Long Rase Poems
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Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes
closed so that I could keep the glimpse of
happiness I once had
I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in
my dreams living, it is way better than
reality
Drastically the errors of Grammer drained
the kilos even the miles can never catch up
For a while its a dose of repeated different
episodes one more effective than the others
Space and time depict void in between.
All that is left its an old clock hinges
clanging like bells for a wedding
The difference it's the direction of angles
underneath the challenges around the orbit
of the heart not as whole entirely holy
supposedly
Your smile, your smell, your kisses, your
touch, the thickness of your eye rase
bashed by the pellet of your stare, your soft
lips landing against the little time we always
have
It spares the weak leak that is fuming to
explode
The fishing wreck its full deeply without the
jointment of the specific goldfish for luck
The journey to the end smells near when
its felt by fear
The anxiety of waking up shivers my body
as the pillar of pills I dose to live deuterates
the life span I'll have to drag for the rest of
my life ...
As long as I'm awake the loudness of
emptiness can never reap the times of test
how I'm fading away from seeing myself
through your eyes
I
No
longer reflecting in the infatuation of your
eyes...
Ashleigh Ngoqo
upon the Rase a troublesome crone
who meddled in the Rasen folk
for she a witch!
a witch! their slant and well
she laid upon a cow a cursied blight
a cursied spell
and lo would not this neighbour’s cow
go to the milking parlour so
this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair
to seek a wise man, she that hour
left in haste to hear of words
and met with him though quite by chance
for he appeared to her when needed
invited in somewhat expected
and knew did he of her unrest
as heating in the fireplace a red hot poker
readying
and stoked, enflamed the fire roared
and from by the Rase the witch was heard
to scream and cry
you see now in her weakened state
another troubled Rasener
took heed upon the lowered crone
and struck her hand with a blade had he
and brought to her all of her eves
that drew the blood of taintedness
and scream once more
then again made three
no more trouble will she cause
said the wiseman confidently
and the witch skulked away
her powers lost
made free were then the Rasen folk
and the cow went in to give them milk
Today I will dress you up with
The pain and sorrow and
The feeble heart of the victims
To your golden fate
In your life.
I will dress you up today
With the deprivation and the cruelty and
The exploitation that you have
Extended to the society
Till now.
You have robbed the peace of mind
Of the people by and your brutal activities
Robbing their properties
Those who are helpless
In the society.
You have taken their land by deception
Even you took the awe of the mother and
Innocent sister by and with your brutality
To make your golden dream
To come a success;
To conquer the world and to lead
A lavish life with so many
Maid and maidens.
Today, I come to you
With an appropriate order of the lord almighty
To seize your brutality and to rase
Your high rise building and
To throw you into the
Street.
Today I will dress you up
With the stream of blood of the victims
In your golden fate of your life.
Today I will dress you up
With the stream of blood of the victims
In your golden fate of
Life.
Fall, you arrived with renewed hope-
As we have weathered seasons past
Longing for ways by which to cope-
Lost in that shade- which Covid cast.
Deepen our hopes with clear, crisp air,
Engage our eyes in brighter views-
Erase drab scenes with landscape flare
Painted in gold, red-orange hues.
Induce past pleasures we recall;
Nightly bonfires to warm the clime,
Then lift our spirits with the sprawl
Of orchard treats, come harvest time.
As holidays bring joy between,
Unveiling seasonal displays-
Thanksgiving after Halloween-
Undo our angst from Covid days.
May your uplifting Autumn blaze
Negate our feelings of malaise.
September 29, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 10/12/2020
J-ust the nice and big celebration
O-f your birth brings pleasure;
C-omplete joy and gladness
E-rase your every pressure.
L-aughter and smile make
Y-our life live in delight;
N-ight shadows disappear to set the feelings aright.
T-housand thrill is brought,
R-apture is what you feel;
O-ne new dawn has broken,
P-rotecting you from chill.
E-vening darkness is gone, twilight does the same;
L-ight that shines above fuels the burning flame.
A-ugust twenty-sixth morn
S-atisfies your only heart;
U-nder the wide blue sky,
N-o ecstasy shall depart.
C-herish the beautiful day,
I-t's a wonderful occasion;
O-pen your eyes to the view,
N-ice and big celebration.
What would be the state of mind of a young man coming back home after war?
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Cares and worries cast away
Overflowing with joy since break of day
My head heavy seeing many dead
Incessant shots, much blood shed
Now excited like a small child
Going home to unwind tensions piled
Back in my streets, I see happy faces
A joyous welcome, warm embraces
Chatting with family, eating home food
Kneeling down to God, expressing gratitude
Humming a song, glad to be alive and free
On my bed I sleep carefree
Merciful lord end all wars
Erase war memories, war I deplore
21st February 2021
Written for coming back home contest by John Hamilton
L-et's erase the danger zone,
I-ncluding the threats within;
B-efore we fall from grace,
E-liminate every sin.
R-efrain from wicked ways,
T-rying to fight the lies;
Y-es, we ought to realize, God watches from the skies.
M-ove away from evil deeds,
O-bliterate their domain;
R-each our journey's end,
A-nd salvation we'll attain.
D-elete the danger zone,
O-ur soul shall be in peril;
S-o let's follow God's command, obeying the Father's will.
H-ear the voice from heaven,
E-ither ear won't turn deaf;
R-eceive the clear message,
N-ot the dark that we have left.
A-im to leave the risky night,
N-ever save the place of moan;
D-ay eleventh October morn
E-rase the danger
Z-one.