Killick Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
The weight of his dog on his mind
There were no makeups, makeovers
… there was a makeshift as death was calling
One sacrifice that could save his family
Out of reach, out of breath, out of gas
The boat rocked with the crashing waves
With the regular anchor broken
He said his Hail Marys and passed
The rocky shoreline begged for prayer
It was low tide in the most figurative way
As the white crest of waves fought the jagged rocks
Father, mother, and three kids kneeled at the altar
As the family pet that stood vigilant earlier
... now gone along with a lifetime of tears
About 100 yards from doom, the dog came to rest
Seagulls flying above are disappointed
Down The Street, As I Was Drifting With The City's Human Tide
Down the street, as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
No uplifting, inspiration, naught to sway what's deep inside,
Unchecked be I, street-smart am I, though a drifter sort of guy,
Open to change, howbeit strange, live life high sipping mai tai,
Then the next day, I went astray, drunken mess and high on drugs,
In alleyways, some days all nights, hooker's life hitting the clubs,
Clinical checkups, plastered in makeups, living on the street,
Butcher, baker, and candlestick-maker, clients that we meet,
Once in a while, comes one in style, are mesmerize and beguile,
Be careful, and gentle, wild they are, wear an innocent smile,
Certain occasions all sobered-up, I catch a walk outside,
Wide-eyed seeing faces, humans currently drift with the tide.
2020 March 06
1.
Tired and desperate,
I walked out of the house
and out of poverty!
2.
The housefly perches
again on the cow dung
and back to our food!
3.
The sun sets by itself
Leaving nothing behind,
Not even a shadow.
4.
The sun rises this morning
Frowning at yesterday
and its sins.
5.
Birthdays,
Boys drink to stupor
Beautiful girls hide behind makeups.
6.
A green snake
Fork-tongued, licking from my tap
I, holding a bucket and a towel helplessly.
7.
The mosquito,
Pot-bellied from my blood,
Escapes through my clutched fingers!
Then Wele Khakaba turned and spoke thus
True beauty is everlasting; temporary beauty is dust and is for a time
Thy judgment of beauty is an error
For thy yardsticks are looks, appearances, effects and proportions
Thy verdict of beauty is a mistake and booboo
For thy scale is shapeliness, loveliness of build and belle tournure
Thy conclusion is warped and misrepresented
For thy measure is physical charm, curvaceousness and sexiness
It is earthly delicateness, cuteness and earnestly cunningness
All earthly beauty is human makeups and cosmetics,
They are lip rouge, nail polish, greasepaint, clown white and mascara
True beauty is eternal
True beauty is what Wele Khakaba creates
I create for glory and for beauty that transcends
I do garnish the creation with preciousness
I create and do crown it with royalty
To show the peoples and the princes the essence of beauty
All my creations are fair to look on
Murumwa, one thing thou should have asked of me
That will thou seek after
That ye may dwell in the house of perfect elegance and delight
All the days of thy life
To behold the beauty of the Creator of creators
And to inquire in his sanctuary
makeups falsity....
false facade
false persona
makeups falsity....
mask warn to impress
mask painted upon the facial canvas
makeups falsity....
used to cover up imperfections
used to cover up impurities
makeups falsity....
used to falsely attract
used to falsely mask insecurities
makeups falsity....
society's subliminal messages
that "they' try and shove down
little girls throats
makeups falsity....
society's brainwashing
of youth to conform to
what your supposed to look
like
makeups falsity....
I have a very brief confession
that I have to make.
It's about the selfies
and it'll make you break.
I only wear glamorous tops
during my homemade shots,
Since bottoms aren't seen
And only the face is on screen.
I give all my efforts
In putting some makeups
Just to look pretty on my selfie
And wrote on it -- hashtag no makeup.
I put on my lipsticks
And do the sexy duck face,
Then captioned the output with bible quotes
Though it doesn't relate.
Mom wondered
Why I locked myself in my room.
Oh please, I was just doing a selfie
and surprisingly came out well groomed.
This heart was once a bed of
roses
But now the flowers are
withered.
And no glue can mend it.
The morning dew will fall
aground
And the butterflies will die of
thirst
Because all the roses are gone.
This heart was once a wall of
defense
But now it is broken in pieces
No builder can rebuild it.
The ties that bounds is broken
And the center can no longer
hold
Sadly, things are fallen apart.
This heart was once the home
of smiles and beauty
But now overtaken by tears and
frowns
No makeups can change it.
The betrayal of a friend is so
hurting
And trust is a treasure now
missing
I doubt if love can happen
once again.
Written & Authored by:
Ebenezer O. Akinrinade (CYFI
Fellow)
Blog: http://
gent2smile.blogspot.com
Email: gent2poetry@gmail.com
Tel: +2348027701092
Twitter: @gent2smile
Copyright © 2013
They're smiling at her
not with her
as she walks down the hallway
her and her boo was a perfect picture.
So happy they seem to be
the breakups
then makeups
like your average teens.
Suddenly he called it quits
was her ears deceiving?
was she dreaming?
she's not hearing it.
Her friends said she'll get through
but to watch as he walks away with another girl
was deeply killing her
how would they know what she was ready to do.
Why wasnt she able to catch on to him?
and what he was doing behind close closets
his love for her? hell! he lost it
she believed him over them.
Her friends didnt like him a lot
they said he's not your type
you know dogs, all they do is just bite
maybe or maybe not.
A good girl and a bad guy
sometimes mixed
sometimes didnt
with him, she was shy.
No more is that good girl here
she had changed
she flirts and spits game
now he wants to be there.
His sexy creation
rocking his name
pleeease, nothing had changed
or maybe it was he imagination....