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The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson
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Who lives fully? Oh, such a sight to foresee!
A life so valuable, so graceful, and so carefree
With every passing day, raw insights mold.
A quilt of tales, a life worth relating to gold
In such an enormous and chaotic universe.
A tremendous grace symphony, a karmic verse
Unspoken dancing with exquisite footwork
Heart and intellect are enthralling for the network.
In this ethereal universe, grace rules supreme.
Witness the riotous swirl of an opulent dream.
Akin to a swan in still waters, it glides with ease.
Through every swirl and turn, it aims to please.
In this refined world of demeanor and charm,
Where cuteness finds its place, in a grace arm
From inept souls to those with aesthetic eyes,
Let us witness the antelope's lithe sighs.
With gentle gestures and a voice serene.
A language of grace that's seldom seen
Their eyes orate volumes with every glance.
A silent communication, a cosmic dance
With gazelle feats, their steps lilting
In refined motion, willowy and beguiling.
No cumbersome stumble, no swallow of pride,
Fluent and slender, glide with a sylph stride.
Consort kindness, from sullen to refined,
Irreligious views, swapped by goodwill, bind.
In this world of amnesty and dower grace,
Blest with piety, they effortlessly embrace
In the intricacies of every choreographed zest,
Imbue the essence of what it means to nest,
Kindness and pristine passion can transcend
All quests and discordances are keen to mend.
A stance of graceful behavior, a testament,
Might love and respect, and how are meant?
To steer us through life with dignity and grace,
To induct a realm where clear heed bears place.
So what
to say today
What words will drift
my way
Try to get death
to see that its senseless
or orate the tale
of a grain of dust
discuss what would Freddy
do to mason
the charming snake
amongst the cat of Cheshire
Touch a page in space
And erase
every trace
of every thought
that came before
Opportunity beheaded by an exit door
Turn back he bellows
from below
But its no use
This head willl not turn
and threw my fist into the sun
Well that was different
just give me a sec
Im talking to my self
Where did that come from i ask
Wasnt me i say
Sorry for the interruption
Let me leave you with this thought
I dont think outside the box
i think the box was never there
Oh death,
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives next door
Every witching hour,
I observe your lifeless victims
From my tiny window,
Where I plead my own case
As they ferret one unfortunate soul case after another
To the church yard
No one knows who is next
Or what hour you will cold-cock
Even the most vicious witch,
Witch doctors are impotent
When you register for them
Your confederate earth and earth worm
Know not to pique you
For fear of famishing
The day a coffin maker
Swears at you,
He goes home without a bounty
Doctors who snooze with cadavers
Shudder ceaselessly when you sneeze
A morgue attendant
Would rather have his eyes plucked out
Than peep through the window of a morgue;
For angst of what lays in wait...
What the peeper has spied
The maw cannot orate
An obdurate hover,
Knows not to stalk
A soul case into it's crypt
For death angst
I have hailed you Ozoemena
And christened my folks Onwubiko
That has not pacified you
You have only lent a deaf ear
To my feverish entreaties
Tonight,
I shall restrain all sacrifices to you
And your allies
I have heard of a sure-fire Ace
Who once bequeathed you
An undying pin-fall
Before you skedaddled from Hades
And commenced afflicting everyone
The poor and rich
Are at your mercy
My folks and I
Shall seek solace in the sure-fire Ace
Oh!
I see your guttural laugh dissipating!
Because you know
He is coming to judge
The living and the dead
Death, concoct yourself
You will not be passed over
Your internment is at hand
As our people ventilate: death dey smell
You have caused enough pain, sorrow and suffering
To our people
When the master descends on you,
You shall get an overdose
Of your own pills
Death,
You are already ugly;
You are going to look
Even uglier six feet under!
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful dream
As I let go and relax
From this world for a while
Let me remember to remember
That pondering place
After the slumber takes hold
There’s still life within that inner space
Full of wonders where only dreamers behold
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful of dreams
While I lie and regenerate
Lay low and masterfully debate
Is it time now to let loose the mystic to orate
Singing dream songs in my sleep
Streaming live from the Deep
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful dream
Ah, to love again, rekindle lustless flame
too long allowed to fade in embered chill
renew within my heart forever's name
empty the space that only she can fill.
Oh, heart, how long the cold has had its way
smothering the warmth of touch or sight
imprisoning in endless gateless gray
love's gentle breeze adrift upon the night.
Must I, in solitude, accept this fate
resign myself to acquiescent fear
or rise and in my solitude orate
in whispered penitence into her ear.
Oh, love, would you embolden me once more
imbue me with the fervor of thy flame
admit that she's the one I so adore
and whisper to myself my lover's name.
1/25/2021
Green and blue and yellow
radiates around my shell.
Cool warmth radiates from my skin.
Goodness and gentleness and kindness
orate from the tubes.
All is calm and well
yet within is indifference.
Evil me contained inside, why?
Once temptation now torturous desire.
The perennials of the sound garden wither,
while the annuals unwantingly thrive.
Even the evergreens of new cannot
overcome those well aged.
The conscious playground beckons
for the grown children to return.
Inside Henry and Mary still heard,
"come play and visit"
Need a garden strong with perennials.
Need to have Henry leave the playground.
Yellow and green must penetrate me.
Evil me seals my gut.
Evil wrapped with love
Is it in all?
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