Long Resumption Poems
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At the sound of the opening door
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning
The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable
Each plant contained within a pot
Cries out for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call for a similar reprise
From old, old themes can lines read new
To modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
A message to nations
The sound of thunder marked the time
But no lightning was seen
Like a comet always has a tail
Youth dream their awesome dreams
Some fall by the wayside consumed
Like seed pecked by those crows
Let God's message be heard by all
His love for man disclose
Finis'
Formidable__arousing fear, dread or alarm or inspiring fear or respect
through impressively large, powerful, intense or capable
Reprise__a return to the first theme or subject
A recurrence, renewal, or resumption of action
After waving fire is cast at stability
After scorched wood cracks its last cry
After last ash touches down, tranquility
After light of dusk waves its goodbye
When the ashen remains settle out
When rain of twilight washes away
When days turn months born of drought
When a survivor returns to his stay
Then the broken parts are collected
Then volunteers help to rebuild
Then a newer chapter's directed
Then victim can again feel fulfilled
It was fire who made all that he wears
It is inferno that wants him to perish
It indiscriminately burned all his shares
It is those who followed he'll cherish
And here it comes:
A new born baby:
Born by education:
A senior of term:
A new semester!.
1) Faces whipped with loneliness
elates themselves.
Eyes laced with Joy,
Teeth embroided with happiness:
With smile inscribed therein.
1)Teeths greeting teeths,
Smiles taking picnic in contentment:
Faces starved of glowing smiles.
2) 'You shouldn't go today'
Her mother had said:
'The first day of resumption
holds unstable words and indecision.
Hence to the market 'day,
at morrow your soles shall kissed your class'.
But why wont she?
"A groom waited on his bride till wedding night. And you say he shouldn't greet her?"
2) We'll get what our souls advocates...
"Ma'm i'll go.... At 'morrow i'll stay!" she said.
17:03:12:08:24
The climax occurs in shape of alarm
Transition takes place from the little sleep
To the resumption of the big one
And in this moment of change… a fight ensues
It's a battle royale between the
Dark recesses of the mind
And the recess of the conscience
Returning to the class room of reality
The body reluctantly follows
On this forced march into daylight
Where the engagement is commencing
And the forces struggle to align
The line of sight looms near
But the outcome isn't clear
Because this contratemps
Is both internal… and eternal
The aftermath leaves one to wonder
Before the forces gath'ring plunder
How could the circumstances gather
Leading to what wakefullness
Can put together in sequence
What led up to a moment… that could not be foreseen
Disgrace
Aloof the satisfaction of my indifference, I identified this taboo that seem to chime deeper into the ears of my heart demanding the poet's write undivided attention.
I got cut off from the rest of the world in a Bamenda depicting swag
Tethering but leaving the serpent lair untamed.
With first sight of no country man problem, the Atanga's arouse and sustain the coffin man revolution and concur the name of colonial master.
And who could tell the contrary? When all you did was to brutalized, kidnap and terrorized the country man
To now deny and define taboo the same country man you came bargaining with and begging to buy!
In a usual manner of the 90's we applaud and witness country Sundays in renounce police murder And bogus uncanny theory of we are one and indivisible!
In slits of time and yet unnoticed, you purged those you marked extremists to the satisfaction of your Nkondengui dungeon.
Mobbing Bali, Wum and tagging Ndop with another colonial slap, you earned without need of an arithmetic proof the formulae of fear and confusion.
Like a fanatic of undivided attention, you repeatedly called for school effective resumption while adjoining a case you long lost even before putting them behind bars
Helas!
What a caricature of yourself you've made?
Leaving me with no description than a grotesque disgusting La Republique that need redemption and awakening!
Copyright DePoet 2017
While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
clear for me to assay,
those ever receding
early boyhood daze,
now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of gray
blissfully innocent naivety,
(though blessed) no way
would, aye desire to turn back
the hands of father time (hypothetically),
where unstructured play
regularly with older sister
(thirteen plus months
my senior) predominantly
slicing, sliding, and slipping
stockinged feet skittering
across slippery basement floor,
this then soul full
skinny thing bellowed hooray.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"I'm Matty Mattel; I got hurt;
Can you go out?"
Those words uttered
by the very first
pull-string talking doll
Mattel did tout
circa nineteen sixty
revolutionizing the birth
of quasi simulated (lifelike) toys,
and made of common
materials found scout
ting around the house simply comprising
hard vinyl (i.e. pseudo
plaster of Paris) head he did flout
with remaining body
stuffed with padding,
a definite no
no (chew toy) when Fido about.
Actually that pooch,
would be Georgie to you,
(a hybrid Boxer Dalmatian)
with docked tail
my young parents acquired,
when as a newborn,
aye did inconsolably wail
though recollection of such memory
fifty nine years ago tis of no avail
yet, a resumption of meditation,
sans lightness of being
(analogous trancelike state),
that doth prevail
replaying silent film preceding,
when psyche seem so frail
plummeting into emotional abyss
the nadir i.e. anorexia nervosa
pleading return to nostalgic boyhood
decrying change hide didst bewail!
