Long Preside Poems
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As two, hearts dance the embrace of a fire,
plucking your heartstings as a lyre
Distrust, lies, eclipses love's satellite true- natal
loon, into a suicide hot air balloon ride!
Moves aside bend of light, chooses,
side, of a dark malignant side of moon !
In the twilight hour blues,
where passions softly stir,
emotions start to blur, turn sour,
painting pleasure in the night maw to devour two
In the depths of the night, a solitary light wound
casts a shadows upon the heart,
where darkness slowly seeps through
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desire,
a symphony of emotions that sets souls afire
Strings of anticipation strum
in rhythmic delight tuned to
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
Signs, who, hides moons of the truest kind!
O a tale apart
Moves side winds, breath of the dark arts,
to align into hearts maligned
arms folded in death to make with
as a stolen kiss ignites a flame,
like a symphony, our hearts fall prey to again
be betwixt in the game
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desires,
hollows,
a symphony of emotions that sets
souls adrift from the shallows
In passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide their gallows
from the ghouls that preside in it's marrow
In a tale ripped apart...
every 'plete of your heart
Strings of anticipation strum in
rhythmic delight tune
turns to the knife of sacrificial rite
In the twilight raimant so blue, where passions fly,
the jolly roger of motley fools,
selling the fine line
sailing the live mines
Embracing the darkness' essence,
a tale yet for reason
harmonies of ecstasy reaching
a breathtaking peak of reasoning
Oh, the cadence of desire, intoxicating and divine,
as crescendos rise and fall, our spirits intertwine
a symphony of emotions, wild and misconstrued,
leaving souls aflame, forever marked,
for death do you sever
apart partaking your
passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide to
desires lever toggle with every touch, new,
every sight of slight or bruise
Urban decay of a dream,
dream theater of a tragedy
playing looped scene
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
One night while stargazing, Dragon and I, got to see a falling star… descend.
I thought that would be great, so I told him he could make a wish on them…
But Dragon’s are really quite unique, and don’t always think, like you and me.
No, NOT at all! And you should believe, things began to unravel, immediately:
About to make that wish… He realized the moon descends every night.
And the sun descends, like the moon… every single day, at every Twilight.
Becoming horrified that so many wishes had gone by him, totally unused!
He decided to wish upon the star, that all past wishes, can now come, to be used.
There is logic here, I think, as Dragon hordes things; he’d do it with wishes, too.
When I tried to explain, that’s not how wishes work, they have to be rare and few.
With falling stars, it has to come from one, that came to ground, willing to share.
Now Dragon is a stubborn thing and decided, I wanted them all for myself, to snare.
He stomped his foot, as the 2 year old he is, crying he didn’t want to share not one.
So I patiently explained that there are bigger stars everywhere, bigger than our sun!
He was sure I’d done him wrong and had lied, after all, his eyes are very keen.
The bigger, the better, and our sun was the biggest thing, that he had ever seen!
It’s brightness has gobs of power, in fact, I’d said it powers all the Earth, he recalled.
So its wish couldn’t be small… he said it’s not nice, to not share, with him at all.
Now a tantrum was about to ensue, from our 2 year old who’d skipped his nap.
And don’t forget he’s a Dragon, too! It wasn’t a good idea to fall into this trap!
Some things are better to not go through. Why fight the battle, if you can stop the war?
In the end I took that wish… and wished I’d never took him on that wishful tour.
You know what? I did find that peace finally came back and did preside, in a wink.
As I got his blankie for his bed, and tucked him in so nice and neat, I paused to think.
Next year would be a better time, to view the meteor showers, after we both have…
A well-deserved nap. Don’t you think? When he’s a tad more grown up, I did add…
Besides my wishes, in the past, have served me well, as they brought him here to me.
And I ’d need one more wish this year, to help him when flying… to not hit the trees!
The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time
In swirling depths of thoughts refined, sorted, assorted, twine.
The junk drawer of my mind resides, to be found again.
A hope chest realm where memories find their place, in their proper chaotic order digest.
In fragments, scattered from venture, far and wide re deployed.
Like the land of forgotten toys, a painting of unfinished joy.
Junk drawer, lessons from God.
Mind processing synapse, synod.
Poetic lines of insightful mysteries
Unfinished thoughts. "-"
Why a kitten is so endearing.
Why a cat has its own chick as a plushy,
(it's very own rainbow Charizard, to squeeze obnoxiously, then capture the void, bon avengers within junk drawer, purr upon in wave of polar oid.)
Within this hidden, sacred space,
lies an Ark of sorrows and joys,
mysteries.
