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Shattered besides her
He sat beside her crib,
trying hard not to break down,
trembling like foliage in a whirlwind.
His hands cradled his head,
heavy with tears cascading like a spring.
Desperately, he willed her to stay awake,
fearing that if her eyes closed,
she might be taken away from him.
She was his world,
his beacon of hope,
his anchor amidst a raging tempest.
He could not forgive God.
"Why play dice with my daughter’s life?"
he murmured into the vast void.
"Take me instead,"
his prayer consumed by silence,
as the heavens remained quiet,
as they always are.
When her breath stalled,
and the hospital machines screamed
darkness rose like a tide and devoured him.
The delicate thread tethering his hope snapped,
and the world crumbled around him,
he died the same day
his spirit shattering alongside hers.
staying afar from the people I love…
the fear is starting to creep in slowly ..
at times with the sound of a phone ringing
the heart’s rhythm of mine touching the skies..
also sometimes searching unjustly,
locking your eyes at the screen
with the time blaring off behind…
speeding fast with the images
in not so kind of a mind
knowing whispers of the wind couldn’t carry
the weight of the times
for the roots spread too long
yet greedily wishing on tethering the family’s love
& anchoring the friendships,
all being away from the sea
just about helplessly hoping to hold onto,
and to never stopping myself from
casting the lines to the stars
while still steering through the squalls
awaiting whatever comes through next
Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve delve
the hour,
Penchant dragged scrape innard depth
souring blindly binds ruse lids breadth
spar sun astir, causation its wandering
scar bites of frost attend a clouded ring
constant errs my inner chambers abide
pivotal piques tricked darkening inside
depth breadth spar scar abide inside
the hour,
A vast plague of vulture flights accrues
a lowly sill contempt its stay construes
awake dreamt feverishly reposed body
quake aloof save I some valued nobody
unsorted escort disembodied but feats
wonder maroon beheld tethering beats
accrues construes awake quake feats beats
the hour,
Therefore I'd wallowed jousting to free
of peals of laughter trifle trailing spree
feeble villagers thoughtless each share
of riddled backside amidst tabled stare
and counters gossip whispers consume
be their claim graphic God they assume
free spree share stare consume assume
the hour,
Remains of a last supper disrobed hang
amidst bunker migrating seasons pang
yond trained reflect stories trail facials
a negging crowded calls milds a rituals
saved I a memoir cloistered singularity
paved upon silken weaves a familiarity
hang pang facials rituals saved paved
the hour,
Bewitched canons riddled yon the altar
stacking of hymnals liberates Gibraltar
of liquefied gift cascading gratification
love stain pigments of my imagination
hues meld a silencing orchestrate suite
enhance the loyal thunder ne'er retreat
altar Gibraltar of love suite retreat
the hour.
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
Let sail this doom and gloom
Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter
In the morning head up the gangplank
The hours till I lay down is a lifetime
I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons
How will I lay my aching head at night?
Isn’t it how I’ll wake up young again?
I’m a sailor heading to international waters
Fuel in my belly on furlough from happiness
It’s nearly noon and all I see is blue
At 3 o’clock noonday demons unfurl my sails
I say to myself I hear Sirens on the horizon
Perhaps it’s just Moby Dick crying alone
Some crossed the ocean to the New World
Now commonplace on planes and hours
With no one at home, on the deck with Ishmael
We’ll go fishing for that elusive white Dick
Doom and gloom will be air and blood by six
We’ll dock in Cuba and dance with Sirens
Tomorrow work will yank me from pages
Today I belong to the empty ocean’s tome
Tomorrow old mistakes will become my child
A kid's mind aching from too much rum
Tomorrow itching to be back on the Pequod
Without my son waiting back home
Without my lad tethering me to shore
A landlubber defrocked is forever exiled
When nine comes watch my ship in embers
I’ll wake back on shore however far I go
Sirens and Moby Dick leaving voicemails
Ahab making his bed for me like a maid
Go down with the ship since born this morn
Dog-eared, I’m not a first edition
Book burnings make a purty sight
Trying to ignite doom and gloom
Queequeg build me a rose coffin
The printing press is pressing me
Keep me from international waters
Oh God, let the water feel nice
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho
When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes
there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in.