Casted wrong feeling
Yesterday was much better
Today cries for warm healing
For morrow not to be a debtor
Or else, the whole isn't appealing
I never got such a dude in line
Happy moment has been fraudulent
Temporal is long vacation at the shrine
Sad moment is no difference cum design
To back up resumption of peace so violent
Let us pretend we never met
May be(if not fine) we can get along
Let us pretend we are poets cum duet
May be(probably never) see each other so wrong
In act of actualizing deeds without regret
Not for anyone, you wouldn't wanna fall
I don't think( in any instance) that would ever work
But you wish to feel among the way we ball
You can only over time develop more a quirk
Thinking you were there but growth thou forestall
Don't love them anymore with thy heart
How can you be home dieing and crying
For long, you've done well been so smart
Don't leave until you changed love not complying
Check, don't live on with that spell; kindly restart
It is better than sending live out to hell
Where yelling continuously compounds
In pains of groan without possibility to be expell
Except it becomes adamant as it abounds
Putting a stop to all seeds planted of earthly spell
A year ago
You were you
Suddenly let go
Fast of you so true
Into a raging bullying ego
Good luck is the wish of these times
Prayer has been on lips everyday long
Before it gets weary, been bordered sometimes
Makes it hard to learn the best song
To sing during praise and worship indoor of rimes
While kneeling unto God Whom you adore
You should also learn the level of maturity
Alongside the peace of neighbors and strangers to restore
The height of reasoning and conversing cum obscurity
Before its end sweep thy name and memories offshore
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
The following reasonable obsolete rhyme
verst heard in my faux class (sic) lilting brogue
courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue
wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus
nevertheless September 1st, 2020
signals resumption of school year back in vogue.
Challenges abound as millions of students re:zoom
trudging off to..., yet another bus comes by... vroom,
whereby administrators establish
virtual and/or actual room
adapt to delegate assignments as reported by newsroom
facilitated by yours truly,
a bonafide married, yet unbridled groom.
Though mind boggling, death defying,
and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross
(dangerous information highway road)
will confront those most qualified to teach
impressionable minds to overload
nevertheless I envy those learning
courtesy high tech mode.
Golden (gated) opportunity
spectacularly presented to bridge,
kickstart, and buttress young minds
immodestly excited and
amenable to learn online
one old googly eyed
aging pencil necked geek
makes his poetically cameo appearance
crafting awareness about severe complication
hash-tagging those best equipped to teach,
which alternatives pinterest me
linkedin, trumpeted nsync with
tried and true methodology
(think white/blackboard
with markers and/or chalk respectively),
who by the way never got chosen to
clap erasers outside,
fold flag ditto after said
emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled,
nor serve as safety patrol.
Though born within baby boom generation,
I horrendously (nobly) struggled
to acquire cognitive consonance
floundered like a fish out of water
forever barely achieving passable grade
He readily attests de facto failure
if hypothetically enrolled in kindergarten today,
I would get demoted to preschool
(a slight bit of hyperbole),
thus both laments abysmal track record,
whereby attending conventional
schools of hard knocks
(situated within Lower Providence district)
emotionally fracturing psyche
until this very waking moment,
and moost likely mine
remaining tenure on Earth.
Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat
particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat
promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a wildcat
signaling resumption, sans
war between the states recruiting
every able bodied proletariat
after well nigh one
hundred fifty four plus years,
which repurpose sing reformat
might transform mine
humdrum friggin existence
into one enviable secretariat,
where these ears will
hear constant ratatat,
when bombardiers din
temporarily doth pause
scampering atop rampart
analogous to polecat
espying the freshly minted "enemy"
unconcerned if maneuvers induce pitapat
cuz resumption of battle will drown,
this weasel granted leeway within Union
Schwenksville, Pennsylvanian nonfat
spry old man confident fighter
despite civilian life
extant, viz noncombat
acclimated to rustic/primitive conditions
honest to dog abode comprised
thatched hut housed within mudflat
only during rainfall rigging
makeship shower plus laundromat
counting lucky stars kismat
blessed without necessity
to whip out handy dandy hemostat,
thus yours truly ready for action
quite content nsync
within no man's land habitat
linkedin with nearest battalion via
microchip embedded within
noggin rock solid as hardhat
genetically modified lest
Johnny Rebel lob brickbat
also on lookout against
swampy hungry creatures,
thence I will thrust
these lovely bones akin to acrobat.
In the midst of snow and frost, when hope is suspended
and the air limping between the trees, nature seems set
for the final rest; all that lives and passes, shiver, worry, desire;
under the sky, pure, void, empty and uniform, clouds murmur in boredom;
an immense silence has filled the space between the trenches, weighty like
a hammer; no cry, no sound of rifles and machine guns, or water to hose them down; the execrable game of wait and fear; and finally a white flag,
as white as snow white, filling the air with its sudden brightness, peace at last, the resumption of life and happiness at last.
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