Dulcimer ABACUS, plucked with fervor
of background noise,
composes, comprises, compromises the melody life employs a place, not a junkyard,
but a station of honor and grace.
Cimbalom strikes, resonant and pure,
opens to unfold precious capture.
Drawer opend, creating ripples, echoes of the past, beckoning you back in naked allure.
Shattering the font of unfinished sound,
of a song of nostalgia cure.
Bardic STRING shows where you've been
and flashes like a CARD to bring you back
within its kingdom, labyrinthine idiom fragmenting
of lessoning vaguery.
A PUZZLE PIECE, intricate and profound.
Each memory a stroke upon life's canvas,
framed in rainbow, tornadic hope, victory,
touchdown.
Orchestrated by the filter of Time,
crafting back, story, poetry wondrously
open to assemble to my need.
As I delve into this harem,
emotions rise and fall like a symphony's tide,
cascade to the sea, mountain sides.
For the junk drawer of my mind possesses
a BAND that TIES.
The power to stir, position, place,
a fall into the hole to leave an imprint inside
upon the whole, preside of unveiling,
behold my wares, MISCELLANEOUS,
extemporaneously-
stare wondrously as it doesn't lie, as it lies there
about the truth of whose
belongings are shuffled nigh.
what is your opinion of your pastor? what about him would you say?
what is your opinion of the Lord's agent whom you hear every Sunday?
everybody has their own opinion and the right to express it out loud
we all have our own perception of which we are very proud
it's so easy to get the wrong opinion when you don't really know someone
to misinterpret them if you don't know where they're coming from
first impressions can be misleading and most often you will find
that once you got to know the person about them you might change your mind
yet many church congregations today need to spiritually comprehend
that God will sent a truly anointed pastor to them
and like the Twelve Disciples who came to finally understand
that their pastor Jesus Christ was the Son of Man
sent by Father God to deliver them from eternal damnation
sent by Father God as the Lamb who died for their salvation
sent by Father God to reestablish the laws and commands
that mankind had misinterpreted and did not quite understand
at first the Twelve Disciples opinion of Jesus was at best suspect
but after they got to know Him it changed to one of total respect
so what is your opinion of your pastor?
what do you think of your spiritual advisor?
what is your perception of that man who represents Jehovah Jireh?
you might not agree with everything he does
nor with everything that he says
but once you get to know him
you will see that the word of God he does convey
an anointed man of God a speaker of the Holy Word
get to know your pastor and don't believe everything about him that you've heard
for a true pastor will comfort you in times of trouble
he will guide and council you through all of your struggles
he will pray over you when you're lying on your sick bed
he will bless and anoint you with oils upon your forehead
he will give you a holy hug when all you need is just a friend
he will preside at your homegoing when your natural life comes to an end
and just like Jesus the Christ God is looking through his eyes
and no matter your situation on him you can rely
get to know your pastor learn of him and discover what he's all about
in order to address all your concerns and remove all your doubts
QUESTIONS OF BALANCE: A JEREMIAD
Why is it at 70 politicians are still underage
To assume political offices
And at 30 youths are overage to begin a professional career?
What divine strength hath a leader at 75
When a mandatory retirement awaits civil servants at 65?
Why should the government empowers the youths with $75 in 2 years
And expects them all to have own businesses
But civil servants who earn over $300 per month in 30 years
Are finding it difficult to own a garden or a store?
How is it our politicians could expend billions
To defect, campaign and give kickbacks
But would wait until the World Bank borrows them some millions
To provide a borewell drinking water?
How can they say the national treasury has collapsed to employment
Yet billions are looted and millions wasted on foreign fantasies?
Why should the achievement of our political endorsement
Be signed to MOUs as though we lack understanding?
Why should our lawmakers make laws that hound the masses
And not against their own chronic excesses and excuses?
Why should the wealthy politician vote a project for the poor
Assigned the execution of the project to himself and loot the funds?
Why do our lawmakers never make laws to free the masses
From poverty and political swindlers?
Why should the agency that fights corruption be corrupt?
Why should gluttons preside over the meager meals of the masses?
Why should the leader not serve today and the servant lead tomorrow?
Why should professional bandits be our bankers?
Why should 5% of public servants consume 60% of the nation’s wealth?
Why should a politician be a party leader, counsellor, chairman, governor, senator… still desperate to lead
And all behind his trails are poverty and anguish?
Why should a politician with obscene wealth hidden somewhere
Tell his people that their poverty and problem is Hausa, Igbo, Christian, Muslim, APC, PDP…?
And why is our nation over-laboured by multiplets of cultural, social
Political, religious questions awaiting caesarean responses?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind!
