Long Visit Poems
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Congratulations
On your admission
I am sure you are eager about resumption
And some of you already dreaming about matriculation
Keep it up for it is the season of celebration
But don't be scared, should there be delay in your graduation
And don't let it affect your vision
Neither your ambition
For it shall all end in jubilation
Now as you resume
Of course without much Resume
And you have a lot to assume
But know this, garri is a must for you to consume
It is a must you take garri
Even if you are from warri
Furthermore in case you don't know
OAU Mosquitoes?
They are not from this planet but pluto
For they can visit you anytime even when doing touch your toes
Or maybe when you are close
Issorite...If you know you know
And should you not know
that in OAU we lay low
Because we are all equal
Although some do take liquor
Notwithstanding even if you are governor's daughter
It does not matter
Because on the eportal
Who you epp does not matter
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At ancient car park
The Innocents become No-saints
You'll understand more When you come
Because over there some of you will still cum
The blood sucking monsters of OAU
Are also waiting for you
And again contact me to get the poem on it
But briefly...
They are OAU bedbugs
Your soon to be indispensable companions
Yes! because they will follow you anywhere and everywhere you go
Just like MTN
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But for now I rest my case
As I remain my humble self
ABSOL
Across the table they held their gaze, his eyes knew where they belonged
No music was playing in the room, yet they heard their lover's song
He held her hand a little firmer, gave a smile, let slip a tear
The moment was approaching that for year's the two had feared
Her love for him never faltered, her fidelity was pure
Something he had never felt to question, of that he was always sure
Across her heart in ink, she had the signature of his name
And in return with her own name, he had done the same
She asked if he still remembered how this love long ago began
Baby he responded, never forget who is you're man
Close you're mind to our surroundings, to the people who stand around
Focus my Queen upon me, on this perfect love we found
I'm sorry she told him shakily, I failed you in the end
No my girl he answered her, you were my only friend
It's almost time for me to go, tomorrow the morn rises without my life
My one regret my precious girl, you never became my wife
His tears fell more forcefully, yet he tried to keep composure
His strength was the last and final gift, the one thing he could leave her
Look upon the stars tonight, see past the moon so blue
The veil of death shall be lifted, that I may gaze down upon you
The Officer's called time, the visit now was done
The two lover's who had fought so hard, in hours' become just one
She kissed him as her teardrops fell and merged with his
The last time she would see him, but he had a final wish
He grabbed her wrist urgently and asked please remember me
In the light, in the dark, walk beside of me
Always I'll remember, and to the sky at night I'll wait
May the heaven grant us leniency, that God let's me see your face
everyday,
i go on a journey
to far away places that
others can only imagine.
sometimes
i go to darfur
and visit the beautiful ones
who dwell in the land of the blood rivers.
they drink from the waters yet do not become ill.
somedays,
i go to tibet where the quiet ones dwell.
but they will
talk to me.
we talk about happiness
and peace
and love
and all of the things that i lost along with childhood.
we stand on the mountain's edge and shout out the secrets of life.
no one will hear us.
then
i go to atlantis
and roam about the the palaces of the forgotten ones.
i sit at the feet of poseidon and tell him what it is like
to walk along the beach in the sunshine
and
how to build sandcastles.
and yes,
i even go to the place
where the artic ones reside.
i help them catch fish
which
we take back to their igloos to cook
while their children play about in the snow
with no doubt
or hate
or fear.
and i stand outside watching them.
and it is there
at those places
that i can still believe
in Santa Claus.
Dreams, memories or fantasies,
Why are they invading me as I sleep?
Why is it it's always you,
That I see every night.
My heart won't let me rest.
My heart yearns, hurts, missing you.
One word "Cam" is all I know,
All I remember is the,
Love I lost centuries after Centuries.
I walk around numb day after day.
At nights you visit me, I am home.
But day comes and the,
Nightmare continues.
I am strolling, barely walking,
Moving in a daze my body is wasting away.
All I want is Cam.
All I need is Cam.
