Long Upwardly Poems

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Pewterspear Track in Yellow: A Sonnet of Sorts

The wind rose early with the busying dawn;
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet -
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.

Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering 
                               rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping 
                                             colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...

Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.
Form: Rhyme


Untrodden Path

Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia

A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil

Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki 
Callously murdering people in cold blood

Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism

Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
										YEMI AFO (2017)

Oh Dystopia a Tree 4 a Carpark

The long hard journey through
past to progress

These day's has far few many stops to make along it's tried and tested daily route to commute

As cutting costs has so many
uneconomic station laid bare
in it's path

Deemed unsustainable via 
accounting computer program
ledgers with countless bites
of memory to spare

Once filled with dumpster full
of coal and shoals of eadible
fish pulse and grain

To steel the masses for another
working day to breathe new life 
into industry

To service the never ending 
escalating intresest on banking
loans that prop-up wall street share
prices

In order to finance and build a new
Mall , Factory , Hotel or Flats

On the grave of our past long
before they have even been 
pronounced dead

It happened to the cowboys

It happened to the miners

It happened to the fishermen

It happened to the farmer's

What paradise for a car park

And job security for my family

And an honest day's work for pay 

And human value self worth

And yet and though it is with our
blistered hand toil sweat and
tears it takes to build your tower's

It will be enough or shall it enable
us to afford us to live reside inside
your castles wall's

As for us we are merely entrusted
and expected to garner you with
security

Guard your carparks 
Guard your gate's
Guard your monetary wealth

Good enough to raise your children 
Place them firmly in our custody
Pick them up from Ivy Schools
When one is busy out shopping
taking lunch , partying or upwardly
socializing

And all of this for the measly price
of knowing one's place and one
mistake could cost you and your
family

It's one and only breadwinner
who put and set aside his pride 
to hide it deep inside a box 

That signals the future is the station
boarded up you just past

Upwardly Mobile

Sincerity in true beliefs
   Endeavours to pursue.
   Look deep into your mortal soul
   For therein lies the proof.
   A change of face, now one with great charisma.
   Creates a challenge to all thoughts, by being more eclectic.
   Then cast away all doubts, and put this alter ego to the test
   Unloose the past and say farewell, adieu.
   After all this fine extravaganza 
   living life the way we all should lead, nobodies fool.
   Improving know-how, learning lessons from the literati
   Zooming upwards, charming with a suave pizzazz.
   And to carry your convictions, with a certain kind of aura
   Thinking clearly,to do what is considered best.
   If however, much mistaken, don't seek out an alibi
   Overcome those smallest errors, without much more ado.
   Never doubt these qualities your future needs, to don a cap and gown.

   11 / 10 / 2016.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Pictorial of Stained Glass

Written: November 05, 2023
            __________________________________________
Glittering glass on gossamer ground 
untamed saffron blaze tackles its task 
a flawless waltz

Beaded up pristine runaway stars
In a bright, shimmering stream
weave shards of light onto a string of pearls
speaking upon ageless beauty.

I'm facing the sky
toward shards of dwindling light
patterns devoid of time

When daylight has faded
a caramelized lion and Noah ark coexist
placing my palms upwardly focused

With you in mind, I venture outside
rhapsody vibes under Moon candle
dreams seep into reality.

My heart, a litmus of love, triggered
emotional turmoil.

I just wish to offer you the best
of myself.
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What Does It Mean To Be a Woman

What Does it Mean to be a Woman?

What does it mean to be a woman? 
What does it mean to suffice?
It means to overcome suppression,
By men as cold as ice.

I suspect you know about the cruelty,
Of history and its legacy, 
And that you yourself can change our society,
Away from this harsh, insidious fallacy.

That we are different from men, 
In any way apart from physically, 
Is an ignorant misconception, 
That should be quashed entirely. 

Women and men are like a rope, 
Two separate strands twisted together; 
Both strong and individual, independent, 
But to each other they are important. 

Without both sexes you wouldn't have kids, 
The continuation of life and humanity, 
Where many affairs and relationships occur to give, 
Much happiness, freedom and proclivity. 

But the relationship facet of daily life, 
Can be very distastefully circumvented; 
You can be sexually abused in childhood and raped, 
And then not taken seriously or respected.  

Being female means that you need to justify your intellect, 
To validate it and maintain its vitality, 
In replies to teachers, lecturers and college friends:  
Reactions will tire you, and you will not comprehend. 
 
When you're employed, you just have to ignore the signs, 
Men give you when they're not mellow or tactile;  
You just need to chill out and get on with things energetically, 
‘Cos you know you don't need them to be upwardly mobile. 

And worse, you're considered second in the family, 
‘Cos your brother is always way more important;  
He's the pride of his eternally doting parents, 
When you're just left with a specific love quotient. 

