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When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
A bird that dips and wavers
Over lone waters round,
Then with a cry that quavers
Is gone—a spectral sound.
— Cale Young Rice
Sopping wet, the organ floats,
flounders in one of several boats,
severed from the blue-green sea,
nevermore to scurry into the lee.
Hearty laughs, ebb and flow, on wind
oblivious to a malevolent whirlwind.
Cupid’s arrow, a bullseye contortion,
took from mate, a violent proportion.
The dawn had beat its forewarning,
hungry reds and yellows of morning.
His wild-eyed grin at heart’s wild pulse,
in his manhandle, a violent repulse.
Sin does course through shattered veins,
but in its course of port and starboard brains,
he doesn’t reflect upon the seagull’s call,
nor see the whirlpool snare mixed with gall.
The salty-scent of frangipani burns the hairs
inside his flaring nostrils. A curt whisper, dares
an invitation to Davy Jones locker, with sore siren
exhalation, the iceberg chill of Cale Young Rice.
Her bloody valentine feels the squeeze, not with
torn flesh, but a spectre’s hand with calamitous pith
inside his chamber walls ; sans lee. Sharks
circling, inhaling the scent of brute; wave arcs
all about this fanfare, with the strumpet’s reprisal.
All her shipmate’s innards fight for his survival.
In his case, Cupid’s arrows sting like a frozen sea.
The ghostly wisp enjoys the massage-latchkey,
slowly intensifying, as his loins had torn her apart.
She has a heart; she had a heart; boat’s sweetheart
of flowing ringlets, tossed to and fro, sinking
where she thought she’d found love, blinking
back an ocean of tumultuous tears, afraid, broken.
The sea accepted a plea bargain, with him as a token.
She’d live from ship to ship, shining with brilliance,
protecting, like a lighthouse - a harbor’s resilience.
Back on deck, he’s tossed overboard; Cupid decides.
Into seaweed of sharks, who prolong eating, he slides.
Mama Matron Kudos to you
Aunty Nurse thanks a lot
But you heard my cry
Where you were laid fairly dead
And I could hear your voice
Where I was making noise
You kept asking
Where is my baby?
All because of me!
As if that was not enough
Though in pains you laughed,
Clapped, sang and danced
Even with no drums
At your breast on your chest
Very close to your heart
With every act and art of care
You fed me with milk
Till I'm filled to the brim
You would never eat
You could lay me on several places
But you carried me at your back
And faced all the arrows
That life shot at me at childhood
All because of me!
You touched me
As you taught me
Your teachings are true
And your finger prints
Are all over me
They can never be forged
Or duplicated
And anywhere I go
They are everywhere on me
Thanks for your mother-friendly care.
As the sun rises
I remember your smiles
Racing across the miles
All like stars in my sight
Not with a bait
But weights of love
From all heights
It becomes brighter
I remember your laughs
Like the moon brakes forth
Send me some smiles
Across the miles
And they would find me.
When the earth quavers
You held my hands
To help my heart
Though you grow old
As you advance in age
It behooves your body
To beseech an abode below
Your spirit prepares
For the final flight of faith
That needs no plane or pay
Thus, your motherhood
All through my child-adult-hood
Forever holds
If you had written your names
On the pages of my diary
It could be lost
But you have inscribed it
On the plate of my heart
It can only take time
To be remembered
Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu.
© Fisayo Aderounmu.2012
This is midnight, all slept indeed,
The factory bells do chime,
Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise
From yonder darkling clime.
No one is there, two faint lamps glare,
Who rang the rusty bell?
It must be three, a shade does flee
In earshot of the knell.
Upon my eave the pigeons live,
One flutters tender wings,
It heard a whiz as soft as grease,
And to the wall it clings.
There is a grange, a mansion old,
Deserted since the yore,
Such creatures as with deep black fur,
Hold sway around its floor.
No iron melts on fire these days,
The blacksmiths all have left,
And all day long a thrush her song
Attunes to good effect.
She quavers in her leafy nest,
The pale shades pass again,
The rumbling sky does well deny
A sound sleep while she's lain.
Mine eyes are closed yet well awake,
The pattering distant rain
Revives the tendrils grown unsought,
An omen of the bane.
My windows smeared with mizzle mist,
That dreamy opaque layer,
Obtrudes my view with chilly dew,
A fancied world lays bare.
"Don't be afraid", a voice just said,
A whisper grim and grave,
As from a king or ancient sage,
Conquerer of the knave.
That moment my door shook its hinge,
Something had wrenched its knobs,
The bats beseech with a sudden screech,
And fill my home with sobs.
A pain of olden times deludes,
My grandsire died this day,
A tremor stirs after these years,
Benumbed and dozed I lay.
The dawn has worn her purple gown,
It's four, the chimes sojourn,
Her mellow light dissolves my night
Into a canny morn.
28th September, 2021
Her spouse wise or unwise, who can tell. Does he dream in midnight hues? Oh why doesn’t he wake up, or at least spit out that last sleeping pill. He might choke on it. The still of the night rattled by the movement of the boundary, like a lion’s hungry stomach. The moon roars creating goosebumps, pricks upon tender white skin. She barely breathes. Did anyone leave snacks inside this circus tent… Please...please...please. Helplessly she lies as the khaki quavers, heart frantic. She’s never thought herself mad, but like in a Poe story, the tell-tale… She imagines the lion with reflective eyes, baring full gums, toying with her...this is no cuddly kitten. Would her full-sandman spouse wake up, wonder where she’d gone, as the kindly sunlight blinded him to the truth. The truth is she would kill him, if only he’d open his eyes. Could she forgive him… At long last, darts race toward the roaming moon...she imagines that ghastly animal tumbling underneath the skirt, landing at her feet, swirling dust, an incomplete thought as the ferocious tongue lolligags onto her bag. Her husband smiles and turns over satisfied as he kisses his dream wife, moaning with pleasure; danger the last thing on his mind, as the hunters drag away the predator whose smell lingers in the morning coffee, the cigarette’s ash, the wife’s nostrils. And all the community can do the next morning is make fun of the snoring gun, the gray-haired spoon, and midnight adventure.
