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Strings were played on the heart last eve, the voice on the phone made me really want to believe.
Well practiced verses, hooks oiled and sharp, here comes the chorus,
Come back to me, please.
Like a ball on a playground, a bird that’s not free, listening attentively, weak at the knees. Being lulled and caressed, words cradle like hands, lyrics like syrup yet bad they command.
Wait for the chorus, come back to me,
Breathe.
Knows when to pause, so subtle the clause, hook line and sinker, it’s the game he adores.
Promises broken, heart remember you’re free, he’s good at what he does just remember to breathe. Wait for the chorus,
Come back to me, please.
You know all the old tunes you’ve heard them before, like lovers they lead you, scores up on the board. Their comfort deceiving, and it’s riddled with dread, this time, you’ll know where you’ll end instead.
You laugh and you smile and pretend all is well, awake to the maestro, aware of his spell.
Wait for the chorus and sing the right words, gently and quietly remember to breathe.
Nearing the end of the words off by heart, you tell him he had you right from the start. You echo that you too, hate being apart.
You give it your best shot to make him believe and wait for the chorus, just remember to breathe.
She bore five sons, strong young men,
all volunteered way back then;
the youngest lied about his age
so he could join, engage
the enemies of freedom's band,
threatening the peace our land
holds precious. They said good-bye
to fight on land, sea, in sky.
Part of the greatest generation,
they fought the Axis federation.
Many brave men did not return,
their grieving families left to yearn,
longing to find, to know one spot
that is for them a sacred plot.
Thousands of graves were never marked
save in a mother's or wife's heart.
Somehow my grandmother's boys were spared;
death did not take them unprepared.
Safely home came all five sons;
the job complete, the war was won.
But, it's never done for those who fight,
the horrors in their minds recite
round and round for scores of years:
price exacted of our volunteers.
Copyright, July 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Surrender your ill feeling
Exchange it for due healing
Years have seen you offended
And they hoarded all that God intended
In position, provision and power.
That you grumble at the hour
And all the dreams and perks unforthcoming
Rage and unease in your heart are swarming
It makes your chest to heavy to bear
And if a cloak, too heavy to wear
With such a soul borne stain
Wouldn't power only swell the pain
Wouldn't treasure trample even the sacred
Praise for calibre would go to rebellion instead
And in the wake of heroes of wars
Will be the mourning of scores
So has God in love and wisdom
Refrained many from the spoils of the Kingdom
To save them and to save others
Lest even the staunchest faith withers
Every heart rests on His scales
And let it come to pass that after many fails
That I soonest lay down every burden
And cease to be lost amongst the brethren
Sanctify myself into a vessel of honour
Fear and trembling be salvation's working manner
Pressing on like those that God made great.
That I may grow in stature and in state
In time, in step and in tune
So I and destiny can commune
K. Muitherero.
after the dance we opened the doors
dampness surrounded this place maroon drapes
paisley patterns blinded my emotions license plates
of james dean covered the pine paneling only in the back
funny how a pair of levi's could bring about
such lonliness but there was james standing there
leaning up against his motorcycle flickering that cigarette
i had dreamed of life away from a smoked filled room
however i was being forced fed macho manner
by mere bruts tyrants wearing tightly fitted pinky rings
shuffling their feet quickly my only thought was that of
the stingrays sharp shooters how their eyes are morbidly
unseen right before they strike their prey i wouldn't even
speak of away from tropical shirts and the pelicans beak
an yet after the dance we had entered this think tank
of sea urchants mere leaches all reaching for small time
scores the same old crabs in the same old bucket
one by one pulling the one closet to the top back down
to scurry sideways with the bottom feeders night crawlers
here i am again your place their place our place i wondered
if they noticed me at all or was i just a cold curvy bottle
of coke a cola to be placed on a red and white canvas
in front of knitted covered candles or was i just a manikin
leaning against that timeless old seeburg continuing to drag
the needle slowly across the nylon fibers of my favorite record
over and over again like filing my broken nail or fussing over
another run in my stocking who needs stocking why i was simply
this forgotten mermaid among a school of green eyed hungry sharks
but then there was james a mere mirage gazing down route 66 in land
catering to the backside of those levi's oh wait here he comes again
he's going to ask me to dance what will i say oh my feet hurt or just
say no shoes tonight shall we swim out of here my mind tossed to and froe
i just couldn't bare to waste a perfectly good pair of fins don't you know
That Pentecost Sunday in Owo
As worshippers assembled
For the rain of Holy Spirit
Men of the underworld
Wielding the tools of their ungodly trade
Rained satanic bombs and bullets on innocent congregants
And two scores lay dead
While many more injured
Leaving families devastated
Dreams brutally cut short
And reign of fear foisted on
The hitherto peaceful community
All in the name of extremism
And misguided religiosity
What a sacrilege in God’s temple?
What a desecration of His sanctuary?
What an audacious confrontation with God
In His terrestrial abode?
The wicked will never go unpunished
Vengeance is of the lord
At His time they will reap
The fruit of their wickedness
I awaken after said storm thrown weakened am I
In awe in wonderment as to where I espy
Fervent to silent as I witness this breathing space
As I slowly rise my tall in this seeing succulent heaven place
Barren beaches of gold amidst greened hue
Hearing cresting of thundering waves crashing true
As I start to look around in hungering thirsting cry
It's the time to ask myself as to where am I, sigh!