It was sensual tension, the kind a woman never forgets.
A storm brewed inside of me and each time we met
I feared lightning had struck— a bolt to my heart.
His touch seared my thoughts with a burning flame
but I cared not that it might lead to my demise—
I submitted to my desires and he to his, without regret.
To have denied it would have destroyed us.
He was never mine for the taking
but it mattered not when he drew near.
It was only for him that my heart ached.
We shared a passion, unrestrained— untamed.
We loved with wild abandon,
and in his arms, there was nothing I need fear.
I denied the shame I should have felt
but I was not going to be berated by anyone
or anything. A passion like ours had to be satisfied.
A bond from which we never wanted to be freed.
There was always lightning between us.
Thunder roared in my head with each deepened kiss.
I heard it in his breathless sighs against my ear—
felt it when his fingertips danced across my skin.
I murmured against his stubbled cheek
of a hunger I'd never had sated—
a thirst I'd never thought to slake.
It was a serenade of lovers that we sang together
as if each time was a renewal, an awakening of Spring.
Love was always like a torrid storm at his side,
We floated on waves higher than at flood tide,
crashed in its ebb when desire was fulfilled.
Uninhibited, he sought my lips, and we feasted
without need or want for anything more.
Time rushed through our months together,
years as if they were grains spilled in an hourglass.
The feast is still as sweet, the passion as strong.
If we're wrong to feel the tethering we share—
neither of us care, for we will not be deprived
the love we savor with wild abandon
nor the silent whispers to each other's hearts.
Lone Maiden
The willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief
is solemn, solitary, for seldom does one come to see
the sunken bodies, free from joy or grief
but that evening, it looked so beautiful, so free.
The chains tethering it to the grim facade of so many fallen faces
were so loose that pensive autumn's eve,
she looked like a damsel in black, graceful arms outstretched to the skies
the eternal dark she adorns, she does not grieve.
I could stay there for long, I would be so sad to leave
the willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief.
Contest: Nature Scene - Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Date: June 6, 2019
I am flowered in the shade of bird wings
neath patch of deep sadness absent of clouds
beholden to loosen memories mist filtered
cell charged energies their liberal release
bars that separate the spirited guardians
of fortitude held till dawn gilded rays shone
on the levy's shoreline thrashing waves
tethering the oceanic breezes crowning the
curling tops of surf swirling foams that
champion a sandy blackened shorelines
surging and receding in merciful coiling
of rejuvenating wetness where beached
life shoots to recapture folds of a fragile
domain as the briny seawater air loops
loosely stretch o'er the isles beckoning
the suds of waves and coconut thuds fall.
Ocean waves crash against the seashore
you inhale and suddenly you are no more
than a hint of spice on a hot summer day
Water droplets mingle with the salty smell
of the sea, ... you are sitting next to me.
Reflections of our yesterdays come together
tethering nicely like an old knitted sweater
Blanketed moments of us nothing else exists
except the salt, the sea, the air we breathe
and thoughts of you, sitting next to me.
With great density we dip inside the waters of life
only to burst forth, almost touching eternity...
The shimmering moon bids us hello, leaving behind
an endless thrilling after glow.
Murmurings from mermaids at sea put us in a
drunken state. ..
Together drawn to the secrets of the night,
we sit side by side watching the deep blue sea
I watching you, and you watching me...
By: Mystic Rose Oct 14 2024
No human venture reign o'er nature's craft
of snuggled boughs transcend, amid a spawn
quandary mist, ... in its wake afar drawn
out kiss, in dawn's rise, amends of soft draft
weaving loosely, threads strung in an air shaft
that untangles the roundabout, anon
tethering creation, that hope ... is on
horizon's touched beaming flows from life's raft.
A spectrum cast shared wavering, ideal
longing gifts passage designer imprint
patterned tapestry divine, hail freedom
drop spills, lifts splash, sowing ... growing appeal
anticipant, of Heavenly blueprint
came a-calling, was a man called, Adam.