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Pumping and pushing with bloated gusto
In different styles and shapes they have come, as before
Each emerging through unresolved processes as planned
Piled up arsenals deployed like there is no tomorrow
All chanting in deafening croak to distract the people
Brandishing ill wealth, in brave impunity
Even State funds must serve personal ego now
Crushing the same masses whose votes count
One day, that must come, even in Naija
An irony, never imagined from a people so very blessed
Luring us the people with spoils from war against the same us
Our rights serve as gifts for the high and mighty
Alas we the masses will match to vote as ever
Hoping for once that our voices be heard
Yet the counts seem concluded, in endless night meetings
Times conducive for an arbiter to meet a contender
The umpire could already be in bed with a candidate
They have promised on their mothers’ graves which they defy daily
They have pretended to supplicate in unsolicited acts of humility
On us confusion rests, while the press and churches launder the vampires
On us the fangs will be unleashed when the power rests
Who will bid the highest for Awka Government House?
The time is almost up and all that can be bought have been bought
Those without a price are left confused, waiting for Godot
On a monotone Monday,
under grey skies with perpetual rain,
I became a devotee to your magnificence.
A poetic pilgrim wandering upon a path,
which would lead me to your embrace.
Intoxicated with your romantic reflection,
my ink is seduced in your rumination.
My passion is like the raging sea,
come feel my love, come satisfy me.
Oceans apart, I swim in sensual shores,
that would bring me to your door,
but alone, I drown in shallow streams.
I've become jealous of departing birds,
craving for the clouds to carry me
from lilac dusks to scarlet dawns,
so I can ascend like sunrise,
descend upon you like sunset.
You are the essence of nature,
I, a mighty tree bowing to it's mistress,
desiring your heart and soul,
not just your earthly existence,
Your love strengthens my roots,
as they spread rapidly to reach you.
My hands have become lonely,
without your fingers interlocked in-between.
Your aroma intoxicates my senses,
your persona like perfumed petals,
weaves poetry inside my mind,
which flows upon a seedless garden,
patiently waiting for soothing blossoms.
There is no remedy for my syndrome,
as each day without you,
I relapse,
without your rehabilitative scarlet lips.
Kiss me like poetry,
before I suffocate,
drain me into a steamy silence,
where there is no need for verses,
so we can merge in carnal mists.
Lust is an infatuated captive animal,
a starved beast frustratingly caged.
Set me free...
For you hold the key.
Time cries for you, reluctantly moving,
with each beat of our hearts.
In darkness I supplicate with the stars,
with your name on the tip of my tongue.
Devotion is a unity of parts,
only we can piece it together.
With you I want Sunday mornings,
where our eyes meet in rousing raptures
with your lips as my nourishing nutrient.
Love is not just an emotion,
it's a whimsical fluctuating journey -
and you are my final resting place.
I want to see that look
That shows the coming rapture
The face of wanton need
Passion's hungry capture
I want to see that look
Testament to lover's game
To know it’s all my doing
unleashing the untame
I want to see that look
Of sheer helpless submission
Knowing that your release
Is timed to my discretion
I want to see that look
Euphoria’s induction
That plea for more and more
A primal need production
I want to see that look
In hungry naked eyes
And hear those trembling lips
Supplicate, moan and sigh
I want to see that look
Before you’re blown away
Exquisite ecstasy triumph
The signature seductress way
I want to see that look
I WANT to see THAT look
Then I can taste my pleasure
For giving you satisfaction
Brings mine on beyond measure
Eileen
"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term:
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill." ~ jamonkey.com
I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation
I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.
I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!
I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns
I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance
I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl
I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes
I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude
I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution
In these colors, do you see red out there?
And in red, do you need strength?
Are you someone needed to be mightier?
In these colors, do you feel green somewhere in?
Do you believe in warmth, grass-root progression?
Or, one day closer in, to fade in within the horizon?
In these colors, will you ever prefer brown?
Skin-colored divine codes, still arrogant in denial?
The huge Carpe-Diem, calling you and me, to chime in.
In these colors, will you ever supplicate for the gray one?
White and black, black and white, color mixing hippy lives...
An utter failure or, an anonymously gray one.
In these colors, do you see a color, for you and me, and a moon?
The cosmic terrain, crawling in into laughter, festoon and religious boons?
Reaching for your hands there, farther down to start within.
Eid Mubarak
Beyond the boisterous bustle I go,
I find the way, I want to know,
You think twice, you don't deny,
You fill me up, you help me die.
Wishes with wisps wobble about,
I love with passion that dubious doubt,
You break in, you sing too loud,
You send the rain back to the clouds.
