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We've known each other for a while now
I think its fair to say
I haven't met anyone like you
not ever, not to this day
when our eyes really first met
something inside me began to stir
I was unsure what to make of it
so I shrugged it off without a care
weeks have passed by, our conversations keep flowing
like raindrops from above, the topics have no warning.
The more that we explore, the greater my yearn
to travel the footprints of thought
that leave tracks across your mind.
time flies fast, its almost a blur
we've know each other over a year now
and you have become a mama.
I've never seen you so happy
a miracle from above, I am sure..
I love how your eyes are smiling
This is a picture I adore.
it was at this point, when I looked into your eyes
that what bothered me before came back to life
the stirring within came out of the blue
it was then I realised it was fuelled by you.
still unsure what it was within
I just looked up and gave you a grin
Its 2 in the morning, I should be asleep
each time I close my eyes, its you I see.
For a second there is blackness, and everything is sound
then from nowhere, your face is found
My arms reach out, to hold you tight
to hold you close throughout the night
but like before, you were not there
so this again, I'm hugging air!
Finally, my brain gives up and sleeps
but still you find me in my dreams
but in my dreams your there with me
so this is now the place to be.
its time to wake up, I feel exhausted
my brain feels fried, there was no off switch.
All throughout the night, you and I danced away
under the moonlight, with the stars on display
upon cloud tops, high in the sky
where angels sit to watch you and I
Sorrow was what it took, for me to realise
what love was, and how it thrives
where it starts, how it feels
how it hurts, but how it thrills..
I feel like I could fly, this stuff is better than Red Bull
I've never been so high, the feeling is astronomical
and to think the reason why, I feel so invincible
Is because I looked into your eyes
and was touched by your soul..
I leave it to fate, to decide what will be,
to see if theres a future for you and me.
You are one of a kind, you are my friend.
I've never met anyone like you..
I dont think I will again!
Form:
Salutations!
Are we all just a figment of GOD's imagination?
Or just a simple angle of schematical equation.
Perhaps, we’re just a footnote in God’s mental thots?
He’s gotta BIG BANG Universe to run, does He not?
Are we all flashing back on one of God's holy hallucinations?
Walking on water, EGGSHELLS! Raise Cain! Raising you know what and who!
Are we all just a spark in God’s expecting spectacular speculations?
Or a One-time ticking timebomb from nuclear annihilation.
Are we all just a coat God puts on His “quotations”?
Keeping us in order with anti-inflammation.
Rambling hypocrisies, babbling Biblical prophecies.
Or are we all just simply subjects of our own bad inventions?
Subjected to the whims of fanatical sabbatical radical intentions.
Getting lost in a crowd, getting lost at Sea, Dead to the world.
What’s to become of me? I’m only one but I’m not alone.
I’m only one... one amongst millions and millions of Billions!
Who all call Earth HOME! Don't we all call Her home?
Billions who just aren’t me! Yet sorta look like me. But do they think like me?
Do they love life? Do they seek out the truth, new life and Lady Liberty?
Peoples who wanna share, peoples who wanna care, peoples who wanna dare
To have a positively positive outlook on life!
Wanna little betta Light to Sunshine on, you, see?
Wanna betta lifeboat just to stay afloat, indubitably?
Are they capable. Of being civilly chivalrous, acting responsibly?
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be freee!
Free from the scrutinizing eyes of oppression and tyranny
Free from the sympathetic lies of social suicidal tendencies.
Are we all just a sing-along of one of Gods’ songs unsung?
Justa tryin to figure out whatta hell is going on.
Or are we all just a song in a Godsong sing-along?
Just tryin to figure out what da hell is going on.
What if ...
We’re NOT all just figments of God’s imagination
But possibly, there's no other possible rationally obtained explanation
For all the misconceptions and misinformation ordained!
Are we all really looking forward for this final absolution?
Over population, crime, world domination, slimed, improper pollution
Best to jest to keep on singing songs
And just keep on blindly playing along
With God fearing reindeer games.
Oh my, time flies ...
The Dreamer never dies!
Hearing the news of 9/11 again...and it makes me look back at that destructive day
I remember it slightly...it's a sheer memory in my mind, but at least it's sunny today
Reading signs all around me and feeling at ease for a while
Taking a trip in a truck full of food items and I'm clearing up my boredom pile
Pre-ch: Oooh oooh oooh what is this feeling I feel?
