Long Situate Poems
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Balance is the soul of existence
Such consciousness sure liberates
For in the attainment of balance
The being is complete and whole
As all aspects situate appropriately
In every challenge the imbalance is obvious
For the keen eye sees opposites at play
Each battling to outwit and subdue the other
And so it can only remain as they oppose
Until a balance arrives to quell and calm
One gets opposed by two, creating flux
Until three, calm is elusive, instability sure
Since three wedges, according to the Igbos
When three locks, it is firm and steadied
Affirming the balance of the three, ‘Ato’
Then disregard the excitement of the first
Even the temptation of the second, ignore
The opposing forces become lucid and weak
Allowing the third to emerge unhindered
Rewarding the enduring with the virtues of Ato
Twisting up my body emboldened
Hyping my spirit to Planet 9
Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat
Jerking up my feet in no fete
Throwing hands in the air
Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly
Heaping up dance on my hips
Humming to a tune of no name
Shaking ones head like an Agama.
Until my Fibula was aching
I became hyper-active
For what, I queried myself?
For a dance of no tune
Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard.
This time in Samonda, Ibadan.
In my quest to situate the 46 years
Independence Anniversary of Nigeria.
We are dancing to no tune in particular.
Beautiful brown when I adage your eyes,
I thought it was the heavens having me stare at angel.
You position your soft lips upon mines,
I felt the heart propel severe for you.
Beautiful brown when I had my interaction,
I axiom the impression of a dream I had.
Beautiful brown you was the one that appealed my mind,
Make me endure in my educated being.
You put the desire in my soul,
And the sexuality thought in my psyche.
I just want to illustrate you the love,
That I put in words and situate in your heart.
I require to give you the want of one,
And the crave of our sensations to grow.
I just aspire to be the one that waken up in the morning near you,
Perceive your eyes,
And kiss the lips that my heart has needed for centuries.
Oh god,
You are something-beautiful brown that no man deserves.
I want to clasp you forever,
And bare my first being with you.
So I yearn for you to be mines beautiful brown,
And shed a tear when u want me.
Form:
Where you are
From that far,
Becomes near,
By what we share.
In love web,
I meet this deb,
Give her my name,
Without any shame.
Where i am
Gives exam,
To your heart,
Mind and soul apart....
In love web,
I change this deb:
Lady to woman,
As a boy to man.
Where we used to be,
Seems too real to flee...
For uncertain quests work brings,
To lock our fingers in shining rings.
In love web
I search a deb,
So pretty cool...
Like a clean pool.
Where we are now,
Keeps people off how
The journey ended in praise,
Off all jokes the start displays...
In love web,
I situate this deb-
In the trap of words
Unlike promises of birds.
It seems too unreal,
Yet we do have a deal:
That journey to forever,
Will always be an endeavor!
In love web,
I find this deb;
For peace and care-
To bring lasting cheer...
Painting You
Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights,
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…
Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush
In sublime tones for my wild orchid wishes,
Wanting to stroke across the heavens
For reflecting starlights bright,
Which I’ll situate to split the darker places
Where the inks bleed and branch out
Around you, smudging your purest colors…
That I endeavor to recover
When illness tries to smother
You with a viridescent blanket for on-going days;
Cloaking the glance of your azure blue eyes;
Pulling gray and white from your skull
To streak through your forest brown hair;
Rushing flag red moments to your cheeks
When you growl, “No. Don’t—“ when I
Try any way to help you through the fevers
That hang dredged plum-violet clouds over
The sofa — away — where you stay sleeping…
While I sit crimson awake worrying,
Watching you breathe…And asking
Through faith’s golden prayers for your healing;
For our holy Lord to send some ministering angels
— With their glistening opaline feathered wings;
Who side by side, place hands on you ~ veiling
My first view of prayers’ answers coming true;
Lifting me to a bloom of rosebud gratitude.
I paint you never far.
I paint your ocean blue eyes opening.
I paint you always beside me in a sandcastle brown.
I dapple the air over us an effervescent pink.
I paint your prism presence close.
I paint your mid-night’s Arora Borealis dancing hues.
Our love is a stippled, rolling color wheel
Of our linked diamond destinies: journeying
Together on amber roads under sapphire skies.
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(c) sally young eslingwe 10/17-18/2023
Glory to God…
Sir –
You saw the drizzles
Before the rains –
The early clouds moved you not!
Now, in a monody
You sweat in singing the solace?
Sir – dear father of new rivers,
The kids saw the stars, your strange stars
Twinkling from their darkening horizon
– Stars with dimmed faces! –
Hiding their stereoscopic visions
Under their dark clot of dimmed lights:
Indeed we saw them twinkling
Coming to the representors –
Then while night fully sucked
Their lights into dead stars,
They witched off some voicy lads
Into their catabolic dungeon –
Oh, Sir –
Those lads situate among the representors
Who defied the coaxing secret treaty;
Sir, they whisked them off
Into the torment dungeon:
Creating a half-empty sky of representors!
Form:
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......