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The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all
Why?
No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A fight of seemingly boudless choices but non exists
Why?
I take consolidation in an inevitable end but when?
Not beyond a childlike wrinkly existence but hoping for less yet clinging on for more
The hypocrisy, the cowardice and double standard is a shame i carry
Why?
One day...could be now, a minute a head or more time than i hoped for, it shall all come to a conclusion
Hopefully soon but not too soon
By Aaron Onen
Rising from the recollection of a yearning,
Pieces of me, broken and hurting
Spoiled by the risk of a lasting darkness,
Remembering the past with all its lostnesssss…
Rising from the impossibility of a smile,
Whispers of bleakness, futility
Spilling over my longings, my dreams,
Memories praying to be forgiven their despairing
Rising from the ineptness, the misery,
Doubts melting into the remembrance
Desperation revealed in pieces of uncertainties,
Distrust, reservations, pointlessness and absurdityyyy…
Rising from the past, the ancient history of hope,
Where I once lived, tender and innocent…
Until the melancholy grew rivers, rapidly rising fears
Dark and dreading – taking my peace, replacing it with battles
Falling black, like the clearest night without a star,
The faded dark, filled with disbelief and misgivings…
Rising from the heart, though…
I soon found the remembrance of a hope,
Lighting the way, promising and praising….
Remembering the way through doubt and confusion,
Eternal faith in the One who guides the reason,
The One who abides and brings a second chance to sayyyy….
Forever – He is Alive – He reminds me why…
Forever – I will smile – Because He is mine!
Razored shards
Sharp metal gleam white covered in silvery chrome
hard long mean a razor blade brilliant and keen
Reflexive in thought slashing through fresh
It flashes a brilliant spark,
tracing arcs through the nightmares air
A twist of flash, digging of marrow
blade slides home
divides the meat from the bone
bring the crimson to heat
A razor reflects in seconds of fate an image flash feeling the aftermath
A Great refraction
Recollection is a collection of desolate images
strewn across lost boulevards,
as homes burn
discarded cars churn
the blade is cold hard long razored Keen
Reaction retraction of sight
the nano fire tracks the hard light
glancing off chrome brilliant, a spark
the division of flesh pouring
of crimson heat awash all in red
Razored shards of sharp metal
sliver gleam covered in bright chrome keen
Wherever there is carcass, there the vultures will gather -
Jesus stated this; there is nothing in this to blather;
There are reasons when eagles fly around; pointing danger?
Indicating birds or animals or human stranger...?
Yet, why do they circle - is not just a single reason…
Explanations are many; there's no obvious treason;
Do they circle around to enjoy the wholesome weather?
Is it an exercise to strengthen their lovely feather…?
Do they fly so in cohesion to tell us a secret,
That cannot be spoken out except into the closet...?
That the garbage here on earth has mounted so high above,
Emptying these is, indeed, a matter of concern, thereof...?
Do they do so to gain in air their equilibrium?
Or do they do so to perfect their dactylic rhythm...?
Or thermal cause of their circling around in trooping groups?
Do they have, in their instinct, like kites, self-sustaining loops...?
Symbol of strength; guidance; innovation; inspiration;
Hope, courage and salvation; eagle has no fixed nation;
To me this has symbol of my death and resurrection,
From where I got this? To this day I've no recollection...!
Something very strange God has given to you, dear eagle!
Cyclone and earthquake easily you could make out so well;
Signs of times you know; you know scientific tempers too,
Is it this why you circle around without any woe...?
05 July 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I find myself reflecting on many things I have long forgotten,
including the invaluable wisdom imparted by my elders.
Yet the memories of the pain inflicted by others remain vivid
as I navigate the complexities of friendships and past betrayals.
I have also released numerous reassurances that were extended to me.
"You can trust me," they often proclaimed.
I try to overlook the fact that a large breadfruit serves as a meal
for my siblings and me, while our dog receives only a small portion.
My weary mind strives to preserve my memories.
the faces of familiar individuals gradually fade from my recollection.
The promises and falsehoods from our leaders linger lightly in my thoughts,
drifting like a feather in the breeze. I sneeze—particles of brain cells.
Today I chose to take it easy; I wish Metal AI could decipher this as well.