My heart is made of the finest steel
These wounds I bear are about to heal
Hours pass me by and I haven't wasted much of it - even if I did, it's no big deal
Ch: I'm fulfilling success and failure all in one package
Pushing my way out...rummaging out of the wreckage
Now I'm approaching the lane of positivity and negativity
I'm playing the role of a hard worker, carrying responsibility
On my shoulders...there's a huge load on my shoulders
The future is knocking on the door of my cranium and the past neighbors of nostalgic restlessness blurs
I'm holding on to the last ounce of optimism
I am the sand of the sea and you're the precious prism
Stacking boxes upon boxes upon boxes...and watching the shipping man stack boxes upon boxes upon boxes
Volunteering is something I should always be willing to do when I am facing my lonely states
The truck is zipping through the street, making a whole lot of movement but I don't mind at all - as long as we make progress
Fearing the worst is something I shouldn't do, but motivation and hope are one of my most prized traits
Pre-ch
Ch
Blissful silence and guiltless essence are wrapped all in one package...they are the vigilant moons and brilliant suns
Break the eggshells of immense shame and throw all your worries down the drain
Refrain from driving me insane, expired guilt that overflows from a truck load of milk cartons
Why do I suddenly feel calmness and gratefulness at this present time? For once, I feel sane
Pre-ch
Ch
Ch
Honestly, my life has produced its lows and highs
Oh joy, how time flies by and bugs me like flies
That hover all around me like the advertisements of the city streets
Coping with the corruptions and temptations that try to get me hooked on sweets
I have planted myself on the front seat of the truck, feeling like I can relate to the products that are in back of us
We are both all in one package - isn't everyone somewhat in the same rowdy bus? I will work a sweat and not fuss
I don’t mind being left behind, friend of mine
But at least I have no one to judge me
I don’t mind being by your side – maybe I’m not your kind
Apparently, I don’t cross your mind – do I still belong?
(pre-ch) Wondering when you’re gonna let me know
If I am stronger than I realize…boy, how time flies…
Wondering why you decided to let me go
Stay a little longer, sweet sunrise…you’re the one I prize
(ch) Shame on me…shame on me…
For not loving you with my whole heart
Shelter me…shelter me…
Sun won’t shine down until I break apart
I swallow my pride suddenly, my attentive neighbor
Thinking of ways to forget and forgive the past
I wallow in my pain of regret and shame, trying to find a cure
Honestly, I still don’t know right from wrong – was I a curse all along?
(pre-ch) Wondering when you’re gonna let me know
If I am stronger than I realize…boy, how time flies…
Wondering why you decided to let me go
Stay a little longer, sweet sunrise…you’re the one I prize
(ch) Shame on me…shame on me…
For not loving you with my whole heart
Shelter me…shelter me…
Sun won’t shine down until I break apart
I don’t think you consider me, dear love of mine
Maybe I am useless and mean nothing to you
I don’t think being me is all that easy, but I’ll give it my best shot
Nearly upset and confused by your absence…
But I am still biting the bullet
Biting the bullet
Biting the bullet
(pre-ch) Wondering when you’re gonna let me know
If I am stronger than I realize…boy, how time flies…
Wondering why you decided to let me go
Stay a little longer, sweet sunrise…you’re the one I prize
(ch) Shame on me…shame on me…
For not loving you with my whole heart
Shelter me…shelter me…
Sun won’t shine down until I break apart
Nearly upset and confused by your absence…
Instead, I’ll be biting the bullet
Biting the bullet
Biting the bullet
Wondering when you’re gonna let me know
If I am stronger than I realize…boy, how time flies…
Wondering why you decided to let me go
Stay a little longer, sweet sunrise…you’re the one I prize
(whispering) Please tell me that I belong here with you…
Shelter me by your glistening hope…shining anew…
Give me the strength to move on from now on and forever
Even if it’s near the end of the hardship of missing you
I won’t assume the worst and I will get a grip…get a grip…
As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously
OmO
Mother, I forget not thy words
When I was a score and half a dozen
“My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching "
But my heart was weak; as time flies, it holds it not.
Then, the forest seems to be the road in my sight.
WHT
Please, be not mad to treat me like bastards
For how long shall we keep fussing...?
When no one wants to hear my heart breathing
Nor the running of tears so hot,
Though my acts are impolite.
OmO
Father, I remembered those five words
“receive instruction in wise dealing"
But my ears were on strike then
So it hear you not
For the dog that will lost won't hear the whistle of the hunter.
WHT
Teachers' blood may deny the nerds
But ethics will break the limit of advancing
Into making classroom turns Bullpen
Where no one fears swat
Meanwhile, each had become an adapter
OmO
I grew older to become foolish
The mouths that brought me up smell to me
The words that comes from it
Become the dirt I washed away
I become a foolish daughter of a wise parents
WHT
In my wisest choice, decision grows childish
Yet, can not change the mindset not to be
The box that harbor things just to fit
Into the folder of a permeable Cache
Like reasonable pride of deviants
OmO
I disowned the advice of my parents
Then adopted the advice of friends
My heart released the advice of my parents
But breathe in the advice of friends.
WHT
That in peers influence, I grew wings dissident
Beyond what an external check can blend
And with time; in tease, am an entrant
Watching how well I can teach myself as a docent
OmO
Now, my life is crashing,
And my friends are laughing at my calamity
Tears become my daily food
With no one to take away my tears.
WHT
For all I tried trashing
To shape life's conformity
Till all turned to be good
Only stress cure lane to gear repairs
OmO
Let the tears of the foolish daughter,
Flow round the world
Not to add more water to the rivers
But to teach the young ones lesson
WHT
And chase the wayward away from traps of the slaughters
With regards to take heed when situations whirled
What more are pro. drivers
If license and experiences don't winks when speed is to be lessen
©® OmO/WHT
I close my eyes and I hear a sound,
Running water, joyful and unbound.
Leaping and roaring, swirling and swishing,
Loud slaps of waves crashing.
But the chaos yet fuels peace within me,
As I close my eyes and let my mind see.
Past the horizon, beyond the mundane,
My mind wanders off as I hear the sound of the rain.
Pitter patter of raindrops on the window sill,
Exuding calm as I stand still.
The raindrops purge the earth and all within,
Washing away my wrongs and my sins.
And I envision dew drops, sparkling and profound,
As they fall from blades of grass, purifying the ground.
And I find that sheer joy I can’t deny
Myself to feel through my mind’s eye.
And I can hear the wind howling through the trees,
Taking with it the seeds and the leaves,
It ruffles the feathers of the birds flying high,
The feel of freedom none other can satisfy.
A dazzle of colour, gray, green and blue,
Circling and singing a melodious hue.
And such are the birds that sail the air free,
That in my mind’s eye I vividly see…
And far off, I hear the fain song of a bird,
Ecstatic that the sun is now peeping at the world.
The first rays pierce through the darkness to reach the earth,
Lighting up a vibrant world, increasing its worth.
I can hear the pigeons cooing and the monkeys chattering,
Each one expectant and eager for a new beginning.
And a benevolent sun does smile down upon us,
Through my mind’s eye I can see him relish the early morning rush.
And through my mind’s eye, I witness time pass by,
As the sun hides his head under the blanket of his great bed.
And like the mice who play while the cat is away,
The moon peeps over the dark forlorn cloud
And invites a din magnificent and loud,
Of hidden creatures, loyal to the dark,
But beautiful and graceful like the singing lark.
With their voice like melody, they dance and fly,
This is what I see through my mind’s eye.
Animals of prey gear up for the hunt,
They move about stealthily, nighttime has begun.
An eerie silence reigns all around,
Such peace is very difficult to be found.
And again time flies as if on wings,
And the sun rises once more to brighten up things.
It seta again making way for the night,
My mind’s eye has shown me the most wonderful sight.
Worries…pain…emotional strain…
Thought I would succeed but have nothing to gain
Feeling so alone, facing the world on my own
Everything is all wrong when you’re...f u l l g r o w n…
My childhood passes me by…
…I rely…on skipping life and going right back in time
‘Cause time flies…
And blue skies are just God’s eyes in disguise…
I can’t live…in a world built on fictional lies!
Love’s tied…into trust...if only I can give it all up
But these heavy burdens tend to way me down..
And so I sit here...trembling in fear..
Afraid of what the world has next to come for me
Lying in agony, a burst of anger rises...
Because of this deceitful world,
Not even terrorism come as surprises..
Racial slurs, and political disguises..
Let me tell you lies come in all colors, shapes and sizes...
It’s a shame how we let the world defeat us with deceit but
We’ll never know it’s happening…
Because that’s what were lacking in,
And that’s what they’re attacking…
They’re attacking our minds
If you haven’t noticed yet but these are the times
Not the times that we wished for
But the times of war, times for you to be hardcore…
Not in the world, but with Lord and nothing more
Why is our vision impaired…but it seems that no one really cares??
He said we got the VICTORY, but no one is claiming it’s theirs
We need to rekindle that fire, only God will take us higher
Yea I may be preacher to the choir
But look our lives are hanging by a wire
Our lives are hanging by a limb…
It’s only His desire, for us to go preach the gospel
When the day comes, he’ll look at us and admire
But as for now, God is uninspired…
By our actions by far, instead of asking Him,
We’re wishing on a star, which totally bizarre
Because we are a peculiar people,
Can we say “pageantry”??
This form of fashion is not who we are…
Let’s go back to those days where church was about getting saved,
Not played, or tricked into someone else get paid,
It’s been like that for decades but some how it started to fade
Don’t you feel like God is been betrayed??
Although he forgives us for the mistakes we’ve made, we turn around
And seek man to come to aide, when God is our healer
Emotionally, physically, and spiritually saves
And He himself said, that we we’re fearfully and wonderfully made…
Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies,
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.
Then suddenly, a flock of birds flitters about,
So you believe that you might have time figured out.
But when the old people mentioned, my how time flies,
They didn’t bring up birds; so is time in disguise?
As a carnival balloon, yes that’s it, you say,
Like the vanishing kind on a bright summer day.
But losing your own, is one of life’s biggest fears,
Since you don’t want to waste any time crying tears.
It’s possible that time is commuting by plane,
Which is surely the fastest speed time could attain.
But what good can that be when the planes out of sight,
Unless it quickly returns from its roundtrip flight?
Then is waiting around to see time such a waste,
When each day there are many affairs to be faced?
Then out of the blue a helicopter is seen,
And you reflect, maybe time is on that machine.
But as soon as a copter is here it’s gone by,
After noisily chopping the beautiful sky.
Although it’s very unlikely time takes that ride,
Unless it cannot hear, or ear plugs are supplied.
Wait a minute, I got it, time surfs over clouds;
If I could do the same all my friends would be proud.
And occasionally time would appear as rain,
But then an excess amount would go down the drain.
Then could time be a portion of air all the time,
To be breathed in, or to give life to a wind chime?
Though, is that really flying like old people claim?
It seems all my guesses are exactly the same.
Well, after a long life of thinking and trying,
To figure out the ways that time could be flying,
In heaven, by feather, or motor, as vapor,
Yet, not one of those ways can be proved on paper.
Until recently, when I looked in the past,
The answers were there for those time questions asked.
That time really flies, though it takes time to see,
That a lifetime of living, is the real key.
And now I tell the young, that time truly flies,
But don’t bother looking up into the skies.
Time earns its wings every day, inside the mind,
And can only be seen, when looking behind!
David Fisher for Impress Me-Iambic Meter Contest
Philosophical motif
"Never been this eager to earn
Even a single layer of ahead expectations
Murmurs between excellence and failures
Impels me to be bordered with lots of agitation,
Mind clouded of disparate thoughts
Never wanted to casted me off
People might see me as persistence as carabao, maybe the other way around.
Dressed up with silence
So no one would know
I'm in abyss of predicaments
Might see me smiling as if everything
Is as fine as the weather
But the the truth
The real me is gradually getting wither
Up till now bearing their enormous displeasing judgement.
Kept telling them, "I'm like a battery
Expect me to be drained that easily."
Happy to explore more things
Without hesitation developed me
To be as good as I should to be
My parents never put me in any pressure
It's just me that wants everything to be Rest-assured in any situation
Luckily, I experienced having good leisure.
Left with no choice
but let myself be immersed
In a little hope of favorable assumption
Hoping they wouldn't desert me
When they saw me repeatedly stumbled
In an outlandish area of discarded matters.
Failures made me pour thousands of tears
Heart multiple be set in tear
Swollen eyes never dare to appear
Here, and there, piled up of tasks to bear
Snap out of reverie
Must get up and be ready
This is life and a part of my journey.
Countless times, lend a hand
But it makes me a little weary
Little by little declining became my hobby. Engrossed by thought it would only set for Temporary. All of a sudden,
Consumed me consistently.
Time flies as swift as cockroaches
Submission of pieces
Bit by bit approaches
There, you are trembling with nervousness.
This isn't time for some playfulness.
Left with no choices.
Submit it or lose the chance of getting high grades. As they begin to close
The gates of chances.
Thyself culminates to fall into
Hopelessness.
Subject that became a big defilement, Disappointment follow in an alignment Sometimes its really hard to pursue some happiness. Knowing,
It might only produced gloominess.
Competition became excessive
As the real qualities
Stirred to be aggressive.
One another, getting drowned
Into depts of the ground.
Where the high precious number
Could be found."