I traverse inverse in a psychosomatic realm,
I begin to grow dicey, till virtues overwhelm,
You say a soft prayer, you invoke the crowd,
You unwrap the dull and mysterious shroud.
I take an identity, I throw the idea,
I imbibe new courage from an emerging phobia,
You tread across the air, you begin tantalising,
You become transparent, you turn enterprising.
I don't recognise the Prince of Denmark,
I bump into Prufrock in a children's park,
You happen to be on the wings of poesy,
You strike out the light for Darkness to see.
I see the skylark vanishing into the forest of the night,
I do not stand alone watching the angels fight,
You pick up a ravishing red red rose somehow,
You draw the stringent curtain, you forget to bow.
The world's not a stage, neither are we players,
We exist in the void, we supplicate to the layers,
I being nowhere, where's no water to drink,
You come upon as Godot until we don't sink,
I pantomime the hour, that often struts and frets,
You hold the flaming alter, in a packet of cigarettes!
I don't believe in you.
Jesus, the Lord, Vishnu,
Shiva, Loki, Thor,
Horus, Ra, and more.
Today, when I tasted desperation,
I almost pretended at adoration;
to get a favor, to finally find some aid,
I almost lied, almost faked, almost prayed.
To pray to one I know not to be?
Profane, to not only you, also me.
To you, in believing solely for the sake of want,
to me, in changing for the sake of some divine font.
So, even though I hold on to faith's lacking,
grant me just this one instance of backing.
Let me evince the ire behind my shame,
all the hatred behind the flame.
Nineteen poems about the same heartbreak,
about the one girl who's made me truly ache;
more than a tenth of all I've written,
to show exactly how hard I was bitten.
Yet for every one, I'd triple them all:
the woman, pain, poems, sorrow's call,
if I never had to spend another day
with those whose creed I no longer say.
I haven't seen my family in almost two years,
thanks to men with nothing between their ears.
I've never felt more alone, been more betrayed,
never had more regret or larger mistakes made.
Today, I defied them, for what I think is right.
They should have learned that some will fight.
Yet despite my bravado, my perceived cogence, I lost;
just one more injustice, one more line they've crossed.
I thought the one I went to unlike the rest,
before today saw him as different, the best.
Now I understand where wrong was my aim;
I shouldn't have expected aught but the same.
For that was the help I almost asked for,
one small victory against the Corps.
Oh, the chance one time to put it right,
impetus to be, change to incite.
You've always known my stance on your existence,
and to your myriad followers my resistance;
that should stress these circumstances' full weight,
that to you I might, even hastily, think to supplicate.
Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
Rain that slowly pelts
on the roses in sorrow,
don't make them weep any longer,
instead whisper the last melody
that they learned from the merry lark
that helped them through their agony!
Thousands are the warm raindrops
that fall from swollen clouds
effecting the words I'm writing
on the lines of this notebook;
rain of the happiest of seasons,
keep these tears from falling and save
this poem from disappearing:
everybody must know of my legacy!
Cliff swallows gathered
under the dripping gutters,
raise your soft churs
to the immense space
and supplicate the unstoppable rain
to cease and make you sing
more harmoniously than ever!
Lilies of delicate aspect, don't erase the candor
which made me unique in all emotions
and thoughts, leave it intact as my character;
o flowers chosen by me for their purity:
adorn my grave until November arrives
and gelid wind will disperse them!
How much joy it would offer me, beyond relief,
if strangers who appreciate my humane poetry
brought flowers from a near meadow
and lied them down gently and whistling
the last melody, so cheerfully, recognized
what I heartedly gave to all of Humanity!
December 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Peter 1-5
Key Verse – 1Peter 1:5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR KEEPING US BY HIS POWER
Praise be to God for keeping us by His power to:
Stay in His peace
Seek His presence
Share His precepts
Supplicate along His plan
Serve by His performance
1Peter 2:3 Praise be to the Lord for letting us taste
that He is gracious as we:
Grow in His Word along His way
Go through His workmanship
Glow by His worth in His will
Give to His work willingly
Gear-up for worship
1Peter 3:15 Praise be to the Saviour for teaching us
sanctify the Lord God in our hearts and be:
Ready to give an answer about our hope
Responsive to His grace and His help
Refreshed toward His hoisting
Recharged along His hand
Restored for His honour
1Peter 4:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for instructing us to live to the will of God:
Feasting in His love and light
Fighting lusts and lasciviousness
Fleeing to His lessons for learning
Focusing on His lifting-up lawful liberty
Following His leadership as well as His lordship
1Peter 5:7 Praise be to the Almighty for
letting us cast all our cares upon God with:
Hope above horror
Honesty along honour
Holiness amidst hatred
Humility against haughtiness
Heartiness around helplessness. Amen!
December 21, 2024