A patriarch, legend, family man,
A moral compass,
An arc of proprietary leadership
With octopus creeping advancements
Inducing pomiferous effects
Africa’s epitome of
Struggle against racial oppression
The Great Madabe :
An iconic glistering personality
Held the jugular of
Erstwhile oppressors spell-bound.
According to him :
‘Exhausted all peaceful means’
Spear-headed weapons of warfare
To tackle this gamut
Rivonia Trials :
Black face in White Court,
White Court in Black Country,
Black Country White Ruled,
A sizzling paradox.
An illustrious Amicus Curiae
Who ought to ensure
Right persons do not
Travail in Court
Travailed but prevailed.
In Prison :
Remained a dignifying character,
Bubbling with unending
Vigour and vitality
Though sequestered within
The prison’s iron-gates
The ideals he stood for
Could not be suppressed
With draconian laws,
Separatist illusions cum policies.
Prisoner of conscience
A.K.A. 46664 Robben Island
His heart for his people
Obviously exhibited by
Willing sacrifice of
His freedom for countless numbers.
A multifarious personality :
A former herdsboy,
Won the Almighty God’s Heart
In tendering the herd
He saw another King David
Mindful of His creation
Nkosi Dalibonga,
Elder Statesman,
World Ambassador,
Amicus Curiae,
Exemplary Leader,
Reconciler of his nation,
Negotiator of peaceful end to Segregation.
Papa Madabe,
Indeed had a heart
For the people
No wonder God
Emplaced him as
The Primus Black African
To preside over his Country.
The Last Journey :
Home going,
From Pretoria,
The Military C-130 Hercules Jet
Hurtled through the morning skies
Landed safely at Mthatha Airport,
Eastern Cape Province
Where this son of a Chief
Spent the happiest years
Of his childhood.
Last Parade :
Colour Party of White and Black faces
Previously unheard of
A resounding result of the Struggle,
Carry Matata Madabe’s remains
To the dark coloured hearse
Amidst full
Presidential Honours…
Adieu Great Madabe
You were a Great light
Now in the far beyond,
Good night for your passage
Has caused an irreparable
Generational chasm for
Years to come.
Facts beyond Illusion
The absence of who you are falls short of whom you could truly become.
The decline that leaves you slain without hope. Sliding down a slippery slope after slippery slope. Looking back at the years with no end in sight.
Where have all those years gone? The righteous ones, the heroines and heroes of truth. Now there seems to be this new norm running loose. Wrong is the new right and vice versa are those thoughts that wage war on our minds. Those thoughts that seem so hard to find. Our eyes do not deceive or betray us, but there is still no justice. The makeup that made you has started to crumble and fade, now you wonder if you have been laid to rest without a shred of dignity.
Falling to your feet, subdued by the sheer weight that bestows the question of, what it all means. There is no judge nor jury to preside over things that are true. It appears that the laws that are written have a certain vibe of bias when looking through the hourglass, but blinded by the sand in front. By the time the sands clears, one would think, now you can see the truth, but it disappears in plain sight. Ups and downs are these scales foreshadowing the twist and turns of this rollercoaster ride, where we all died inside. Puzzles are broken into multiple pieces, releasing the pain that is increasingly felt inward. Causing a downward spiral of drunkenness. Spinning in a circular motion of consternation. Chastised by man based on the premise of misinformation hesitation has caused an even bigger loss of life. Cutting like a knife, losing themselves in confusion, with no repercussion for the fallen. Just a percussion of lies from your mouth to our ears, tears with no guilt. Just laughter when it comes crumbling down. Frowns of disbelief sicken you from inside as the plot thickens, labeled you the black sheep. Displaying enough bravery to stand alone and atone for the ones that shall remain nameless. The cost was
too high as so many loves ones have died. Infinite lies that should lie in the belly of the beast. Just to hold on to that one moment of release to fight for freedom and peace.
Darius Howard
April 19th 2020
You have been living a double life masquerading with two wives; you have been living a double life with man and woman as your wife.
You have not expressed this in public but everyone can see it in your eyes and watch it trembling on your lips. They say that action speaks louder than words and you must always remember this anywhere you go. The ceiling is above your head, and the rocket will launch exactly from your bed.
This town is like a crown and the vibration can be felt all around, from the petrol station to the hardware shop you cannot resist the irony when you go out to shop. This is the best of television I have ever seen for everyone that is embracing this literary dream, it is amusing, it’s confusing but it is entertaining.
