Upon this rock, was my fate etched
By the hands of Akooke Olemo.
I lingered on her laps like mummy’s boy,
Though my own blood at me, distantly beckoned.
Her Martian hand nurtured and nourished me,
And made me dance to the Luo drumbeats;
Singing sweet songs in tongues, tongues of discord;
Music that ruggedly rutted the faces of my kinsmen!
Then our native drums sounded a call,
A call to a wayward son of the soil,
An invitation long awaited,
A time for initiation into the ways of Ateker.
And to the cadence of Atenus beats, my feet did rebel.
Now, to my motherly rock, I must return;
For in her rough rugged back,
Was my dismally dark destiny scribbled:
“Emoit.”
L-itterateur
U-ses
O-ne
Z-estful
H-eart
I-n
H-aving
A-uthored
I-deas
Topic: Birthday of poet Luo Zhihai (December)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
o' the past,
thorny past (beyond fog )
you are forgettable!
for that, poor heart hides itself
into the deep water (stability)
to be appeased of the past
the intolerable (thin bamboo) heart
comes to my tattered hut
wants to remind the past
cause- written ink although dried up
yet, its fragrance is alive and it strikes the heart
-January 30, 2019 Chattogram
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From my comment on Luo Zhihai's Poem: Poetry And Ink Are Fragrant (at POEMHUNTER.COM)
L-ife
U-ses
O-ne
Z-enith
H-aving
I-llumination
H-ighest
A-nd
I-mmeasurable
Topic: Birthday of poet Luo Zhihai (December)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ife
U-ses
O-pen
Z-one
H-aving
I-nfinite
H-ope
A-nd
I-magination
Topic: Poet (Luo Zhihai)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Fee-On-Her Joy
The peril of the real epitome of African goddess,
Her gift packed neatness pouted love in her,
That has been brewed from Luo love pot,
Her lips lithe in the coat of spicy charm,
As she slough, the hot, sharp, and pleasant heart beating echoed voice,
In a mouth full of jibes from the blessed blossom balmed lips,
Arousing their loins at the joint of thigh,
As if it was fee-on-her, that gives birth to their joy,
She is real artistry of long lost African goddess,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.
A beau clamoured with joy to charm-hypnotized eyes,
Your enchantment leaves,
The mind free to ride,
An up and down undulating waves of dreams,
As a thin sleekly silver, chain adorns your tender neck,
And disappears into the deep ‘V’ cut,
Between, the budding bust thrust of your breast,
For those who do not know you,
Awes the bog of jealousy to your African knotted body,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.
Feng shui " Wind and Water", Cosmic Breath..
Tell me are you orientated in the East or the West ?
West people gravitate to the SW,W,NW and EW .
East Persons face to the directions that are left.
Both West and East people should turn to their best directions
Shimmy to the right ,keep it simple and not too complex..
Now grab your partner, doe-si-doe ,do the promenade,
turn around once ,Courtsey and do it all over again..
Apply the Luo Pan with the Pa Kua and swing to the right.
Mime sweet dreams baby with angels full of bright light.