The rath my mother bestowed upon him..
Then living alone with the one absent parent that chooses partying over being a parent..
The choice of living with a parent that was never there when you needed them..
The choice of growing up too fast then becoming a parent yourself..
Walking a thin line of what would have or could have been different in your choices..
Accepting your choices and choosing to raise your kids..
Accepting the obstacle of being a single parent with both parents was not easy..
But with a strong will you make it possible...
The choice of saying good bye to an abusive counterpart while moving on to the one glimpse of happiness...
The choice of moving on and raising your babies alone...
Then the financial choice of working any odd job to support your children..
The choice of leaving no stone unturned when it comes to the life of your children..
The choices and consequences of letting the wrong people share your life..
The choices of struggling because no job was enough...
The choice of crying at night worrying about bills and praying to God for some form of relief...
The choice of growing up
Changing your life in an attempt to live the dream you were destined to live..
The choices of dealing with the very grown children you gave your life up for
Be the very people judging and hating you..
Choices...
‘OH POETIC force, show us, tell us take us to heights unknown,
And leave no stone unturned' ‘ QUOTE BY POET
This April month with destination moon or bust, is celestial,
Four Moon bound people took off in a rocket,
Planet Earth wishing them a successful,
Exciting space trip, praying no harm touch them,
Only poetic love should prevail,
And courage and hope with poetic ink be injected
Into this space mission , every poet’s talent thus affected,
History in the making,
Poets creating poems that bring together
Words and words become breathtaking thoughts,
That bring about poetic rhymes
Bless and hold their tether hard and fast,
throughout eternal and turbulent times,
Something different happened
This afternoon, rather strange
For I saw no bird, yet A dove’s feather dropped
And then floated out of range,
Was it showing us that eternity is space,
Could it become a global race
To make Moon or Mars,
Habitable, among the stars.
Greed has moved into space,
Wanting to change its face,
But poetry will always be on greed’s tail,
With every mouth watering detail.
Our four brave astronauts
Got back this early morn, with a big splash,
And unbeknown to them surely, a reporters flash!
I had the energy for three
I thought I did and always would
You fed off my strength
You feasted selfishly when
You should have shared with pride
Now I barely have the strength for me
I’m broken with only a thin veil of dignity
And you don’t understand
I’ve been living in illusion
Waiting for the day
Things would fall into place
Hoping it had all been worthwhile
But there is no happiness to be found here
I’ve left no stone unturned
No path untraveled
Unending frustration and growing anger
A new strength begins to fill me
Not the type you’ll feast on
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A
Year set stained by grief from invisible foe,
Enraged in anxiety’s malicious chains.
Accosting not only a nation but world,
Reaching the farthest, secluded parts,
Devilishly leaving no stone unturned.
Withholding grandpa from grandson,
Idly stripping people’s livelihoods,
Needlessly voiding human liberties,
Disabling dictators from their seats.
Looking now,
I see chains now fastened to skin,
New normals of ill compensation.
Grief that forms the setting of each day,
Daily death tolls alike to weather.
Only when
We are free of this eerie foe, shall
Normal be fit again to reside.
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 10/07/2020
Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real true fact,and that is true and perfectly exact!That was a terrible act! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"? Who would do that? We who care must leave no stone unturned!"Justice is not always exact,but "Justice does ,and can see the real facts! Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"?Who would put their mother,father,sister,brother,grand daddy,grand mother,girl friend,boy friend in "Harms Way"? We who care must not leave any stone unturned.The Lord God Almighty sits on the Throne,and never leaves any stone unturned for any as we all will face him on the day of judgement for the good and the evil that we have done in this life. God leaves no stone unturned! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way" of "The Police"on that terrible day for "Democracy"and The U.S.A.and for Liberty and Justice for us all? "The Police"came and they did cause ""Unjustifiable Harm"!"Justice must act to "Justify" itself or "Justice makes itself unjust"!Once all the stones have been turned then "Justice can be served to all of those who unjustly acted,and to those who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"!Do they still give "The Electric Chair" in "The Great State of Kentucky"for "Unjustifiable Homocide"?Justice is always tendered with mercy in order for Justice to be Just"Motion To Indite by "The Grand Jury of "The Police and "The Boyfriend".Police=Self Defense with unjustifiable Homocide "Boyfriend=The first shot from a gun fired out of "fear". When the boyfriend fired the first shot he enabled "reckless endangerment and unjustifiable homocide .Rectless indangerment is "Being put in "Harms Way"!!!! Who really fired the first shot? Jistice can be served by finding out who fired the first shot to cause "Harms Way" to come into existance!!!Unjustifiable Homocide requires "Justice" to "ACT" ,no matter who fired the first shot so that "Justice Itself" can "Crush,Plow Over,and "Pulverize "Evil Flesh,Evil Spirits,Evil Minds,Evil Bodies,and Evil Souls.Will "The Grand Jury" "Act" to see all of "The Facts"? The "Motion is in Place"!!!!