I fall to the ground saying only "Cam"
Stranger waking me,
Hearing Lauren, Don't you leave me,
I just found you....
The light impels into my room,
Uninvited looking up I'm smiling
I see those very familiar eyes,
Cam as I touch your face,
You say, Lauren your back.
Am I dreaming again Cam,
No, baby we're here,
After centuries we finally found each other.
2015.4.13 @ 15:08:03
From time to time, I believed you had unintentionally caused me harm.
I expressed and complained about them,
Then I forgave, forgot and moved on.
My favourite number was three,
I believed I did three big favours for you.
I also travelled with you three tourist places.
I always visit historic sites and country towns
During winter and when the weather is colder.
I did not tell you this because
I was not keen on making promises.
I might not please people easily,
But I definitely very careful not to offend people.
After all, I am only a common person,
No body and no celebrity.
To err is human, to forgive is devine.
Will you ever forgive me if I offended you,
Which I could not recall any at all.
Secrets in a box
I have a box on the shelf in the spare bedroom
The box has blue and white stripes, I think
It was a shoebox, perhaps bought for a child that
I was not born; my youth is in that box
Sometimes, when alone, I open the box, and it has
many photos of life lived in the seventies
Many friends are smiling for the camera
My ex-wife, too. What they have in common is
that they are all dead
I received a delayed letter from Alex, a friend
By then, I knew he had died, the letter in the box
unopened
I look at the photos like a visitor from a past life
I do not feel sorrow or guilt. I was a difficult
person to live with, even though I had friends
that loved me
I put the lid back on the box. The visit is over
I must go on living in the now.
Twice i have been blessed
enough to visit Paris the capital
of France
And truth be told the second time
was even better than the first
And if i was forced to place
a comment on Trip Advisor
this it would be
If you are going to see the
Mona Lisa do yourself a favor
and don't bother
As it it the only thing in Paris
that may well spoil or disappoint
Unless you are into or appreciative
of art
Because and this is only to me
and my mum who i took with me
It was quite possibly one of the
least impressive thing's we have
ever witnessed between the pair
of us
And the only reason we still talk
about to this day
Is because neither of us could
decipher Da Vinci Code
HERE THEN THE BLESSING
Please come visit me
Here, then go in Your glory forth.
I’ll treasure the gifts
You bring to me — the graced
Promises of caring and the song.
Do visit me before
Another dream comes along.
The hours of this night
Have unfurled as I lay
Restless and alone —
Watching my candle flicker,
Throwing deep-gray shadows
Over and across my room…
As my sleepy prayers stutter on,
Hoping You will come
With Your fulfilling love and light,
So sweetly, peacefully,
My soul might rest again…
And I go on, thankful, and
Renewed into the coming dawn.
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(c) sally young eslinger /6/22/
Thanks be to God……..
Of all of Nature's creatures,
One I always have preferred
Is that frenzied and frenetic flyer
Called the hummingbird.
It drops by just sporadically
And flits from flower to flower,
With wings that flap so fast in search
Of nectar to devour.
I always fill my planters with
Bright blossoms blooming red,
'Cause hummingbirds prefer that hue
When looking to be fed.
Yet still, I only catch a glimpse
A few times every season.
They must prefer the solitude
Or have a private reason.
But though they choose to stay away
And only rarely visit,
Those few occasions thus become
More precious and exquisite.
The hummingbird I saw today
Sure vanished mighty quick,
But the smile it left upon my face
Will, much much longer, stick.
That first sip of coffee
on a Sunday morn,
Contentment covers me
like a warm blanket.
All is quiet but the occasional drip
from the kitchen faucet.
If only this peaceful feeling
would stay the whole day through.
I watch out the window
in hopes of seeing her.
It has been over a month
since her last visit.
She should have brought
the newest addition to her family
for viewing by now.
The doe and her offspring
are what make the view from my deck
spectacular,
instead of just nice.
The peace did not last long this morning
Quiet air has now been shattered
by singing canaries
and squawking budgies.
Oh, well!
it was lovely while it lasted.