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Cat purrs and stretches in nine directions
There must be something wrong with him
I take it to the vet for his protection
The doctor puts him to sleep....
Temporarily...This poem is G rated
Don't want to kill a little kitty
Doc gives it a shot of whiskey
Cat-nip I think
The cat will be back on all four feet
Real soon he will be ready for petting
The cat...not the vet...(for clarity)
Gold fish make better pets
They don't take drugs or purr
You don't have to buy them clothes
Put them in a bowl of water
And let them swim in circles
Fish go glug
If they gurgled it would be terrible
The cat loves them to death
No one is perfect
Three things in life last forever
Faith, hope and love
The greatest is love
God is love
He that abides in love
Abides in God
And God in him
Success begins in our lives
When the problems and hurts of others
Matter to us
When the wound of one
Is the wound of all
When the pain of others
Is the pain of all
It is only through love
That we can respond to God
If we give everything we own
To the poor but do not love
No matter what we say
No matter what we believe
We are bankrupt without love
Love never gives up
Love is always there to act
In the face of persecution
In the face of intimidation
In the face of trial
In the face of temptation
Lord give us love enough
To overlook the mistakes of others
Lord let us rejoice when others do well
Love cares more for others
Than for self
Love does not want
What it does not have
Love is positive
It does not want anything negative
Love is good
It does not want anything bad
Love does not want hatred
Because love is love
Love does not strut
It does not have swollen head
Love does not belittle anyone
Love does not look down on others
Love does not force itself on others
Love puts up with anything
Love is determined
Love perseveres for the best
Which is yet to come
Love looks for the best
Love keeps going to the end
No matter the obstacle
No matter the difficulty
If we speak in tongues of angels
But we do not love others
We are simply making a noise
If we can prophecy the future
And understand all mysteries
Or have faith to move mountains
But we do not love others
We have accomplished nothing in life
A person who does not love
Cannot be entrusted with the power of God
He will misappropriate and misuse it
To hurt himself and others
Love looks around to see who is in need
Cause help is the best investment
In all we do let love lead
Lord in answer of prayer
Child of mine. I must admit I don’t hear from you very often,
Your brother though is quite devout, to him your heart should soften.
He say’s he works hard to me - but that you will blame him.
For anything you don’t do, and you will try to shame him.
Your brother, put in a plea for you, and not for a new bike.
You had better try harder, boy before I give you what you like.
I even hear from your teacher, he’s his own wits end,
He prayed for the cane to come back, so your ways you better mend.
Your mother tries so very hard it’s not her cooking at fault,
Its you and your picky ways, so they had better halt.
Your mother works hard and has little time to bake you pumpkin pie,
You're lucky boy to have gravy, never mind the turkey dry.
Your granddad needs a rest, don’t be a pest, he’s getting on you know.
As for grandma she puts up with all of you, so let the wines flow.
Your big sister, her father has already requested the boyfriends’ disappearance.
I’m working on that and everything else, so just give me a chance.
The neighbour’s - well they have not said, anything about you.
They just prayed that your family would go out, and then come back without you.
So listen boy the lord has spoken, and you better hear me well.
Cos come next thanksgiving year, You may hear from him below.
Quote from the original translation
Awake! for the morning in the bowl of night,
has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight,
Lo! the hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan’s Turret in a noose of light!
Dreaming when dawn’s left hand was in the sky,
I heard a voice within the tavern cry,
awake my little ones and fill the cup,
before life’s liquor in its cup be dry!!
Omar Khayyam ‘Rubaiyat’ Persian
World is a tavern and time’s liquor is running dry!
Drink while there is still time!
Wine is wisdom you drink to see the reality of existence
and not be swayed by the untruth and the unreal!!
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The Truth potion - Inspired by the Rubaiyat!
in the warmth of fire where embers shine,
where greed plays havoc with cries of mine, mine!
pour them the taste of that fermented potion,
to awaken their soul to bring them in line!
in tented tavern amidst commotion,
truth frozen, but untruth is in fashion,
I feel your lips on my lips to reassure,
lips of damsel wine that brings elation!
I see the coloured glasses glitter pure,
jingle of anklets on bodies demure,
dancing to please insolence and wealth,
calamity, disease, pretences sans cure.
pour me a cup so I can drink to health,
to bemoan the tale of truth lost in stealth,
in flow of wine there is freedom of breath,
liberation of truth, from deep underneath!
Tamam shud!( original ending of Rubaiyat) means
all clear or the end!!
1st placement
Inspired by the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam in Persian
Translated to English by Scott Fitzgerald
Written 10/11/21
Inspired by a translation poetry contest
Malabika Ray Choudhury sponsored
I opened my heart
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Our land is in FAMINE
Almost like that of the Israelites
I cried with millions
Wept for an ailing nation
Tubers of yam makes us yawn
Tomatoes puts us all in comatose
Bag of rice in crises
Garri soaking becomes a trend
I longed
I craved
For my Raven's miracle
I opened my heart again
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven
Raven miracle I seek
Elijah was treated to a royalty by Raven
Fetching him balance diet daily even in famine
He then drinks in a special brooks
Why not me God!!! I want my Raven miracle
Raven!!! Elijah's Raven
Raven !!! My own Raven
The creature with a shiny black feathers
Weird, mythical ...scary yet emit miracle
Smart, evil in disguise ... smells dark omen
Yet fetched Elijah three square meal
Largest in the crow family of birds
I opened again but not my heart
This time it is my mouth of hunger
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Raven miracle I seek
My voice became stronger for Him to hear
He is my shepherd I shall not want
Even as young lions lack
And suffers hunger in anger
I shouted" I shall not want"
I receive by faith the word
And I started chewing
Pretending to be an Elijah
Behold, food was on my table
I found myself devouring chicken in full
On a table full of varieties of food to maw
But no one else was eating
They all looked hungry and fagged out
I got a disdainful eyeing...