It was a very long day
And a long way from home
Country back roads
Skies of chrome
Tiredness kicks in
I need to stop
A house up ahead
I'll stop and knock
The door opens
Pleasantries in greet
Invited inside
Tired and dead beat
The lady of the house
Offers a drink
A small wine i say
As she replies with a wink
We sit and talk
About our pasts
Sad stories
And past laughs
The evening draws
As i my head starts spinning
I feel elated
Is the evening beginning
Music is played
As i drink more wine
Energetic in dance
As i feel mighty fine
We end up dancing
Our hands in places
Lips touching
And not just faces
Slowly my clothes
Start to fall to the floor
My hands on flesh
I've never seen before
Her body so shaped
Even through hazy eyes
She takes my hand
To her glittering prize
Her hands mould
Around me so
My head like a carousel
In spinning mode
I seem to know what i am doing
But unable to stop
Like I'm on top of the world
And never to drop
The feeling of joy
Surrounds my brain
Elements of ecstasy
Like sparkling champagne
Naked and set
My body flows
In body arousal
Our nakedness shows
The kissing gets frantic
As we sigh and groan
On the floor we writhed
In sporadic moan
As i lie there
I recall the lights
My head in confusion
Now I'm out like a light
I'm awakened early
By a knock at the door
The lady of the house
In breakfast chore
I sit there eating
As my body aches
Scratches and marks
Was i in partake
I have no recollection
Of the evening that's past
I can recall driving up
And that's the last
I say my goodbye's
As i thank my host
She winks as i leave
Looking as white as a ghost
I get in my car
And i head of home
Stopping for gas
No more wandering roam
I speak to the attendant
About the house where i stayed
A lady so kind
How at home i was made
He turns to me
As if i had taken a turn
There's been no one there for years
His face showing concern
I stand in momentary shock
As he tells me the news
The marks on my body
And the bluest of bruise
All the way home
I try to recollect
About the previous night
My thoughts can't project
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I found a seashell in the car today;
it rolled into her deserted footwell
as I turned into our old parking bay;
it lay, with all the stories it could tell.
We gathered it, together, on some beach
the girl and I, amidst the water, wine,
hypothesis of things beyond our reach;
when was that? Oh, the summer 69,
I think, it’s hard to tell, these autumn days.
Would it still proclaim her lost siren’s call
if held to ear? Or, echo sea’s malaise,
lashing waves, the inevitable squall?
The shell, it sits, its inner pinkness lures
me still; though it is long devoid of soul,
it brings a recollection that endures;
A summer beach, her face, a happy stroll.
He was just a boy alone in journey of life
Morals, high standards upon family name he walks
No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind
Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths
A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup
Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back
Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl
Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name
Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky
Two different families, world torn by mishap
Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces
Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday
Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence
It's true, one can love but be so heartless
Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be
Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome
Do we give in to fate we live that we die here
We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste
Not proud of which man force upon the soul,
evil they touch in wickedness
I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being
Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen
Not the man of the world but the world in the man
The man I am, I give myself who I represent
Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being
A faded glimpse you can't recall.
A ghost you saw not in the hall.
A cirrus cloud that dissipates.
The losing side in class debates.
The past returning past the dawn.
A recollection that now is gone.
An empty feeling now that's full.
Just what is it you're trying to pull.
Eleven hours, call it a day.
What the hell's he tryin' to say.
Between the lines you'll understand.
Just take your head out of the sand.
The second time you got it right.
And still not sure you saw the light.
Appraisal from an inept source.
Misguided stars to chart your course.
A fleeting sense of what you want.
Tomorrow's dreams that yesterdays haunt.
We wait for answers in our chairs.
It's not a wonder everyone stares.
Obdurate goat tangles rough knotted rope
Stuck beside shadowy friend, Silky Oak
Hedonistic prisoner capricorn, cheap trope
Ethics remain riddle, morals mere joke
Towered timber utters truth in its creak
Canopy clapping hands crush recollection
Billion fingered Silky Oak, silver limbs oblique
Obscure overlooked sins, a whispered detection
Keeps capricorn unkempt, tethered to trunk
Smooth curled horns apply keratin to bark
Scaffold of decency rubbed back, defunct
Gloss of molestation, shamed oblivion hark
Hefty hormonal avenger of societial conform
Ediface eroded by wiles of willful exhibition
Tortoiseshell taupe noxious horned capricorn
Weapon wield deposit encircles oak, dark depiction
Mirror denies texture, mirthful obstreperous ignores
Shine diminishes structure, erect neck narrow
Malnourished foliage, goat's gritty diet implore
Capricorn's carnal gyrations abate, restore marrow
Fractured cracked tenacity, tree's foreboding scream
Matchstick snap collages goatman gonzo in debris
Collapsed capricorn of devilish demeanour obscene
Scruple niggard gruesome morbid marauder buried
22nd August 2021
Written for Contest : This Or That Volume 6.
Tethered To A Moment
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh