Long Tomorrow Poems

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Wishes Reclaimed

The End

Death
steals all perspective
no looking forward
or looking back

Finality
zero — sum — zero
relativity
lost in its tracks

***

One Final Question

Bending the circle
inward
Pushing dimension
out

Finding true value
where logic defies
One final question
— all answers in doubt

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The Wages Of Sin

When the forest is gone
and you’re sitting dethroned 
Where the trees and the animals
once freely roamed

Tomorrow comes crashing
through yesterday’s gate
The present transporting
— the guilt and the hate

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Sentenced Unnamed

Alone with old thoughts
my past on the run
And cornered distraught
with fate zero-sum

Secluded sequestered
and sentenced unnamed
The court jester’s chattel
— a minstrel of shame

***

Bartering Fame

Renting the future
in debt to last year
Tomorrow defaulting
unpaid in arrears 

Pawning each memory
bartering fame
Trading lost moments
— for wishes reclaimed

***

Set Free

Speaking
without words
Painting
without rings 
Walking
without steps
Flying
without wings

Beathing
without air
Feeling
without touch
Hearing
without sound
Knowing
— without such

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The Fire Of Change

A path between
conflicting worlds
He walked a road
of hope
The product of a
captive raid
Quanah sought 
to cope

His spirit caught
between the folds
In buckskin born
of lace
To dance around
the fire of change
Blue eyes
— and painted face

***
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I Have Never Roped a Cow

If I had a horse,
I ride off and rope a cow.
And when I roped that cow,
I’d write a book to tell you how. 
And if I was an astronaut,
I’d fly around the moon.
Take one small step for man,
And be back for lunch by noon.
And if I was a doctor,
I’d cure all the disease.
Get my picture in a magazine,
And life would be a breeze.
But in 100 years nothing will be the same.
Not one remembed tear.
No one will call your name..
Did you run towards the light did you hold our Father’s hand?
Or is it all just a fairytale,
Built on castles made of sand?
But I’ve never roped a cow,
Never flown around the moon
No picture in a magazine,
Just alone in this room.
And I can’t write a book and tell you how,
To move past the frozen pain of the here and now.
You exited this stage,
And didn’t even get to bow.
How can a memory live inside a human brain?
How can a man long for the water,
When he’s never seen it rain?
I don’t know how.
And I’ve never in my life,
Roped a cow.
I’ve seen it done.
But I can’t tell you how.
To move on past the point of sorrow.
Where memories have frozen me,
In yesterday’s tomorrow.
So today I’ll say your name out loud,
Just to hear it said.
Might even yell it in a crowd,
To ease the scream inside my head.
Meanwhile,
I’ve never roped a cow.
So I can’t tell you how.
sad
Form: Rhyme

2014: Anambra For Sale

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

Ode to a New Day

You beckon to me, and I respond.  
You open the door and take me by the hand.  
You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend.  
You script and unfurl,  
And I play my role, desiring to add my lines.  

The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties—  
Unseen, but sometimes summoned by the sages.  
This is a mystery from ages past;  
Sometimes these soldiers are fiery and bold.  

You lead me along a path that yesterday never saw and tomorrow longs to know.  
I follow where the stream flows,  
Keeping hope alive,  
Holding the lamp through every struggle.  
Though I may not understand all that I see,  
I journey across the sea.  

It is a privilege to be embraced by you,  
And an honour to be held by you.  
Though sometimes redemption feels like a tale,  
And Zion seems like a lost city.


May 26, 2025.
Form: Ode

My One and Only

You're my one and only
You're my one and only 
I'll stay tall, even if I fall
You're my one and only 
You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual
You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel 
Addicted to the appeal
Of your suave, sexy feel
I find it appealing for real
You made my scars heal
You brew butterflies in my stomach 
My heartache is hurting less and less
Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back 
Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess
Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess...
I must confess, I love the way you dress...
I must address that I'm going away very soon
I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon 
For you're the one and only that I love
You're the one and only I dream of
Missing you due to the departure yesterday
Tomorrow will be a much greater day
Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday...
I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today...
I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May
You're my one and only
You're my one and only
That doesn't leave me lonely
Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard
Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on...
I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard
Who is the fiber of my flavorful being 
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling 
If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise
Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart
With the rhythm of my heart
With the rhythm of my heart
With the rhythm of my heart
With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art