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
Hell is empty because all the devils are here on earth,
and he's happy because we never asked enough,
never saw enough, never heard enough.
Couldn't decide if he or his people were worse,
and it worked for him in the end it ing worked.
Was it the night the eagles fell to the dirt?
Nations falling apart, leave no stone unturned.
With the hundred thousand files the citizens searched,
with black long lines he rose from the dead,
others saying the things he left unsaid-
like the hundred thousand apologies,
and hundred thousand wasn't me[s]
with millions of tear filled eyes,
and billions of brainwashed minds.
While we never seek justice,
and one day this story dies,
until your children don't return from school,
until you realize your father is cruel.
Your voice will gain a voice,
Your steps will make a path,
make better political choice
and their crimes will burn to ash.
But they never will and long live the horror,
faced by the mute children in the corner,
their eyes blood red from the sadistic torture.
However focusing on what truly matters
while their tears fall and catch on fire ,
No Wait, we are all in this together ,
fighting battles for each other forever,
except you were never there in the mansion,
committing the evil sin of having hope and passion.
Oh God help us if you still have faith,
reverse and remove the root of our mistakes,
like giving us the idea of happiness and morality,
take it away the world or the tragedy.
For i don't want it if some get all,
and i don't wanna see my people fall,
and i don't want it at the cost of war,
and i don't want to see pictures of children on the floor,
and i don't know what else to ignore,
and i don't know who to trust anymore,
but when these demons reach the hell's door,
God will slam it and lock it down before,
escaping into a new world away from them,
probably because he has children better than humans to protect.
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022
Born into the family of seven
Handed over the last born baton
By the other descendants of the
Pa Noah “Mekolani Olajide’s” fame.
Her sojourn in life starts from
The far down “Sora”,
Sora to “Odo Alafia”
“Odo Alafia” to the West of “Oraborode”
“Oraborode” of “Odojomu”
“Odojomu” of “Ondo town.”
She shone like a million star in all.
“Ariyayosi” grew up eating the fear
Of the Lord as Breakfast.
Brave and Intelligent “Yemi Mekolani” alias
“Mama Ondo” leaves no stone unturned as
She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork
And cleaningness as Launch.
As charismatic and erudite “Pa Noah Olajide”
“Baistically” prepares “Aribabagbojule” Dinner
Meant to cushion the effect of
Ups and downs of life
All these in the Biblical Ark of Noah
Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house.
No wonder the other kinsmen
I mean the six others of the Olajide
Strong Spiritual Siji
Innocent Innovative Iyabo
Fearless Fascinating Fisayo
Lanky Lively Lanre
Lenient Lawful Luwale
And of course
Faithful Famous Funmi ,
Gave her all the needed love to
Make her shone like a million star.
Aunty Rose went through the rigous of
Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed
Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace
Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde
Martino, a loving and understanding husband
Has all it takes to thank God for giving him
A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour.
The emergence of Sade Innocent,
Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University
Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture.
The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby
That signaled Sade’s entrance was
Not enough to distract her focus.
Similola shone like a million star
Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo
And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage.
For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid
Sade at the back of the stage.
As a Sister, she is a rare gem
As a Wife, she is rare breed
As a Friend, she is a rare specie
As a Confidant, she is a rare seed
As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll
As a Mother, she is a rare plant.
Alayande Stephen .T
August 10th,2005
7.30am
Packaged for my Aunty’s Birthday in London
Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the
Colloquial usage in the poem.
You are challenging to keep up with
Mr. Stone,
Yep??
Was it difficult to lose weight
Since your rolling stone success?
Yep?
Since you came rock bottom in the skimming
Are you feeling bolder in the skipping?
Yep
Does winning mean leaving no stone unturned?
Yep?
Is the public in awe of your success?
Yep
Are you down to earth?
Do you use mineral supplements?
Yep, yep,
Are you petrified?
Are you still friends with paper?
Scissors?
May I call you Skip?
You rock!
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.