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Upon our (yours truly and his missus) exchanging holy matrimony vows
Ultrasound allowed, enabled
and provided obstetrician to zoom,
image courtesy sonogram
showing fledgling fetus,
thus we pledged our troth after spouses' womb
(approximately halfway
between her pregnancy) did balloon
uterus, wherein conception
delineated birth of eldest daughter, and many a tomb
morrow later she resides in Oakland, California.
I attempt reasonable rhyme about...
oh happy yesteryear
when newly minted groom (me) wed bride
family in attendance cried
as Justice of Peace officiated as legal guide
extolling pregnancy of she who could not hide
figurative bun in the oven which matured inside
after two gametes fused and multiplied
countless times quickly birthing embryo
baby on the way nullified
application of premarital sex
and attendant use of contraceptives.
Clear out of the blue
thee wife asked me
opinion if wedded bliss between us
ha, how heretical to think otherwise
since romance long since flew
out the figurative window
impossible mission to feign significant other
analogous to brand new
alluring, beguiling, captivating... tchotchke.
All kibitizing aside, a requited love with zeal
I attest invisible spokes support unseen wheel
when turning sparking genuine care and concern
act as buffer against emotional hemorrhage
and received good housekeeping approval seal
more applicable to most recent
elapsed wedding day anniversaries
ex post facto after both daughters flew the coop
finding me reeling with empty nest syndrome,
whenever yours truly reviews mental newsreel,
now absence of offspring, akin
to psychological wound I did heal
no longer mourning natural course
of begetting progeny more readily
accepting their necessary autonomy doth appeal.
Though marriage devoid of physical intimacy wife
get along swimmingly, we exhibit less strife
than days of yore effulgence promulgated
to all readers unbeknownst to human life
form characterized by bloke,
whose words appeared across screen
exemplifying, embodying, and edifying
regarding beloved simian counterpart
bandying playfully sometimes
drubbing and drumming my body
while she (commandeering
certain orifices of her body) emulates sounds of fife.
ECHOES OF FEAR
Dreams of greatness awakens you
waking up from the old wooden chair
seeing a future, brighter than light
present situations bring you to a reality
a reality that discourages your ability
present conditions that undermines your will
questioning your strength in despair
Thoughts of greatness in bondage of fear
fear that suppresses a lion to a deer
the greatest failure of courage and bravery
null frightment of virtual uncertainty
this fearsome reality,
that puts your back against the wall
that unbuckles your shoes against the race
that cuts your wings against the flight
that weighs you down against the leap of might
Discouraging voices in their ears
whispering sounds in the wind
rusty leaves on uneven paths
all sending messages of fear
repeatedly there's a voice in the wind
strange voices worthy of silence
to prevent the coming pestilence
and eliminate anger and voilence
fearful words like poisonous seeds
being implanted in their insecure minds
creating enmity with fruitful prosperity
Just when will they realise,
the impending danger of fear
that creates a mentality of obscurity
that causes the fall of a great man
that turns the back of a great warrior,
against the tragic warfront.
O, what a man of fear like Job
the imminent fear of the unknown
creeping in destructively like a silent serpent
destroying all it came in contact with,
destroying silently in a loud way.
what impact does fear have?
if nullified by well secured minds
secured in wisdom of the word of God and power
only if man can just see the impending danger of fear,
that acts as a trap to catch the soaring eagle
creating temptations and unwise decisions
wrong thoughts on right realities
bad impressions on wicked minds
awaken!! man of war....become fearless to the battle
fear kills the self esteem of the great man
which makes him see a mere mortal continually
creating impossibility in strong possibilities
eliminating courage and bravery
finally, as it should always be
when the mighty giant in man is awaken
by the word of God,
he sees his impossibilities possible.
his strengths regained all over again
like he never fell to the damned pit of fear.
Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
THE THOUGHT
That realization,
Oh! That feeling,
In that moment I felt nothing like me,
Never had I thought in silence for once
About my heart,
Like a saint I sat,
Leaning on the wall,
Legs crossed and the cold wind blowing against my hair,
Peaceful it was… quiet and peaceful in my mind.