Premium Member The Sea of My Life

The Sea of My Life
~~~~~~~~~~~~

The heaving waves are rising
Each foaming at the crest
For them there is no rest
They go to any length
To give a show of strength.

		It’s the sea of my life where no mercy is shown
		Dangers are hiding in corners unknown.
		I stand for my freedom; will not be a slave.
                It’s time to be counted. It’s time to be brave.    

For me this is the moment 
To save my place on earth
To prove what I am worth
Because I’m in the right
I will put up a fight.

		It’s the sea of my life where no mercy is shown
		Dangers are hiding in corners unknown.
		I stand for my freedom; will not be a slave.
                It’s time to be counted. It’s time to be brave.     

Let the water keep on turning
Let it rage and swirl and pound
For tomorrow when it’s dawning
It will die without a sound.
						
		It’s the sea of my life where no mercy is shown
		Dangers are hiding in corners unknown.
		I stand for my freedom; will not be a slave.
                It’s time to be counted. It’s time to be brave.   

                It’s the sea of my life where no mercy is shown
                Dangers are hiding; I face them alone.
                I stand for my freedom and fight what is wrong.
                It’s time to be daring. It’s time to be strong.   
   
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Contest:I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada-1 Sponsor Broken Wings
Previous contest judged 13th June, 2016
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Ideas

Freedom is an idea
That a full stomach will quell
Why rock the boat
If tomorrow you see hope

Pure democracy leads to tyrants indeed
You vote your greed not your need
Leaders fight the rising tide
Only in time will the masses abide

Hunger feeds the soul of revolution
In deep despair violence is the only solution
Tearing down walls of familiar security
For the promise of liberty and equality

Equality is a fasle god of men
With natural talent a few will always win
Love exist in all within
Evil turns sweet love to sin

It's easy to let it be
Look but never really see
What is is? And what is real?
Do you die for just an idea?
Form: Rhyme

For Troy

(Anguish)

We are gasping
 at the silence,
 the strings
 ceased to vibrate 

We are lost, we are lost 

In the emptiness
 we have flashes,
 and then your there
 within us again
 for just a sliver
 of time 

Your absolute joy
 of amazing rhythm
 still lives on breathing
 new life in memory 

(Celebration)

In the thousand sighs of sorrow
 that have rippled from our lips,
 when the pain has hooked his anchor
 and when our hearts just cannot sleep?

Know the stars continue to shine
 his joy and love will never cease,
 the moon lays down tomorrow
 so that we may find loves peace 

For in the twinkle of his eyes
 his essence of laughter shone,
 his intentions never wavered
 they shone bright as the sun 

As eternity kisses his lips
 and the lilies begin to weep,
 know he is just there waiting
 for us to join him in sleep

Troy James Wood ... 06.06.1970-24.02.2015
Form: Rhyme

Why

Why did God create a life
That wasn’t meant to be
Why did He give eyes
If they were never meant to see

Why did He put breath in you
Then take that breath away
Why give you to me
If you were never meant to stay

Why show someone happiness
And how it feels to smile
And fill their hearts with hope
If it can only last a while

Why did God create the sun
When all it does is rain
How am I supposed to laugh
When all I feel is pain

I keep calling out your name
In the silence of the night
Praying somehow love like ours
Still exists beyond this life

Why let people dream
Knowing their dreams will not come true
Why should I find someone else
When all I want is you

Why say there’s a Heaven
When it doesn’t help to pray
Why is there tomorrow
When I long for yesterday
 
If Heaven holds you in its arms
Tell me somehow, it’s true
Because this broken heart keeps beating
Only just to be with you

What’s the point in searching
Knowing you’re not there to find
Why give someone life
If death is following behind

So why God when He took my love
Did He not take me too
For life is not worth living
If it means I don’t have you...

By Raina Hutchins
Form: Ballad

Saguaro

In the shimmering heat waves under midsummer blazing sun,
for he doesn’t know the meaning of the abundance of waters 
the overflowing river,
quenched his thirst with boiling sand
while looking at the sky to find a tomorrow
in somewhere on the other side of passing cloud.

He was forgotten saguaro standing one leg on the ground
with both arms spread open in the middle of wilderness
like a weather-beaten lonely scarecrow,
though there were no birds to drive away.

Under the scorching sun, with great patience,
he was standing in the stony field as a stem of cactus,
his skin was slashed and torn opened by the stinging sunrays,
and from those open wounds, the prickles gruesomely grew 
to lessen the pains. However, days and nights of intolerable 
tortures forced him to become a worthless piece of burned stake,
the stake that of no will, no breath, and no significance, and therefore, 
no word to express the feelings of his own is in it.

He trusted the words,
“as long as stand steadfastly
and patiently wait in the field,
though there is no season of spring or autumn,
for life is tough and will is the root cause of existence,
one day, you’ll become a beautiful flower,” and waited a long.  

He never bloomed though after those long waits 
but collapsed in the shimmering heat waves as a piece of 
half burned charcoal that will never be burned again even if 
wind rises. He, now, lies there as an ugly distorted figure
on the ground without a substance, a shadow of ghostly image.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

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