Long Rehabilitation Poems
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Ryan has been plagued with illness,
So took a swimming break in 2014,
But managed to be selected for Rio,
Where he made the finals freestyle.
He possesses mild Cerebral Palsy,
Which affects his right side and foot,
And after on this foot an operation,
For rehabilitation he did swimming.
He’s swum since he was five years,
And when he was eleven he raced,
For the Dovercourt Swimming Club,
To progress to race nationally, UK.
Someone spotted him aged eleven,
And coach Dave Champion taught,
To him the freestyle and backstroke,
Also the butterfly - he swims the S9.
At an International Meet, chilly April,
2016, Ryan swum the 50m freestyle,
In the qualification time for the Paras,
In the finals, 8th place in 26.76 secs.
Hey you
Why so silent with no words?
Your indifference say no more
Of your value towards us
Every sunday and fridays are the holies of purity
When our purse do make yours to laugh
How much now is garri?
How much now is fuel?
Not to say of the exchange rate today
Yet in your dignity prayer walk was made
To honour the man in power.
87 naira was more of a deal than 1k we celebrate today,
Not only is the 1k such a bound of joy.
That rehabilitation of those making us smile to our grave
After ransome demands without release
Is your focus.
It is in your ways to say that those good people are our brothers
What an audacity?
What a complicit?
Daily bath in our cry and blood
Is your joy and money bank
But on the sabath you stand on pulpit to preach salvation
Oh tell me not that you are not part
But your complicit and defense of them says it all.
The trauma and death cannot be quatified
Yet your loved ones are in massions with hefty guards ,
While the innocents are in the forest
No facility to be used to get the good guys
Yet Kalu was picked without a blink
Keep praying to God to secure you.
So you preached
But countless of armed officers are your guards
While yours have all relocated from our space.
Oh my bad
Why not dicharge those armed men from being your guards,
Relocate yours to this space?
For us all to keep trusting in the lord to secure us.
Orire has not recovered from the friendly lash
And the demands of your brothers are not limitless.
In a land where witches have the powers to fly
But cant fly to secure our beloved in the forest.
Where herbalist can call on sango, esu, ogun
But cant call on them to savage our land.
Have they all been blindfolded against our land?
Should we say this is a game of the capitalist against the poor?
What then shall we say?
Trust in the lord with all your heart
But where it is neccessary, apply your brain!
©?olorunleke olorode
Autumn moon
Cloudy hide-and-seek;
A celestial play
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Old folks home
In distant suburbs;
Desolate aura
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Moon cake festival
Chinese mid-autumn moods;
A lovers' tryst
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Chinese medicine man
Consult for pain remedy;
Acupuncture and heat
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Evening stroll
Fresh air after rain;
Wet pathways
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Street commotion
Fiery tempers flare;
Accidental collision
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Sundry shopping list
So much to buy;
Procure a helper first
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Stray mongrel barks
Empty park bench;
Invisible outcomes
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Silent conversation
Beyond word sculptures;
Old couple smile and nod
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Windy evening air
Pregnant wetness;
Downpour alert
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Morning wake-up call
Promptly at six;
Awake to awake others
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Business centre
Posh hotel facility;
Empty of faces
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Bus terminal
Crowded sea of faces;
Rush hour pandemonium
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In this big crowd
So many faces;
Yet each feels alone
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Family dinner
Birthday celebration;
A happy toast
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Contemporary times
Music from odd era;
Memory lane buzz
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Pretty girl glides
Magical apparition;
Male eyes stare
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Moments here
Lively seclusion;
Calm rehabilitation
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Leon Enriquez
04 September 2014
Singapore
It appears to be inevitable,
That conflict is renewed.
Where passions outweigh the passive,
Becoming arrogant and rude.
When the diplomats are silent,
With nothing more to say.
Our youth take up the battle,
Trained in the warrior's way.
Regardless of any victory, the
Soldier pays a steep cost.
As many return bitter and broken,
As if their souls have been lost.
They often are treated as a drain,
In an enormous, rehabilitation bath.
Since they couldn't be retrained as
Pure killers, to become a psychopath.
With time, some may heal,
And even appear whole.
Yet many others are left with a burden,
To perpetually carry the human toll.
