Long Watchword Poems
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Grain of sand,
Why have you come home with me?
Why have you left the others?
Don’t you feel alone?
Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself.
Grain of sand,
How do you find a place for
yourself amidst thousands of others?
Don’t you feel lost?
Oh, we create room for one another,
Altruism is our watchword.
No one hoards what others need.
Grain of sand,
How did you feel when you’re blown by the wind,
separated from your family?
Although, family comes first,
happiness is not only rooted in family ties,
Home is what you make of that space around you.
Grain of sand,
What’s your view of humans?
Oh, my view,
I’d say humans seem not to think about the end of the road,
They’re often lost in today and inconsiderate of tomorrow,
They don’t ponder on eternity.
Grain of sand,
What’s your word of advice?
Oh, I’d say there’s truth in nature,
In its silence, it speaks,
It embraces the lost,
It brings calmness to the overburdened souls,
It connects us to the Divine.
April 9, 2024.
Change, watchword of our time
Change without reason, capricious crime
Reform, reconstruct, recast, revise
Change for change-sake – foolish, unwise
Alter, adjust, adapt, amend
Constant change blurs to no end
Transform, transmute, transfigure
Change, all jolts and jarring triggers
Change, our brains from our bodies derange
Change, our souls from the cosmos estrange
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up in the sky so blue?
If you have you seen the people
Who provide their service for you.
Flying for them is a profession
One of assistance, service, and care.
I often times have mumbled
At some of the things they hear.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
In a plane with silver wing?
If so you have met the people
Whose "attendance" is their thing.
I have seen them courteous and collected
Even in spite of a boor.
Somehow you know they are thankful
When the last one is out the door.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up above in a crowded plane?
Have you ever wondered
How those people do not go insane?
Life for them is walking
Thousands of miles each day.
With every step they take on that plane
They try to help in every way.
Have you ever been a-flyin'
Up high...well over a country mile?
Then you must have seen the people
Whose job it is to smile.
Courtesy is the watchword of their profession
No time to give way to personal vents.
So when you get on an airplane
Be thankful for the "Flight Attendants".
Joy mixed with bitterness
Hope laced with scoops of mud
This journey unseen
On the way to the holy matrimony
Love is blind
So they said without holding back
Till reality set itself to their face.
"Iwalewa", golden a watchword in our clan.
Imprison it. It will free it itself.
Get along and the signs are mere.
He's a cheat, woman beater, lazy and what you can see. . .
Oh let me breathe!
Shut it up.
My ears ache.
You've made your lashes and acquiescence
Enslaved your equitable rights
You need not cry
Fighting is never the best
With faith hold to fate.
You like to quit? Do!
Pick up your pieces and refresh.
It's a green start. But not your stars too thank too early.
Something different or similar to come.
All pretend to get results
And thereafter let loose of self.
Die not in depression
Die not in the hand of a demon
You have the right to Life
Please live it to the fullest - and not as the foolest.
©? olorunleke Olorode.
Being not consumed we stand true
only by God's merciful grace
this is the God of eternity supreme
we receive compassion from His face
Compassion is the watchword from God
for the Lord provides never to fail
in His promises always surely certain
trust His sovereign hand even from gales
Always new never turns old
waken up every morning bright
great is the faithfulness of God
like no other shines daily alight
My soul speaks so profoundly
therefore trust with one hope
the Lord is my portion is my call
holding fast to the divine rope
Lamentations three verses 22-24
set to memory in your mind
whenever down bring to recall
for the Lord has heavenly signed
(Lamentations 3: 22-24.
"Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
"The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”
First year came as a rude shock
And the second still was like a dream
Third was a reality
The gone is gone for good
My beloved father a good shepherd has left
Leaving it all for mom and God
The burdened but tireless woman
Death struck like the lightening in the storm
Deafening thunders that made us shiver
Our beloved father is gone
The treasured and priceless jewel is lost
This we thought could scatter the herds
Like a flock without the herder
We kept counting every year
From one and today makes it nine
On a shining sun or cloudy day
Be it night of full moon or no moon
We feel your love and guide hovering over
You never left us alone to fear
Even when you're not here in flesh
We live in love and harmony you taught us
Your words of wisdom we never forgot in our blue days
We loved you and never stopped loving you
If we have our way, we would want a visit
But we know you watch us each day that breaks
We have grown and growing in oneness
Togetherness is our watchword
Mom has built on your legendary legacy
The children soaring higher in altitude and attitudes
It is another year to remember you daddy
It is one year short of a decade
We are sure of our reunion
Though not in a hurry to cross the boundary
But we await our day of beautiful reunion
When we shall live to leave no more
Where and when death is Conquered
And life is eternal without sunrise
Rest on papa
Our happiness is in our togetherness
A formidable love and strength that keep us thriving
We miss you at every sunset
Please pray for us at every sunrise.
We love you and you'll live in our hearts forever
We're held by the reins of politics,
The lies, the truths and the deception,
The misguided pathways and the hell ways,
The unknown and the hidden facts.
Is there someone else behind the mask?
Or there're too much complexities woven in the tasks?
The society is overburdened,
The people are dispirited.
Trust yourself first and expect the unexpected
should be the watchword,
Then mayhem will not be a readily drawn sword,
Then we’ll find a road to cross.
There’s confusion at the centre,
The books don’t seem to proffer solutions,
The people seem to be accustomed to their hard ways,
Redemption is miles away.
November 1, 2023.
It was like a dream, a reunion to transcend time,
A testament to bonds unbroken, a love so sublime.
Royal Batch 87, forever intertwined,
In the tapestry of life, our spirits unified.
In the realm of memories, a bond that never dies,
Although scattered like the stars, yet destiny unifies.
In corridors of time, we walked our separate ways,
Yet fate's adorned tapestry knits together our yesterdays.
From distant shores, we gather, united in our roots,
Like threads, blue, gold and blue inter-twined.
The school, where our fathers passed the flame,
Guiding us to seek knowledge, and life's eternal game.
Life's journey, has shaped us, cut and polished,
Like precious stones, revealing our spirits nourished.
Disce Aut Discede, our watchword carved in hearts,
We stand as testament to the faith that never parts.
In this epoch of uncertainty, as the tides of change roll in,
Let us, as instruments of God, kindle hope from within.
Wherever we are planted, let rivers flow in heights,
Fountains rise amidst the valleys, shimmering with light.
For our world, in this decade, stands at a crucial juncture,
Our actions will determine its fate, a force to reckon with.
Oh, Royal Batch 87, let's rewrite the future's tale,
Embracing love and wisdom, for all to prevail.
Now 1738 there was born a man...
'name of Ethan Allen; his craw full'a sand,
Faced up to the guvenor of N Y, State..)
The green mountain boys would be part of his fate,
He took fort Ticonderoga as the hour grew late
This man of destiny; standing up to the plate,
As demands of imperial power hit nerves rubbed raw
Self-determination the watchword by tower and shore,
This flame a'burning makes its seat in their hearts
People "taxed over wars" wishing now to part,
The rest is history "how they made their stand..
Forced into conflict that led to freedom unplanned..!
A maverick Man
Tweaked by abbreviation and footnote
Copyright Joe Maverick 2012
In support of Cyndi MacMillans "Mavericks contest"
Two people looking out of a window
Strange, is it not, they see different things
Poet; attention soft in stillness slow
Man of the world; his eyes glazed, sees nothing
In seeming chaos, there is symmetry
As the pendulum swings from left to right
We see around sacred geometry
Unvoiced intent, cognised by inner sight
Poised attention, distilled by a kind heart
Watchword for a poet, warm empathy
Discerning flow of love, before it starts
Tears behind smiles, feigning serenity
Poets in truth go nowhere, poised in silence
Interconnected with the universe
Reading between lines in playful parlance
Resonation of heart, being our verse
26-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)