To a palm leafy avenue I take to a rest
As I contemplate such wonder in tiring drained zest
I awaken to my belongings and to my belongings saved
For what I had on this journey, caught waves now waved
Thinking thoughts caught, then cast like the waves brought
So many like the drifting bringing waves, leave me naught
Contemplation runs wild as to where my wanting's declare
Recalling looking around, was it purely saved heaven stare
I know it's time to address the needing's if I'm to be found
With unknown known bravado in my mind has to be sound
As I look around me seeing what simply surrounds be
My time is to be taken to the accommodation of me, thee
Having searched seeked determined and decided such
In amazement abound, it's all in bountiful clutch
Coconut and their palms grace me shelter and food
Berries I dare to taste, feeding me fishing I should
Fresh water apart the nuts in rainy filled capture
I'm feeling Crusoe, of reading book stature
Sleeping I do soundly to the caressing waved shores
Whilst burning embers deter these petulant scores
Creatures of difference with no accountable stockabilty
Deem to me useless, with no accountability
It's the plantation that offers survivable quantities
That feed fuel my wanting's reaching inevitability
As days turn to weeks I'm in possible addressed talk
Not knowing the many creatures, in shyness I baulk
As weeks turn to months, and months into years
My name is Robinson, soon I'll share these tears for fears.
the smell of Carmel corn
fills the air – I think of you Dad
your hand in mine, four steps to your one
the carousel music scores happiness
bells of laughter ting-a-ling-ing
Cotton candy, pink as bazooka bubble gum,
melts to sugary paste on teeth and tongue
you are there Dad, hanky in hand
spit bathing my four year old cheeks
moon-faced, eyes crinkled
lifted skyward as the horses stop
I pick the girlie one but sit straddled
you pinch my knees and pull down my skirt
muscle man strong -- your hands strap me in
they rest after on the small of my back as I rise
then I come [the brass pole all gummy
from my hands]
last week we walked the country fair
my hand now as big as yours
aged like two apple dolls, we meander
you buy me cotton candy
spit on your thumb and wipe
it from my cheek
You say you want a revolution?
Just what would that do to our evolution?
Bring change and revelation, what type of a solution
to the foolishness we embrace and true reality ignored pollution?
Take our guns away and the right to bear arms, settle scores
while sending foot soldiers, boots on the ground fighting someone's wars.
Build satellites, drones, bombs and smartphones to do the dirty work
stealing lives of innocence while terrorists survive to hide and lurk.
Protect those who have something to supply like diamonds, gold, oil
while people of a nation slowly die in poverty, starvation and diseased spoils.
Set up funded foundations controlled and contrived by the rich placated
and keep the monies donated for the poor and devastated.
Watch gamers play foolhardy glints of survival hunts and war-craft
never once recognizing the reality exists in the real world daft.
See your children on the tablets and i-phones texting
unawares of human contact. communication, love and touch vexed.
Hide from the gangs and random shootings on the street
bury the innocence stolen from our living free each day fleet.
History rewrites the story every decade, every century, every day
and we the people - seek change, compassion, love and understanding ways.
Peace - never lasts for we are a warring people
restless, unsatisfied, looking for something in the eye of the needle.
You say you want a revolution?
It's already here, wanting absolution.
How did it start?
How will it end?
It is the darkness in the human story from the very beginning of time.
Paint it black written in blood and tears forever flowing in the climb.
Debate also should rage if doctors know
The mystery that human body is:
It takes two hundred muscles, all on go
To take but one baby step with some ease,
Body veins stretched, end to end were to ply,
Two rounds around Earth’s bosom well are made,
Body cells in millions when daily die,
An equal sum in even time gets bred.
And yet nigh little’s known of universe
That lies within— we know more of far space,
Of ailing body, it gets even worse,
Ah ignorance is bliss should God us bless!
If left are we to let sleeping dogs lie,
What happened years back would ever apply?
No, what happened would never apply,
For, human soul always knows how to heal
If can silence noise of mind raging high,
Few patients have due patience and will.
As every patient has to find his peace,
I too had to, and realized rather late,
Though I suffered, shed tears to seek my bliss,
For, things happen only at its due date.
To heal, we seldom go to a healer,
I perhaps approached not someone that heals,
Maybe, he was more meant things to trigger,
Maybe, I could not silent my mind’s ills,
My endurance did build a defence wall,
Two scores and more years back, as I recall.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: With these last two parts, IX and X, the sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets is concluded. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the poem is the last line taken totally as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.
In the outrageous cost for loving diversity in our languages,
We crave out lovely damage beeping to set off assemblage.
For the other days ethnicity rules our own darling land
And disobeys the legends' efforts accountable for amalgamated Nigerians' brand.
In disarray to mule on major pressure opinion poll sets,
As few buy out time to enjoy supposed nation's assets,
Of their names for history, referencing future and nature's plights
In the solemn cry of citizens tagged "suffering and smiling"
Neglecting the best way to tackle hugs, smiles and frights
That election brings love of speedy deceits in turns- reconciling...
Pains and gains featuring our greys' experimental designs filming hope
How silent treachery hang loyalty without wisdom on thin rope!
Beyond the reach of staged drum lawfully placed to rescue
The absurd fame circumstances bestowed on us abroad like fescue
And thus, many gave up on her - the promised land
Thinking Jerusalem is just been lucky of good tidings unplanned-
Grows sacred historical concerns worldly moments can't stop talking about
Logically, we're making progress been three scores in Niger's roundabout
Despite, by chance, in lies, monkey man money snakes share
With joy in reserve, craze in warehouse, vociferation- a nightmare