Long Whirl Poems
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If only your heart could hop, as a frog
to aim away from the tedium of the daily slog.
Allow love to be the genuine treasure.
Your selected spot atop the magic tether
Trying to outlive your expected lifespan
power with full belief, as an amphibian.
It linked choice and chance in dancing.
Alongside, a dreamy lake of romancing.
An ocean of words is now utterly dry.
Each phrase exists under the sky.
I have viewed them dying in my mind.
No path out or hope, I'm fearful of what to find.
Flow and feelings were obsolete.
You'll be dying laughing as you start retreat.
This is the writer's "block-mayday" warning,
when ideas become too thick for moaning.
The firm-moving hazes took a scenic route.
Amid the chaos, cinders crumble into the soot.
The spirit is gone round on by a whirl of time.
In quest of the North Star in the beauty prime.
never-ending race-attempting dashing.
to draw a fictional approach to finishing.
wiping your eyes and setting boldface on it.
Whatever transpires, foster hope and wit.
Written: November 27, 2022
“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds” - Silent One
Surging whirl storm billows in the slate sky,
tracks the tormenting course of scare in the air.
The stratified placid wind doesn’t know why
the harsh turbulence of angst it should share.
Agonized anger flares in the malicious mind,
smolders the sullen life to let the embers glare.
The anguished ashes fly away, fail to find
the rationale why benign empathy doesn’t care.
Ebony haze hangs on the halcyon horizon grey,
spreads murky mantle in the ambiance austere.
From the shrouded sun onyx clouds drift away,
hope from darkness a bright day would appear.
Stifling sorrow clutches the marooned mind,
permeates pain in life drowned deep in despair.
In sanguine soul blooms bliss, agony gets redefined,
radiant hope makes pearls from drab drops of tear
What if, I could not see, would
you sight the tree of life, for my
being beauty, against the
nurtured lands.
What if, I could not hear, would
you listen, to the calmness, of
the sea, to break it through.
What if, I could not touch,
would you be, my hands, of a
soft silky pillow, to embrace
me.
What if, I could not walk, would
you be, that crutch, under-
wing, to head me to triumph,
along the sand, one on one.
What if, I could not cry, would
you, shed my tears, among
yours, to drown them, in a
whirl-pool.
What if, I had A broken heart,
would you be, the one to heal,
it's pain, and nurse it back to
health, with a band aid.
What if, I was hungry, would
you be, the one to feed, this
starving soul, in A hopeful
need, to guidance.
Just what if, I say to let it, all
go, and hand Jesus the wheel...
NUFF LUV to everyone who's doubted
The power of our Lord Jesus Christ, for he
Is Our rock, and savior to everlasting life,
I adore thee....Amen
Carma Reed
June 3rd, 2012
Me and you without a clue
Of half the things that we'll go through
From early morn till late at night
Side-by-side through this life
Riding high this Tilt-A-Whirl
You will always be my girl
Up and down in and out
Both of us squarely spinning round
Clearly not a piece of cake
Making do with the desserts we make
A many-faceted diamond, rounded pearl
I'm so blessed that you're my girl
Grooming all we know with a fine-tooth comb
Then placing a bow on our happy home
It's our belief that sets us free
And I believe in you and me
Whatever goes down in this crazy world
You will always be my girl
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
Only four feet off the ground,
Suspended on netted strings.
They tangled us in a bound
Within our forsaken wings.
Chirping of night time bugs
Sink into our mind, it hugs.
Adorning stars fall in your eyes,
Fulfilling your spirit as it flies.
Fears of frolicking goodbyes,
Leads me in a never-ending trance.
Don’t listen to your mindless lies,
Follow the glory and give it a chance.
Our cruel afflictions raise concerns,
Yet the field of amor seldom dries.
The flower pearl of your life burns.
The power whirl of your strife yearns.
Look at me in the eyes,
This is not a disguise.
The concrete and plastic, chrome domed
bricked up auditorIum rang
like a hollow bell,
a meager few red skins circle the stadium seats
like smoke from a mythical “peace” pipe
ragged, distilled, diluted, distraught, “dised”
A 21st century ablution of angst.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
All semblance of nature betrayed
by polyester tassels and cheap Crayola yarn fringe,
a sneakers and moccasins mix,
only the whistle-drum, and sage smoke sanctifies.
Circles form, crouching over polyurethane floors
silver hair, braids and hands harden; they bear,
bore the “dis” missive, disdain,
the balm of music eased all the pain.
Round shoulders meet, sidelong glances;
old and young form for dances.
The roof “dis” appears becomes the night sky
air vibrates with the heart thumping of stick on skin,
and so WE, the PEOPLE begin.
Chants warm the taunt throats of man;
a whistle trills the coyotes howl.
Heartbeat sings a drum song,
bowed and bent the circle dancers form.
Stomp, twirl, braids a whirl, winged dancers rattle and bell.
Mans peacock form no longer forlorn rises above the well.
Chant the tell tale heart,
the sorrow the joy, drum thumpers hatchets fall
on the neck of a starry night.
Drum and dance invite…..
scream,….soul song, smoke dream,
eyes daze in a reverent scheme.
Step softly into the chamber of dreams,
Where reality unravels at the seams.
Close your eyes, let your senses unfurl,
As imagination begins to whirl.
Can you taste the colour of midnight blue?
Or hear the silence of morning dew?
Feel the texture of a distant star,
As it whispers secrets from afar.
Now, let your thoughts take flight,
Soar beyond the bounds of sight.
Paint the sky with shades unknown,
Harvest melodies yet ungrown.
Imagine a world where trees converse,
Where shadows dance and clouds rehearse.
Where your fingertips can trace the wind,
And forgotten memories are rescinded.
Breathe in the scent of tomorrow's dawn,
Feel yesterday's echoes softly drawn.
Let your mind create a new dimension,
Where time bends at your intention.
Picture a place where dreams take root,
Where ideas bloom and bear strange fruit.
A realm where impossibility dies,
And wonder fills infinite skies.
Now, open the doors of perception wide,
Let imagination be your guide.
For in this space between your thoughts,
Universes are born and battles fought.
Can you see it? The endless expanse,
Where does creativity lead the dance?
This is your mind's true dominion,
Where imagination spreads its pinion.
So linger here, in this mental sphere,
Where the extraordinary draws near.
For in imagination's embrace,
You'll find your most magical place.
Oh! The generous buoyant breeze
You help the earth revolve with ease
Beaming the news of a flower that unfurls
And to outreach bees, insects and flies
Here and there, you just twirl, curl and whirl
Fetching facts of water levels of lakes
Traveling miles and crossing continents
You spread data to storks, ducks and crakes
Diffusing fragrance of the flowers
Transmitting aroma of the home food
Carrying enticing tunes of the bamboo
Disseminating whispers of the lovers
Relaying secrets of spectacular seasons
Oh! The generous buoyant breeze
You help the earth revolve with ease
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!