I heard them hissing profusely
Yes, it was like that table prepared before David
The same table God prepared before his enemy
I got their message
They weren't my friends
But there was more to go round
Why become selfish ...greedy
I beckoned to them without uttering a word
They swamped on me ... on the food
Then, someone tapped me on a long chair
Those bed-bug infested chairs ...
" Brother Stephen... why are you snoring?
We are through with the service
Remember that fasting continues tomorrow
And bring along your Prophet offerings
The Lord be with you"
The white-bearded man bid me bye
My mouth was still ajar
Finding expression for my thought
Alayande Stephen T.
21st, August, 2016
A Story from the Sunday Service
Longing
Illuminated
Shame just came
Tension
Empty
Negotiating with...positivity
Lamenting
Imagination soars
Sheltered by shimmering shamelessness
Tranquility
Elegant
Nothing matters...happily
Lively as heavens
Ill-tempered and living a imperfect illusion
Shedding tears...fears...wanting cheers...
Tormented by silence
Empty as a drum
Never-ending nostalgia is next in line
Love
Is
Super
Terrific
Enjoy
Neverending utopia
Listen...you must listen
I
Sincerely,
Together,
Encourage you to be
Nice
Leave...me...alone
I
Swim
Tribulation after tribulation
Excitement and exhilarating times spent with you...spent with you...it's a dream come true...
Never forget - listen...and do
Lonely in my brain...
Invigorating ideas brew in me
Silly me - I make mistakes too
Tug on me...cuddle away the envy
Essentially, I'll be on the road once again
Notice this - you are loved
Listen oh so subliminally...mindfully...graciously...gloriously...
I see happiness and joy, but why am I sad? Why am I mad? I'm misunderstood and no good...I'm a Gemini, ghastly given a glistening notion - I'm a poet with words of knowledge and yes, I understand almost everything
Saturated in distress...PTSD in the process...obliterate all pessimism...replace it with optimism
Tainted with timidity
Elevate my mood
Never say no to desire that puts you on fire...it's exaggerated in excellence and radiance that shines on till the break of dawn
I have lived my entire life suppressing squeamish hurls.
My cringe that never ends startles, falters and recoils.
I would like people's internal body substances properly contained
but cannot even escape vile as piled by family and pets in upsets.
Slithering, slimy reptiles are so very, entirely ugly
their looks even hurt the feelings of their mommy's.
Televised close-ups of intrusive surgeries are so yucky
I must close my eyes to keep funky from my tummy.
Someone screaming terror, alive and sobbing in a coffin,
puts my sanity through a horrendous, endless haunting.
In public I cringe straight to furious seething when
an adult fist threatens an innocent little her or him.
Flinching happens, sometimes accompanied by a scream
and while it's not great, it at least validates my heart rate.
I watched it crawl across my desk today, it was sneaky, and teeny, but I saw it.
So I followed it, as it progressed steadily away from my eye.
And it was completely unafraid of big giant me.
I was amazed as I watched it move across a page of paper with printing.
A confidential file, but can an ant read?
Should I shake him off and move it?
What if this ant is a scout from another country?
Gathering data on us?
What if he is taking photos of the missive as he stroll-rolls over it?
I blow gently on the paper, and the ant glides off, gracefully,
Effortlessly, giving nothing away.
Not dropping a camera or
Anything.
Feeling safe, I continued to
Watch his progress, imagining
The trouble I will be in for
Leaving this file on my desk,
As the Secret Agent Ant
Clicks away, sending the
Info back to his mothership.
The ant gives me a wink,
Puts on a space suit and
Disappears.
Uh-oh!
I calmed myself intentionally
For my back was breaking
Under the anger of paperwork
Nothing puts me in a worse mood
I slow my breathing, telling myself we can do this
A raging fire of hatred is not easily tamped down
It is not what I wanted to do today
Or any other day. My neck, back and spine are cracking.
There is pressure that is ready to explode.
You are okay, I sooth myself.
Reminding my child self that it is not a daily thing.
We can do this, I reassure her. It is only once a year.
She bats her eyes at me, making me laugh.
A palatable start. My breathing begins to slow.
My eyes close, and I take the nap we both needed.
He’s got a job, he works real heard,
Got an apartment, and a used car,
He puts in the hours, bears the scars
That is the path he’s on.
Gets a promotion, then moves away
To a nice suburb, he’s bound to stay,
With room for some kids to run and plan,
Even a space for his old mom.
Gets drinks with work friends, meets a girl
She smiles at him, and his whole world,
Comes to him as they wedding-dance twirl,
Another there is none.
He settles on in, is living his life
He’s found his was free of old strife,
A kid on the way; a fine, lovely wife,
He handles it with aplomb.
But those he once knew, sorely lack
the success he has, the winning track,
They say he’s forgotten being black,
They think that he did wrong.
The call him race-traitor, a sell-out.
Most vicious slurs, they do spout
their own ‘wokeness’ they loudly tout,
They call him ‘Uncle Tom.’
But he listens not, never again
will he let himself be defined by them,
His choices he’ll make until the end,
That is the path he’s on,
It’s a path both sweet and long.