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A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight
exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by dim backlight,
now conviction hammered home startdate
coffin unwittingly nailed airtight
death of spontaneous bright
eyed bushy tailed
spunkiness extinguished
gored me lifeless,
asper bloodless bullfight
all entrails left intact,
and no obvious insight
fledgling, negligible, tentative...
flickering soon snuffed out light
describing nascent ability to delight
no longer extant within my
then young featherlight
undersized physical height
complemented with familiarity of shyness,
no recall red flagged
a lad in capable to smite
an unmanageable all consuming debacle
in retrospect unable
to coax forthright
severe retrogression, retribution, retraction...
unleashed nefarious sprite
occasioned when father and mother
aloft in their prime topflight
ages buying dreamhouse did excite
unaware psychological convulsions
would forever roil sole son
darkened to midnight
impetus to live defeated
with abandoned might
nonverbal communication,
would soon reveal, how expert playwright
stymied to comprehend
tote toll impact, and mortality craved,
nee stole perky me overnight
linkedin to poorly acclimating
moving away from familiar digs right
into the waiting maws of shipwreck
forever stranded, where no searchlight
rescued malicious conjurer's wicked sleight
of hand prestidigitation rocketing me
into infinitely far orbital spaceflight
an untethered ball of skintight
grateful dead lovely bones.
As the sun melts away and the shadows advance,
I sink into a chair; gaze at the dying light.
I should think 40% would do just fine, there's a chance,
of sinking in swiftly to sleep so white-
soft noise to drown the cries of all men,
and the pain of the chase for occasioned success,
and the knowledge that I shall soon be up again,
to live for what reason? I couldn't care less.
Let me dream, please let me dream!
Let me walk in the land out of thought, out of sight ...
There's a curse we must bear, yet no one can scream,
when faced with dark foes wielding swords black as night
that slash the flesh and pierce the heart of me.
The blade they bear: responsibility.
30 October 2018
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices of today,
Are the sowed seeds and hope of tomorrow's bountiful harvest;
That the pain and suffering invested in today,
Will spring forth the Sunny days of the future?
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices borne out of the rejections
Tribulations, trepidations of today,
May well be the trajectory and springboards
Of opportunities embedded in life's journey?
Why can't you see.......
That the disappointments of life
Are sometimes the tonic needed to catapult you
To the lofty heights of your dreams.....?
Why can't you see.......
That tomorrow is pregnant;
That every morning is a rebirth and a gift
To make the future better than your fortune today?
Why can't you see........
The beauty which lies within;
The fortunes and the treasures
Which decades of neglect and disbelief in your abilities has occasioned?
Why can't you see......?
A SPIRACLE LEAP
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing.
Round and round, Suzette tapped a snazzy dance.
Her smile sparkling, ears dangling with butterfly wings.
Curves on fire, tights and a bodysuit, tighten his trance.
Her sugar cane a la morse code, a hypnotic prop.
Brady’s heart making love, promising everything.
The wings of her bedpost become a silk backdrop.
Occasioned honeymoon, death claimed her wedding ring.
From here the City churches pierced the mist,
shrouding every living part inside his tortured chest,
clamoring to raise the dead, in rage, with tentacled fist.
Like a hammer to a crucifix’ nail, he pounds his breast.
The creak of her satin-lined coffin, pure and white,
speaks to his quietus soul — her shut eyes aware.
Suzette spoke in a spiracle leap, from the box, sans sight.
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
I love you who are here and near
And I love you who are there so far
Our dear Father has planned it this way
And now happily His we are, and always will be
The mere thought of you, my brother, my sister,
causes me to weep
Throughout history, our promises and treaties
have been hard to keep
We are still separated by valleys and pits so deep
But we must stay in the race as we walk, run, and leap
And we must continue to climb the hills and mountains so steep
Though sometimes we are lost, tired, and weak
There is still time to find the peace we seek
One God, one face, is all that I see
Divided and disconnected is no way to be
Let’s find a way to reconnect and live free
There’s a mirror revealing love to be the key
In his image are you and me
This poem was written more than 12 years ago. It was occasioned by the feeling I experienced after meeting a person from another country and different cultural background. I felt a kindred spirit which gave birth to this poem.
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Carmel by the Sea
Three-quarter distance to the city
the rose bowl parade's held,
paying a friend another visit
as if the golden gate is not
um, not after umpteen years.
she does a lot of shopping
touchy-feely, whatchamacallit
reveals the wherewithal that
we're still friends
an artisans treasure
trove, this cubby-hole of
Clint Eastwood's hideaway
from the city of the stars
to the city by the bay
an assortment of
artisan works sprawled out
crafted pieces tiny and
large all over the store
some chimerical or
a closer look or, white
elephants and then those
"I'll take it, how much!"