the pile of gumdrops
sparkle like dew for kitty
here kitty...kitty
11/2/2020
sometimes the snow falls in sheets of white,
a blanket of excited kisses, playful -
fleeting
dampening your thoughts
racing your heart
and sometimes, the snow
falling in sheets of white
brings waves of brittle stings, sharp reminders
memories in the ice that bite
sinking your heart, making it cower -
you shiver
your lips quiver but it's not the cold
not the journey through the snow,
it's hunching your shoulders
bowing your head low
lifting a weighted foot, bringing it crashing down -
the snow bites at your lips
dapples your cheeks with tears
making you close your eyes,
bow your head to your chest, and slave through sinking steps
and always,
the last wave comes and falls,
and around your knees, like a rugged embrace
lies yesterday's shower
and as the sun rises
that soft pit of tingling kisses and prickling bites wavers under the needs of a new day
and this caked ground quavers and sunders
flows away, leaving you damp and shivering once again,
so you lift unfettered foot, send it forth onto cleared paths
and march into the warmth of a new day
and the dampness on your clothes is no match
the dampness in your bones just a scratch;
but for the dampness in your chest
the sinking of your heart....
as head holds high and shoulders lift
chest is pumped to the heats caress
so comes the healing of the sun, to mend the damage of your plight.
Across the globe, music ascends—a universal zephyr,
Bridging cultures in harmonious yearning;
Chords converge from Andes to the Zangezur, xenharmonic,
Dulcet tones of a duduk—in the air, they whisper.
Every note—an echo of humanity's vibration,
From flamenco's fire to the finesse of a cello's undulation;
Gamelan's gongs—a gamut of sounds' timbre,
Harmonium's hum—hearts and spirits, it serenades.
In India where the sitar intricately resonates
Juxtaposed with jazz as New Orleans quavers;
Kora's strings kiss the breeze as Africa pulses.
Lyrics leap across lands—in mosaic form, it oscillates.
Marimba's mallets are on wooden keys lightly narrate
Ney's notes always navigate in a trance-like murmur;
Oud's ornate voice offers a limericking lyric
Perhaps to partake in profound kinetic kinesis.
Qanun quietly queries—a quivering jumping jubilation
Rhythms resonate—a restorative impressive intonation;
Samba's syncopation—a spirited harking harmony
Tabla's tempo—a testament of gripping grandiloquence.
Uilleann pipes uplift with urgent a fever for fervor
Violins voice the vibrancy of the endless echo;
Whistles and winds—the world's diverse diapason
Xylophone's xylography—a cross-cultural cadence.
Yodeling yonder in the Alps' billowing bellow
Zither's zephyrs—a zenith we accentuate and attune.
standard contest sponsored : Placed 2nd
Constance la France
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“Wind, the continuous movement of Air is the link between all realms & dimensions carrying every form of communication from musical quarks to the sounds of silence”. Poet
Wind, Angelic Air ! Beloved of my Sun sign
I listen to bellows pounding sea rock boulders
circling my spine in sharp dagger kisses divine
I listen to you penetrating my marrow
swirl icy chiming voice through mottled skin
pulling hair, fingering throat uncensored ….
my parched lips open as you rip dry logs
to hear red ants scattering into darkened holes
trolls vacantly watch wind arms across my shoulders
I hold dripping amber, as you raucous relay
score, hungry vultures and swallows chorus adore
I walk songs, you unbutton word flames refraining
dead locusts fall in wind tone lyrics whirling
Beloved ! be still that I may touch your bosom
feel cold notes ripple between your crescendos
stroke your quavers, obedient to your baton
soul bowing to your transmuting crotchets
all I hear as you settle into playful breezes
a teasing drama complete, is “I Love You” !
Freak us together,
In beauty and love to cast,
Life time of longing,
Moments to cherish and burn;
Know it for freedom,
Our love wants us to be one,
Truths in sensation,
A joy we can feel to learn;
Link me to pleasure,
In new longing to see you,
Shadows I may click,
Vision blurs and blends, I blink;
Blush me endearments,
As my heartbeats follow you,
Thrill me forever,
With a lovable smile to grow;
Hold you in magic,
To breathe a freshness in love,
Glee with sensations,
Quivers in default I wish;
Touch you with feathers,
As you lust for misty winds,
Lewd my intentions,
Go dizzy for I exist;
Numb yourself with fire,
Seduced with warmth by my lips,
Clashes in our tongue's,
As foreplay rolls to grin;
Lure me with passion,
To crush and knead your compliance,
Tender thy fury,
Provoked they tend to cry;
Feel rubbing fingers,
Molesting you all the time,
Raptures to play,
I demand the same form you;
Teeth and the nail marks,
I dig and bite with relish,
Infuriate hunger,
Till you yearn in pure turmoil;
Music on piano,
Playful high notes to sing,
For we burn fingers,
As our skills torment quavers;
Curve and cleft defy,
Urges coaxing to climax,
Hit and run choices,
Can we surrender to dream?
Tunefully
notes cry out singing to me
melodiously haunting ringing crystal clear
perfect sharps resound semi-tones rend through the air
quavers hover in the air so very many sounds
join together mingling, blending
Joyfully
I sing along music carrying
me to paradise sounds so sweet
flutes playing high notes drums bang out the beat
harps, oh the harps angelic notes float
rift the air celestially majestic
Enchanting
written 08/10/2013
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