I nullified all the sound outside and,
For a moment took a breather,
Thoughts of the future,
Thoughts of the past and a few from the present are rushing in,
A little scared of who would chide me for sitting idle like this,
But my body fails me and does not let me stand.
I stay still and blow ahead with the thoughts in my head
Waiting for none time runs,
But I was stuck in that moment forgetting the fact,
Then a thought rushed into my head,
“What was my purpose on earth?” it said.
“What do I have in me? What more can I discover?
What more is there to me? What more……” and
It kept ringing more more in my head.
Then the ray of sun shone to my side,
From the window right above my head,
It was a ray from god,
A ray of enlightenment to remind me,
That there is a soul in my heart,
My muscular was made to protect the soul,
To protect the fragile heart, my bones were made,
And for beauty, what remains of me
My eyes, nose, ears, skin and all those others that I bear,
Nothing more than a shell was my body,
And only with the purpose to protect the soul.
More questions arise, and the wind blows again,
I forget the fact that I was to think all of that,
And smiled a little for I was convinced that,
There would be more, more to know, more to discover, more questions and more answers.
But now is not the time for all of that,
Let’s spare the thoughts for later and
Get back to work again.
Poem By Manthra
That short 'insignificant' sex act.
Short in duration.
Pleasurable in the present,
Yet a harbinger of blackmail, heartbreak and marital problems to the future.
That 'short' sentence spoken without restraints.
Minimal in lexical terms.
Seemingly harmless in the present.
Yet, it takes root in the mind of others.
Thus paving way for self destructive thoughts in the future.
That 'little lie' spoken to avoid the present troubles.
How little it seems.
Yet it grows.
Like a onion,
Layer by layer.
Like the cold war,
Stockpiling mass destruction for the future.
That unchecked secret habit.
Not dubbed a sin by some circles.
Thus enjoyed without restraints and seeking for help.
Preparing a pathway to obsession,
And it's attendant horde of destructive thoughts .
The dark shadowy history box is its name.
For it conceals those 'discarded actions' we think are long buried
Alas!!
Like a genie lamp,
It keeps following.
Stalking and lurking in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect moment to appear in our future.
Waiting to be opened by our future partners and business contacts.
Waiting to unveil that 'dark patch of our lives.
Waiting to mess up everything we labored for.
I weep.
For my box is not empty.
And my dark patch not clean.
Yet i run to Jesus.
Tears in my eyes.
Praying His grace buries that box permanently and make my path straight.
I know He will heed my prayers.
Even though that box will show up later,
It's devastating effects would have been nullified by the saving power of His grace.
Beloved, every action we take has an effect on the future so let us endavour to watch our every action.
#BASHORUN
There are intervals in life… like celebrating dinner with our niece
that are wonderfully sublime…
Times when I am overwhelmed by the duality of time
For instance wasn’t it just the other day…into this world our niece arrived?
If that’s the case…
how can this beautiful and talented young woman across form us…now be 25?
And how time which is always moving forward…and always moving fast
will sometimes slow down for us on our trip to the future from the past.
Which leads to another time perception I have never truly comprehended…
how during dinner with our niece…did time slow down…it’s as if it was suspended?
Except for a musician in the corner of the restaurant…whose music filled the air…
Deborah, Natalie, and I were the only people there.
We visited for a couple hours…talking about life and love and family
but it wasn’t until we prepared to leave I was struck by times duality.
It’s as if in our two hours together…times was nullified…
I hadn’t heard one song from the musician…
and now…the restaurant was fully occupied!
I wonder if time understands how we live in moments…
and being that she is compassionate…as well as wiser and much stronger…
she allows some of these moment in our life…to last a little longer…
Moments like with our niece Natalie (with family and friends)
knowing…since she is time…she’ll catch up in the end.
I’m okay with time moving forward…never visiting the same moment again
as long as in some moments she takes a moment…every now and then
and allows herself and the rest of the world to fade into the background…to recede….
and…like she did in a restaurant with our niece…
she slows down…to give us all the time we need.
Rampage marching through the streets;
Crunching of infestation beneath bare feet.
Have you ever smelled true fear?
Mellowing heartbeats, trying to persevere;
Desperately quieting incorrigible tears.
Perhaps somewhere on a television set,
Or in a newspaper you gently fold back:
You might glimpse at how terror appears,
But have you seen the subtle heaves
As a child grapples to breathe?
Or perhaps, what his Mother perceives,
While hugging a wall, hearing her husband’s pleas:
Begging mercy for a crime he wouldn’t entreat,
Sobbing fearfully as they hobble his feet.
Screams falter to silence – left incomplete.
Can you taste the ramparts of ruin?
Or the echo left trailing doom?
All is quieted but there’s nothing left to hold on to,
None but the hope silently held tight
Inside the confines of a young child’s mind.
How can this not be worth the fight?
Fortune has granted you selective sight,
You think you’ve seen all that horror provides.
And all who we are and seek to become,
Is nullified and worthless in leaving the battle behind.
Long before the attack on our side,
Prevailed decades of horror, bodies heaped on high,
Destruction peers from every eye.
Mothers, in each other, seek final confide:
Souls relieved, but the remains tell no lies.
And here we stand in the land
That sacrifice has set free,
Saying the loss of one of “we”,
Though freely chosen for aid to woe
Is too burdensome for us to behold.
So when you fall asleep tonight,
Thank the layers of soil bloodied between both tides,
Covered by time but still singing the battle cry,
That the liberties you gladly receive
Hold no stipulate to give another the relief you call “right”!
Form:
"Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." Psalm 106:1 of the King James Bible*
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
oh, gloomy tidings --- verily heart breaking news
I was confronted with, more than a decade ago
announced by a pediatrician neurologist.
“… Retrogression…”
every day, I kept defying said medical prophecy
not that I was in denial of our special child’s condition
but was anxious his infantile spasm epilepsy would be fatal.
“… Toward retrogression…”
such reverberated, intensifying my angst
every time I beheld his restlessness
propelling his fatigue before going to sleep.
“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God surmounted my motherly qualms.
“… Will progress toward retrogression…”
nonetheless, the Lord with His miraculous mercy and might
worked along our loving nurture midst supplication-filled care
in the orphanage that serves as his home and family.
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
that was then (2010); and so saddening
since the doctor whose assertion is now being nullified, died (in 2018)---
could not behold and rejoice for our child’s development.
Today, our son is showing remarkable progress
marked with gratefulness, peace, and joy
while in sign language he prays and worships---
---expressing that the Almighty is good*.
February 6, 2021
3rd place, "A Meaningful Poem" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/26/2021.
Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl nor dog’s bark.
Decent in manners, humble and modest in being,
Efficacious in thinking, alert and vigilant in seeing,
Adhesive to the mission, incarnated embodied truth,
Zeal and zest packed rider on the steed galloping.
An aspiring figure, to the secured harbour he rowed
Majestically steering the lobbing ship, never bowed,
Malicious he was to none but clang to the just cause,
Undaunted he was and accomplished what he vowed.
Harmonious and integral he was in saying and deed,
Adroit and perfect guide he was in faith and creed,
Manly, steadfast, sagacious he was in his dealings,
Meticulous model he was on the hazy road to lead.
Adept he was who outwitted rivals with great skills,
Dignified who led safely through mounds and hills,
Admonished he the nation about the hidden traps,
Laudable whom pay homage, respect rivers and rills.
Incorruptible, whom from the hearts we all adore,
Jeopardizing his comforts, he brought us all ashore,
Indulgent, who never beguiled the trusting people,
Nullified he the opponents who succeeded no more.
Navigated, ransacked he the seas at an early age,
Apostle of faith, truth who broke the confining cage,
Humane, humble he was yet he won the homeland,
Muhammad Ali Jinnah written on history’s each page.
‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch
“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified
“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....