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Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...
Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of twilight zone, (where spirit
of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath
of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation
from an atheist sword
like cross my heart), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still
participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...(Without explanation, there
gets heard a clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn
freed from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...a deathlike
stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades so painfully quiet
as if...all sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in the black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled his poem used to
"grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he who dashes off runners block
as a blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But..., aye...beg (bribe with
all the wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought with eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst
computer laptop black keys!
Sometimes I feel small
Small but dangerous
Like a single, radioactive atom
Barry Manilow, the Beatles, They Might be Giants, Harry Cow, Madlib, Thom Yorke, Corey Taylor, Theodore Geisel.
I don't write the best poems.
I wish I at least looked like I was trying.
I have too much to write about, and not enough words to say it.
The damage has already been done.
So I float on through an indeterminate stream
unsettling, yet somehow certain,
more so than a gust of wind
a visible, traceable vector
that expands in the favorable paths of life
or at the very least, the eternal now and present things thing that are
the stars,
the gaps in space
and the rocks moving within
the astrotonic plate,
the rift of the present day that is and is always
right here.
History is the view of the far past in the present
Yet no present is without a past
Though the future looms before us
Yet nothing is new under the Sun.
Anything that is, has been before.
The present is life"s linkage to the future.
A future without the present is the present without a history.
The history of my people defines their pre-existence
The Nok terracotta, the relics, pieces of potters, are landmarks of a skilled civilization only being unearthed now.
The history refires their potentials.
History is you standing on thresholds of generations,
Whose genealogy has been lost.
You are the oral custodians that generations have longed to express.
A people without a history is a people without a future
Is a people without generational synergy
A people with traceable history have a future predicated on a great past.
(Written on the 9th of March, 2015)
There is a book
That only the dead may know
Displaying man's deeds
For LOVE to show
Many tales are written
Upon its pages
By those who call themselves
Philosophers, sages
Just because its recorded
Doesn't make it so
Even if the powerful
Presents a traceable flow
From the beginning to end
Pages keep being added
Like grandma's doilies
History has tatted
The Book of Life
Records the WORD spoken
The Binding is the thread
Interwoven and broken
Nothing of fear
Can ever come near
This sacred book
No authority
Or stolen power
Can come to look
...without an invitation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-16-2022
SOLOWISE
Traceable son of Adam
Blood-lined to royalty; heir apparent to the throne
He has everything easy for him as he pleases
Amongst different choices, he chose wisdom first
The elders said he was humble and not greedy
Maybe the greedy and the arrogant would have chosen differently
The righteous praises him for his act of righteousness
God admired his spirit of selflessness and simplicity
In such surprise; he was blessed with added gifts
To him who has; more shall be given.
Just as the bird can’t beg for wings to fly
The fish can’t wish to swap water for land
He couldn’t ask for what he already has that is his right
Many would do anything just to be a king’s son
An opportunity the fowl would embrace to be a raven
By being that which we wish; we are satisfied
If not completely; at least to a measurable degree
A bastard born of royalty in royalty blood
If my father is rich, powerful, prosperous and respected
I the son, am the same; I am my father’s son.
Grant me one wish
I will make the one wish no one would
Yet, I asked for that I do not have
To be king, I am the richest
Being king, I am most powerful
Being king, I will need many advisers
Why have so many advisers; when I can have wisdom
Being king guarantees me no wisdom that is mine
To have that I don’t have; I could only ask for it
That in itself is wisdom.
Lordvip
Satan is beautiful
Let the son of man
Speak to a dying world
A world of power
A world were the poor
Never can vanished
let the son of man
Sing his tone to a dark world
Satan is beautiful
What else is left now
What else do we understand
Under the sun
Cos our beauty truly
Today offend nature
Even our highest mind
Still leads us to vanity
Despite all we know
Despite all we adore
Satan is beautiful
Cos destruction is
attractive nowadays
Seduction is sweet
Despite it outcome
Still the world glow
In events fill of evil
It has been so easy
To destroy nowadays
Solutions are few
Yet the world is left
With too many troubles
Satan is beautiful
And can never leave
The world alone
He has find a place
Special for him on earth
In a circle weak humans world
He dwells so strong
Is unfortunate cos
He is easily known
But had to notice
If not tell me why
We keep living just to die
Why do we enjoy what
Kills us
Why are we so few strong
Out of many
Why must we be moved
To wake up
Is sad is terrible that
All we could live with
safely today
Are instead traceable
And connected to evil
It looks attractive
Is so sad that from our
Ignorant to love the truth
From our ignorant to make
Humanity a living existence
In this world
We simple prove that also
Satan is beautiful
If i could change the world, I’d eradicate poverty,
By doing away with the lower tax band heavy,
And implementing an increase in the others,
By a very large amount for our richer brothers.
I’d inaugurate a green tax, specifically to all,
Just like income tax, but avoiding the poor wall,
Straight to the home the bill would be sent,
And state “For ecology,” for atmospheres bent.
And I’d train all carers, no matter who they be,
Home care, PAs or care assistants, many to see,
And I’d reinforce in training that there exist some,
Who were developmentally slow, who ask you run.
I’d set absolute privacy laws for computers, tech,
Apart from for criminals who’ve been at the peck,
Who’s footprint would be traceable by a central body,
And disclosable to the police who’d not be shoddy.
There are few heros in my life
Baba Kauro is top of the ladder
You are the Uncle turned father in the
African setting
You were the father I sought for and found solace
in
You inspired me in ways my dad never did
You believed in me when my dad had doubts
Your trust and encouragement were the fuel and energy that fired me up
It's been 33 years that you left, but your legacies and impact is still traceable
I wish you and your brother my dad were here to see your children, nieces and nephews
The motivation and inspiration has paid off.
I am eternally grateful to you both.
(Written on 30th October, 2023.)
You left us John, yet life goes on
You left too soon, unhealing wound
My brother,
Though cousin;
Closest to me
In our childhood home,
Torn from our tree
Could you have known
The heartache you'd sown
No one can replace you John
In the eight years that you've
Been gone
Remembering you, and hearing
A song
The world spins,
Time moves along
Poet, deep heart, brother mine
We breathe, we live
No, we're not fine
Your pain was deep and traceable
You knew you were Irreplaceable
Now your widows picked up the pieces
Her shattered heart loves again, though
Her pain never ceases
How we've longed to see your face
Your gone: cannot be replaced
The world spins, and life goes on
But you are SO missed brother John
On my sick bed
On the hospital bed I lay helplessly
Breath was almost far from me
I wished death could come be the judge
And take me on a journey of no return
Diagnose with no symptom all at
No traceable cause for my predicament
Between life and death I stood tall
Not knowing what will become of me
The pills were high
The bed was nice
But my condition was out of hand
I had always watch been sick in the movie
It' was a fairy tale or maybe I say an adventure
But now am faced with two options
Bid my loves one goodbye or stand face to face with death
I droped out of school for months
Its obvious am missing each day
My dreams were become Delusions
Would I give up or put my faith to work?
I had few more days to live
I was 7 years and its few days to my birthday
I was certain of the Holiday and I could remember it fell on Sunday
Every day is a great day I always believe
If I survive today then it certain I have escaped
Groaning in pains
My cloth were socked with it stain
Still in the midst of my though then i heared a still Voice whisper to me
If only you had faith like mustard seed
You would tell this mountain be ye moved.
I summoned courage and declared by faith
The outcome is why you are reading this piece.
Am back on my feet
Sitting on the cushion seat
Soliloquizing how I would have given up if not for Faith
Faith does the magic, confess it, believe it and you will have it.