Feminism is old, but it is still really young, 
There's so much more talking to be done, 
For a world with no rape, jousting and evil glares - 
We all need to climb a few more stairs.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member NATURE ENVIRONMENT Seen-

Pageantry mountains surrounded by valleys;
In the darkest dark in night lights speck of light;
Embraced by the enhancement of color tallied:
In silence I hear the faint Whisper Of The Wind;
Rivers weave and bind like a snake on land;
I see the ocean calm from the heavens;
Upwardly outwardly I form my arms and hands;
And within all the wrongs even in my right;
My etymology my language fourth I tally;
Floating amist the lower heavens;
Embraced by the enhancement of color tallied
Pageantry mountains surrounded by valleys;

1/10/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jamal Hussain and friends

January twenty first, 2024 the above thugs burst.'
Into a shop in Wallsal town, two with axes smashing
Windows to the ground' then six of them stormed into this
Store, a multicultural vist.? I will add no more.' Their
Shotguns were fired nice and loud, to announce no doubt dilwali and they
Were'nt just an ordinary crowd.' then a stupid employee
Got in the way, of a shotgun blast..It hit his arm so they
Say?  Another was injured by trauma to the neck..' yet
Really..I ask what did they expect.? From an upwardly
Mobile gang about town, what the heck'  who eschewing permits just
Park and do.' Whatever is needed with unlicensed guns (too true!)
Yet they did get aprehended, that will put a hold on their
Fun..Jamal had escaped. Just after.' He left British shores' on the run
He never got extradited..That fact i can't ignore.! He was
Arrested when he got back to town, and for a space of
Nine years he has now been sent down, some of the others
Got five years others barely two..) and yet 'this is law?)
Heres what i'll tell you..' its five years in jail for each
Un-licensed gun..So if they had two? I make that ten years
Number one..' Next lets talk shells or bullets again it's
Five years per item.' Are you getting this plain.? Then theres
The robbery?? And illiegal parking to boot.' I just cant see
Much correlatilon..My reactiion is oh shoot..!
Form: Rhyme

X

In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard 
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.

For i have seen those strange distant lights
That detach themselves from heavens spilling crowds;
When dropping over the blindside of the little ridge
They rise to leap from cloud to cloud.

Impossible angles of inexplicable darting momentum -
Inwardly gyrating wheels now ingeniously turning;
Marvelous these the strange crafts of unknown design...
Yes - I have seen the night skies burning!

For well i remember as a reckless child
How i stole out to ascend that one forbidden hill:
Cast deep plans, set the clock ticking accordingly,
Rose, wrapped myself against Novembers raw chill.

Deep inside the Beech-hanger the Plough was struggling,
And over the despairing holt a devisive breeze...
As, of a sudden, on the edge of swirling darkness -
Showered particles upon vapourous ethers so violently seized!

Oh the hissing bolts of sizzling electrons -
Brilliance of colours like a dying meteors last rites!
Anti-Graviton paradox of mastered equational conundrum 
Igniting the latent freeze within winters sharp night.

Radiant orb held aligned by polar-opposites forceful lines,
Spinning upon a singular point with such consummate ease;
Roaring furiously liken fabled dragon of Arthurian legend,
Hot breath licking across lines of illuminated trees.

Momentary seconds that crept alongside an age enraptured
Amidst tumbling thoughts of  - "Just another Alien abductee"!
Then, gently tilting starboard, accelerating smoothly away,
Vanishing over the stacks and tiled rooftops of nearby Walton-Lea.

Often have i wistfully pondered in ever hopeful, watchful years:
What was it so witnessed as it hung before me in suspended flight?
And - with many cramming thoughts - groping for answers sought -
Recalling the wondrous moment of such an awe-inspiring sight!
Form: Rhyme

The Colours of Chuckie Egg

Golden is yourself, so Harry is golden, 
And there is no reason not to eat eggs, 
So the twelve eggs are also lain golden, 
On each level to signify there’s no begs. 

The ladders are pink to remind us that, 
Women can aspire by climbing to the top, 
By using their brains and character to pat, 
And patronise the male ego, hopefully pop. 

The ducks are indeed ducklings, children, 
And are blue suggesting they are boys, 
For the men who deride and hurt us when, 
They think that they can treat us as toys. 

The caged bird is yellow, just like the cage, 
Because the bird has the right to escape, 
And yellow, or golden, is the locked cage,
Since it has a key to unlock the tying tape. 

The green ground ramifies earth’s nature, 
Flowing with grace and beauty for freedom, 
Making it obvious that you can walk anywhere, 
Any posture, any reason, into any kingdom. 

The hen feed is piled up and pink, we wink, 
Like the ladders for socially upwardly mobile, 
Which to me states that it is good to drink, 
And of course eat, therein you can be capable.
Form: Quatrain

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