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Yes, I remember the day very well,
I left my cave in Cumaea for the palace of Palatine,
the sun was sullen behind a veil of volcanic cloud,
Tarquin, the final king of the Etruscan Romans
was handsome under his crown,
his eyes were lapis lazuli blue, his beard copper gold,
he was patient with a haughty grin,
I was received in the courtyard of the Temple Mars,
the fluted columns were tall as ancient timbers
and the sky was at war with the land,
even then my beauty was robust
I had the contours of Love's funerary vase
my face was fair as unblemished polished marble
my body smelled of exotic spice,
I came before the king
with business on my breath,
I was proffering my books of prophecy
like a witch who wastes no wonder
in the selling of spells to those suspicious of good and evil,
randomly, as fate can seem to be,
I picked and plucked verses
like wild irises and roses
hoping to enchant Tarquin's tastes
for that which may or may not be,
and although allured by the future on my lips
he scoffed at the price I persisted,
and each time he dared scoff
I threw another album on the fire,
as the ashes of my prophecy
flew quick and quiet all about
I deigned to read one more
which his heart could not refuse
to which he paid me the original price
before two thirds had burned,
For he who wears the inheritance of thorns
the keys of God he holds in palms...
J.A.B.
Senators come home
For what you have acquired
seventy percent is ours
Come home!
From where you are dogmatic followers
Come home!
For we can't vote you again
Come home!
From where truths are bitters
Senators! Come home
For we tired of kleptomaniac representatives
Come home!
For money is thy lord in that chamber
Come home! From where thee drag thy selfish interest
Come home! For what thee loot are enough
Come home! Stop using our treasure
To build thy palace and mansion
Come home! We want a better nation
Come home! We, thee and thy children are equal
Withdraw thy children from that Oxford and Harvard
Let them be in class with many of us..
©® 26/9/2017. Abdul-Wakeel Abdur-Rasheed Junaid
Form:
Sanjay Karmakar
Hey hey! let's give fire to the palace, villas
hold the gunpowder to set to burn down the house, rouse
who are poor slum houses to keep hot, sought
to keep them warmth in winter, in dance & songs
yes we should set on the principle
hot.
Today let's we destroy their supremacy
overwhelmed in such a furor
destroy their palace down to dust; in way to set up equality
to sing the song of freedom in this morn
and to pass them towards extinction
we are the carrier of the bravery and the valor better
we must step on it today, we are arrogant
we will sing that song of humanity
if we have to pay our life too, no matter
The birds will sing in a sweet voice, peace will come to the nest.
hey pay attention, today we will kill the evil
come on to destroy the acts of evils in the country,
come on in a dress of an army
come on to sing the sweet melody, come on, come on.
Set the fire, set set set, come on be fierce to set the fire
come on united to destroy these flowers
those which, gives off its fragrance in the vapor of poison
and spreading the bad lesson
let's we done destroy these today,
come on.
Let's sing that song of peace filled with love
Joy Bangla in a loud voice, in this dawn
to make gold our nation.
I laid upon the grass one day
And dreamed of places far away
Of palace gates and carpet rides
Of dragon scales and moonbeam slides
Where butterflies were spun of gold
And Unicorns with fairies told
The tales of selkies and magic wands
Where rainbows dipped to drink from ponds
I rode the clouds amongst the trees
Catching rides on wings of bee's
I danced a jig in clovers four
With elves and sprites from times of yore
I followed bunnies to their dens
Chased fireflies to earth again
To proudly stand on hollow ground
Where knights in armor once abound
Then back to sky I flew on leaves
That carried songs upon my sleeves
Back to the field where I reposed
To end my dream as daylight closed
Once I was wandering in my backyard to scan the previously latent place,
The ongoing search was for a rare herb blessed with divine grace.
My senses compelled me to go each step forward in slow but steady pace,
That place was so silent and latent that something unknown was creeping in solace.
A Sudden break of silence with hissing sounds grips the entire space,
Oh! An elegant black cobra fighting with a clever cat in the nature's palace.
Looked like a routine work to be performed by two super flexy guys without suffering,
The situation is evenly poised where no one is voluntarily retreating.
The snake stood tall and dare to look into the fiery eyes of the stranger and clever cat.
The valiant cat with quick reflexes carefully dodges the poisonous with tit for tat.