My words cannot repair the dire state of the earth
My words cannot elicit new life and rebirth
My words cannot amend the abuse we inflict each day
But my words can still have power anyway
They can echo through the depths of your mind
Leaving the secrets of rehabilitation behind
They can sow the seeds of hope and fear
Pleading the case for this fragile sphere
My words may not turn deserts green
Nor may they cleanse the air unseen
But my words can relay the urgency of our needed care
To begin healing our home that is certainly worse for wear
They can reverberate through the veins of my city
Inspiring change and stirring up pity
For the story untold of a debilitating soul
Whose miniscule parts don’t care about the whole
Our world cannot tell us what it needs so we must assist
Every day we don’t do our part is an opportunity missed
This poem might not save the world, but at least it's a start
We might not have the antidote but at least we can have a heart
I am never alive on a Smile's Journey
That is how I take pictures through views Spritually Presented
The Art through Her Eyes breathes rehabilitation into my wilted assurance
The Sun Shines reflecting perfectly in the Mirror of my Forward Motion
I swim in a sea of never before seen in scenes
that make make me feel a type of Serene
that positively effects the reilluminated sheen
that feels so invigorating, crisp and clean
The Beautification of the Waters Power of Upliftment is like YES!!!!!
in extraordinary snowflakes of Profound Exclamatories.....
She looks Alive in Her Resurrection Sundress,
and She sows the seeds of Light Renewed
Omission and oblivion are relatives of loneliness and misanthropy
Blue and grey are confidantes of depression and its lingering gloom
The blood of the Sky Blue Phoenix drops Tears of Innovative Healing
Life can be the cursive endoskeleton of the exoskeleton of a criminally unsen manuscript
As She Spins Benevolent Renovations in Her Resurrection Sundress.....
In The Weathering Of War
In today’s
storming war
weathering
world peace
is rotting out
and we need
to sow new seeds
of her
germinating
new fruits:
the weary world
Is starving
for new peace
and we need
to get to
plowing new fields
of nourishing peace
and healing grace
in this world
that’s in dire need
of rehabilitation
of war’s
debilitating demise:-
(p.s./n.b.)
In proverbial ways
scripture reminds us
in divine wisdom
and guidance
to never doubt
the power
of sowing
seeds:
thus
in labors
of love
let us
strive to be
sowers
and reapers
of divine
world peace:-
There’s a constant hammering
Alongside my bedroom window
Repercussions of a corrupt gutter
The maddening drain
Obstinately and persistently has refused
All rehabilitation efforts
There are no
drip drip drips
Only
Pound Pound Pounds
As water clashes with wood and metal
The clangor must be amplified
By a loudspeaker
To make such minute water drops
Sound like a crazed gongsman
Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace
With no distinct pattern
The piercing pattering
Thwack Thwack Thwacks
Proclaiming,
“You will find no peace here!”
And yet
Its constant monotone irritation
Somehow
Lulls me to sleep
A land mine silently lays dormant concealed on the ground
When suddenly, hysteria screams EMANATE from all around.
A boy innocently was playing is SWIRLING through the air
He had triggered that mine not knowing it was there.
SYNTHETIC fibres in his clothes had melted into his skin
A life changing journey for this boy was about to begin.
Nerves message an ILLUSION that his legs are still there
Which sends him spiralling into a depression of loss and despair.
His bones and burnt skin slowly heal over time
Though RUSTIC his movements, it is a gruelling cruel climb.
The rehabilitation seemed TIMELESS that heavily wore him down
Anger, frustration and depression, this young child is starting to drown.
Time eased his nightmares which gave him some peace
He learnt a new way of living and changing life skills techniques.
Time passed by quickly, BLOSSOM again bloomed on the trees
Teaching his new focus, he gained all his educational degrees.
An ambassador for peace and for areas where children can safely play
Educates the dangers of mines and how hidden they lay.
His voice is not silent when maiming children through violence.
Let there be peace and harmony, the calmness of SILENCE.
Across The Universe
Life’s tapestry had brought me from the rugged Welsh Coast
to ‘Egoli’ The City Of Gold’ a place of dreams in South Africa
I wished for so much and so little just heal from the weight
of black dogs on my shoulders and a soldiered out mind
Everything in tatters the mosaic torn fragments dishevelled
black batik on the canvas sexy lace far from realistic realm
With the Sun God watching me in rehabilitation from booze
and delusion I painted love in the soil with Jacaranda petals
A purple display of what could not have been foreseen as
some ‘inmate’ before me had dressed up wish’s desperation
Her heart on the lawn in those petals in an innocent message
across and upon the Universe made match and soul’s mate
Colour and passion drew us together a beeline without
knowing what was what who was who just knowing it was
Sharing and caring 'The Little Prince' Leonhard Cohen Bach’s 'Illusion'
'Alice’s Restaurant' drawing like magnets joined desire miracle love
New fires exploding a tsunami of feelings trust intuition and magic
one string with two puppets from heaven we went to the movies
‘Across the Universe’ anti-establishment and melodious Beatles
orchestrated sizzling fingers embraced hands and hearts together
Christmas Day almost a decade ago and still going we eloped
together best friends lovers and no idea of the journey before us
That less trodden path gifted us divine bliss and gave us that most
unconventional Christmas present we longed for so much and so long
23rd December 2016