'twas, a closer look that
nabbed us of a Cedar Point
thingamajig, 'twas a metallic
tree attached to a rock
she picked the one on top
of this here tiered glass shelf
'tis the makeup of the store
with signs, "Do not touch and
do not hold, once you break
it, we mark it sold!"
while holding the metallic tree,
it separated from the rock,
which crashed through the top
tiered glass shelf center,
creating a v-shaped of the tiered
glass shelves beneath, causing
the entire display of all the metallic
trees and rocks crashing down
in front of her shoes as I stepped
back as an instantaneous response
that overwhelmed me.
a schoolmarm persona sorta
stood like posing for a photo
methinks she froze up, and while
standing bestilled, I cannot stop
myself from laughing, so I
paid the $400.
in 1980 prices, at least I didn't
walk home, 'twas years of a
point remembered till we parted,
and that occasioned me, the best
investment I ever made!
2022 January 18
*3rd Place*
Funny Memories
~~Natasha L Scragg: Judged 2022 January 28
Insanity was at its peak again
Humanity degraded. . . debased
Lives of fellow beings became toys
They massacred thousands
For the Holy war
They smouldered while laughing
Matchetes and cultlass were freely used
Heads roll on the street
Part of body littered major road, even in Major street6
They are fighting for Allah
Whose commandment is for all to love one another
Who are they then fighting for?
Are these men not really insane?
Insanity runs down their veins
Ignorance gush through their blood
Wickedness reigns in thier heart
Men that are not fit for our society
Must we wait again
For another display of insanity?
We must stop it now.
Alayande Stephen T.
12.32am
12/10/2008
An account of brutal massacre occasioned
By unbridled religion intolerance in
Kaduna State, Nigeria in 2002 during the aborted
Miss World Beauty Contest in Nigeria as
Narrated by an eye witness Latifat of UNILORIN.
when war approaches, miles away
it scuttles sideways like a crab
or creeps slowly, slowly and slowly
like a reptile,
with holocaust claws;
a quick eye sees,
a smart heart reads,
at distance.
war, as you may think,
is not the pandemonium
occasioned by the actions of noisy missiles,
nor the havoc wrought by Satan 2 explosion.
war is not the sporadic shootings
nor the rumbling grenades
that make the noble cities a desolation.
war is quiet!
war is when the noise has died down,
and the murky smoke disappears
from the sky
to settle in the mind;
and sundry sicknesses begin to creep
upon the earth.
war is when poor souls are left
to endure the wroth of a ferocious hunger;
when we remember our friends and lovers
but can never again see their faces.
then the soul wanders
in the nostalgic path of peacetime,
and we wish those cruel days never be.
war is the sight of miserable kids
separated from their parents
without a parting message.
war is the plight of women stripped naked
by the death of husbands and children,
and that of the promising kids turning waifs
amidst of desolations.
but we can win a war and lose nothing,
we can win a war without a gunshot,
if we avoid it early.
for those who start fire
are not burned by it.
those consumed by the flame
never want war.
must we let peace lead
and shun war.
must we let love rescue the earth
from the verge of extinction.
for when we fight in the war,
it's only our friends that we kill.
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.
I remember our first date
I did everything not to become late
I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
This was the first date, on my calendar of true love
Love like no other before, and I've had none like it there after
An angel so beautiful, taking steps so careful
And I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
She walked to me with a bright smile so divine
I was carried away, away above cloud nine
A million questions seemed answered
And all the doubts in me seemed cleared
She is the one, I concluded
As I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
We said so much without talking
Hand in hand we kept walking
Stealing glances at each other
And before too long, my heart was stolen
The beautiful bright eyes hang so humbly,
Occasioned by a contagious smile so sweet
I almost hit my foot on a tile, admiring her sweet lips
I listened to honey drip from her mouth,
Listening to her sweet words using my heart
To create an impression, an expression of love.
Again, I looked at her teary eyes and asked
' Why are you crying? '
In turn she asked me
' And why are you crying? '
To create an impression, an expression of love.
Because I found you,
Angels stay in heaven but I'm talking to one right now
This is heaven on earth because of you:
You bring meaning to my life
My true definition of love
You are worth more than the most beautiful of the roses
One in a million
You are the one my heart desires
The apple of my eye
You are my dream come true
The girl of my wildest dreams
I love you whole heart mind body and soul my queen
I answered without thinking to create an impression, an expression of love.
I felt tear drops on my chest, as we knelt down in a nest
An emotion so deep, brought a decision so divine
No more words to create our beautiful world
And begin the beginning of wonderful journey full of sweet memories
But an embrace was enough to create an impression, an expression of love.