Go to the top of the roof and look all around you; everyone is going somewhere but they are not actually going anywhere. Look at their faces and read deep beneath the lines and you will see the age long sacrifice.
Their stories are buried beneath their tongue and the truth is burning their gums.
The big trucks are rolling down the road with goods pile up on top; they are carrying a heavy load, and they are going where destiny is bound. The cars are rolling slowly behind them and everything seemed to be on schedule, good planning and organizing will get you on track just in time to experience the new wonders that have embraced this town.
The demagogues are running around the town with a familiar argument that is out of touch with the general public and a venomous pitch that is dripping from their lips. The music is not quite in tune with the happening that will preside at noon. You have to search out the contrary strings and re-arrange the demagogues before they sing.
You have been living a double life and making me pay for all those sacrifice, clips on wings, buttons and belts and colorful flags hoisted in the air ushering a passionate atmosphere far and near.
It is stirring up the heat and disrupting my heart beat, but it keeps my emotional friend in tune. I have fought hard and long to maintain my song, the cup is full but I must keep riding on.
John Howard,
No GST ever, if you vote me for Prime Minister
Remove tax from petrol
Change the word tax to levy and increase the levy to 48%
John Faye,
The average Australian should not be able
To afford a car or a house
John Howard,
Child overboard
Oh no, my advisers got it wrong
But it got Little Johnny voted back in
Just so he could outsource
The Australian job market
Make the Rich, filthy Rich
Remove middle class
And the Poor, become Poorer
Kevin 07
Apologizes to Australia's Indigenous peoples
Build a town for asylum seekers
Leads the revolution on education
Dives in, too fast, when insulating
Australians against the cold
Lets his soft heart over-rule
His heads when it comes to rules for refugees
Julia
Carbon tax here I come
After taxing the mega rich so they charge
Australians more for their products
Lady PM found the stolen generation
And made it a new business
While killing Liberal’s Work Choices
Julia is no Celebrant, Wayne Swan is no witness
But the government recognizes gays as
People with partners and taxes them accordingly
Julia will not preside over anyone’s wedding vows
She leaves that to the church
And lets the Pope interpret the Bible
To recognize same-sex marriages
Kevin Election
Abolish carbon tax
Palm off asylum seekers
Tony for PM
Ladies
Bare foot in the kitchen
All businesses are
Franchises or Chain Shops
Scrap family-owned business
Enforce all Little Johnnies policies
And make the Rich, Mega-rich
Confused?
Well don’t be
Let’s revert to
The mate system
Where mates look after mates
You can afford to go the pub for a beer
The electricity and gas bill is lower than the
IQ of a Politician
You can afford a new car every 2 years
Your house mortgage is paid off
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
Vote for Gordy
He’s unemployed and needs a job
*****knows what he’ll do
Hell knows how he’ll do it
But I guarantee we will all
Have one hell of a party doing it
Bare foot in the kitchen or wherever
It will be memorable
Time to vote
Time to party
Give Gordon Andrews your Vote
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
whether you believe in ha-satan,
the hebrew “adversary,” or satan/lucifer,
the christian “fallen angel” that rebelled against
“god,”or perhaps iblis, the muslim jinn who didn’t bow down
to the fictional character “adam” & who spends its time
trying to corrupt man & woman,
the end result is all the same---
you have something to fear at all times of the
day.
not only do you have something to fear,
but like a drunk who has slept with their best friend’s
main squeeze at some
party,
you can always blame it on the
booze & that’s just what you do with your
“devil.”
the “devil” provides a nice easy out for any believer of these
three ridiculous
fictional stories---
it provides a way in which the believer can always be redeemed
because to have faith in “god” is to submit one’s will to a final
judge,
who will decide at the convenient
end of days
just how bad your baddest was.
apparently the “god” that created all the great characters of the
three books,
created a “devil” in order to preside over the rest of the
chess pieces on the board---
all of “creation” made for the amusement of “god,”
whereby if you cross it,
you are damned to “hell” or the “devil” will get you.
all you know is that something bad is gonna happen,
because if something bad
didn’t happen,
well, i guess you wouldn’t have to believe in this
hogwash, now
would you?
my love for the “devil” runs deep, my friends---
i love all the different pictures of it
that have been passed down through the ages,
i love the horns & the wings & the talons, etc.---
all these things conjure up a great character that would make
a lesser animal frightened of their own shadow,
tremble with
fear.
i love that believers have so much time on their hands
to imagine a being that is responsible for all the
horrors of the world which they will not take
responsibility for
themselves.
i’m glad the “devil” is there for you,
when you have no one to blame for your
idiocy & your
outright malice to one another---
kudos,
kiddies.