I reacted and disrupted this endless dwell as my delicate herb was suffocating,
Finally both the agressive creatures left the place with a deep and divine briefing.
Be precious my man by doing good to all
My name is nothing and his name is too
My palace and his hut will go in to deep
His wife and my son will become old
They will die and be buried on a day
In between what for all these
We are the end of the globe
The skies and seas are immortal as our poverty and death
My face and his hair will be shrunk
As air less balloon at our end
Mountains will be a pit and pits will raise as peak
Waste will go to the peak and a
Precious will be in a bin
Though they were at peak and bin
Waste is waste and precious is precious
Be precious my man by doing good to all
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who appears wimpish;
But your back is stronger
And harder than Olumo rock,
And the great walls of China;
Citadel of wits and tricks
Who staggers like a Kampf panzer,
Through thick and thin,
Rough and tough terrains unscathed
You who have no foundation,
But, your house is sturdier
Than Buckingham palace,
I salute you
You,
Whose legs are short
But covers miles without refueling...
You, who stump, trump, trample,
Hustle and bustle
Where the high and mighty
Fear to thread
I salute you
The day a swart of hungry crocodiles
Stumble on you,
Their knife-like fangs become obsolete
When a swarm of starving lions encounter you,
They go home angry and hungry
A black, insidious mamba
Retreats and recoil
When it confronts you
The day a stray elephant
Steps on you,
It looses balance
The panzer who cannot fire a cannon
But repels a thousand loose cannons
With it's impregnable back,
I salute you
Citadel of wisdom, wits and tricks
Whom our sacred African oracles rely on,
I salute you!
I gazed at your beauty and your hair cascading,
You glanced at me- O, he is handsome, this man;
Your sensuous lips so tempting, captivating,
I laughed and it was a deep rumbling laugher.
And this was the beginning of our love affair,
Your family would not approve of this pairing;
On a ship leading you to a life of despair,
So we met in secret, making love and talking.
As the ship entered port you slipped me your address,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
We have been corresponding, our words a caress,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
I will never forget our gifted nights of bliss,
So a secret journey I have planned- a voyage;
You love me with true love and I long for your kiss,
And I will beseech for your hand in marriage.
Last week I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly;
This time away, from your touch became harder,
O the torture of distance, what of destiny.
Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice,
Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor;
Summer, your sweet roses covered our palace,
This time away, from your touch became harder.
I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean,
Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour;
I begged then for distance erasing potion,
I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower.
The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face,
Informing me the dire depts that you found this clutch;
I reminded you, no distance could our love erase,
Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch.
Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter,
Now, board a ship that will take me to my true love;
Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better,
Never my loving touch shall you be deprived of.
_____________________________
December 5, 2015
Tail-Rhyme
Co-write with Broken Wings and Robert Lindley
From the Soil to the Sky
?Every rise begins upon the floor,
Where shadows rest and heavy spirits lie.
No ancient oak has ever reached for more
By falling downward from a hollow sky.
?It starts within the dark, the quiet deep,
Where tender roots begin their patient toil.
While all the world above is fast asleep,
The strength is gathered from the humble soil.
?Oh, weary heart, your palace shall be tall,
A kingdom built where once you felt the dust.
Your throne is waiting past this garden wall,
Forged in the fire of an ancient trust.
?So do not weep for pains that pass like rain,
Or count the seconds of this bitter cry;
For every scar and every moment’s pain
Will lift you to the summit of the sky.
My home is my castle
That’s where I live
From the outside, it’s small
But on the inside, it’s big
When I shut my front door
It’s private and sweet
My home is my castle
My beautiful retreat
It’s attractively furnished
And lavished with gifts
Decorated for a king
These are my digs
My home is my castle
It’s where I reside
A beautiful fortress
And that’s where I hide
My home is my castle
Got a roof over my head
I pay the bills
And I make the bread
It’s a lovely abode
This apartment of mine
My little habitat
Where I like to confide
It’s a sparkling palace
So, I’ll do as I dare
I’ll make the changes
With colour and flare
My home is my castle
I don’t hear a sound
It’s peaceful and quiet
When no one’s around
My home is my castle
My present address
A delightful property
Where I find good rest
I have a welcome rug
By the front door
Please wipe your feet
Come in, shut the door
© Copyright KC. Leake
30th December 2014
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