Long Yesternight Poems
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Have you not looked upon horizons pink,
Outstretched from dreary skies of yesternight,
That vanquish tearful blue as cottons blink
And gray reflects the glow of lunar light?
Are stargazed lilies grown for one alone -
A selfish king who chains the royal moon?
Defiant highness knows, despite his throne,
That petals plucked tomorrow wilt too soon.
Don’t claim your wretched sonnets poetry
Because all lines adhere to rules defined;
No beauty breathes where vibrant imagery
Has fallen victim of the poet’s mind.
Your broken records spin in days gone by
While you refuse the right of time to die.
Crack! I lay, beneath me creaking
Hath it taken from me? What to give?
Mayhaps yesternight another seeking
For not many there is to live
It approaches, shaking, floors creaking
To thee I will never forgive
The black, slender arms reach
It thrashes! THRASHES, thrash–
Follicles, it pulls, off me, I screech
With many a fang, I faintly see a gnash
Holding me, gripping such as a leech
Of my being, will you bash?
Desires faintly protruded, of a glare
I wanted to feel an embrace so warm
Instead, I long, gasping for air
Of my strangled state, you aware of enorm
Thirsted for love, endearment not there
Just us, our state one described deform
Despite conditions, not a sound shall hang
As I know we are bound to meet again
Bound, bound beneath thee embrace and fang
Thy body, slim and slime, gets off now then
You’ll return, but you go with a bang
As I am left to wonder when
The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight
to lend a charm to each and all.
The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.
Around the fire stood bold knights
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.
Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.
Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our
together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest
love and lips parted in the merriest laughter,
In my fantasy, you spoke softly with
the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some
strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain
assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is!
Did we hold hands? Or is my imagination fraught
with frenzied desire? The day we first met in 'our'
garden behind your house brings back the sweetest
memories... I still hear and rejoice with the songs
of finches, bees and the billowy breeze. Then, there are
the myriad flowers I scent even today! Those
wildflowers you wove into a beautiful bouquet that
Spring evening? - I have them preserved - Yes, they tell
me the 'secrets' we shared and our promises of
'forever'... Emotion in my eyes as devotion cries in my saddest,
loneliest hour, I wish dreams came true! ~ my last coherent thought...
"Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
Atlast,I found her,
She is one of a kind,
I call her my queen,
For hers is a royal heart,
She makes my days,
Brightens my moments,
How I wish you see her…
Her body shape,bootylicious,
Her lips,soft & delicious,
Whenever she walks,
I consider myself king,
Coz hers are palace strides,
For sure she is beautiful…
They say love makes one crazy,
I swear am insane,
The love dose of chlorpromazine,
Has left me in live state sedation,
Cant wait to spend a lifetime.
Her always bewitching smile,
That’s my weakness,
Whenever she does it perfectly,
My heart melts,yeah with love,
Leave alone the intimate kiss,
I telk you,I must be in love with an angel…
Yesternight we made a covenant,
She said our love had become malgnant,
I,by a surprise went on my knees,
Soon hers will be Mrs Igweee…
Cant wait to spend with her,
Watch her perfect body all day,
Taste her all time delicacies,
Kiss her passionately PRN,
And make her always feel like a woman…
Nine months down the line,
I will be caressing your pump
As it grows,I will listen to it,
Just as a sign of eagerness,
Good gracious,you will have twins,
A perfect blessing from God,
Please Lord,I rest my case upon you.
I promise,I will be the best hubby,
I will never make your cheeks chubby,
Instead I will shower you with love,
Peace in our family will be of a dove,
Imagine me daddy and you mommy,
My love,you so precious,
I will treat you preciously.
Merci.
Poet Igweee
Yea, I Admit Being A Little Uptight...
Yet,...this baby boomer surrenders
since many an elapsed yesternight
to inevitable (albeit gradual)
cosmic fusion with universal spright
notched calendrical anniversary, mine
nondescript birth doth invite
quiet acknowledgement between
January twelfth and fourteenth 2019
lengthening shadows of twilight
years ordain nothing more slight,
than mine chronological meter,
which will tabulate LX orbitz
completed round the sun, a sight
hardly worth promulgating,
cuz I haint nothin but right
smack dab in the average
range as applies to quite,
a vast (perhaps a bajillion)
fellow Earthlings, somewhat polite
chap minding requisite p's
and q's (i.e. prime quality),
nonetheless being cordial, insight
full, how all knowing Universal
studios theatrical playwright
offers no exemption against
facing rigor mortis plight,
and if necessary
shines blinding searchlight,
hence the ultimate countdown
deliverance into eternal night,
or perchance afterlife might...
awash with marshmallow
clouds plus tangerine
skies, amidst kaleidoscopic flying kite
inescapable, yet...I oft wonder
if one can prepare
being hermetically sealed airtight
or if cremation chosen option
retain even a minuscule slight
speck, asper any conscious recall
kept alive by family and friends,
who sorrowfully bite
lower lip reminiscing
close curtain calls bloody fight,
sans that brawling night
in Casablanca, or nearly
(Al) most (Gore)d at bullfight.