There was a Biblical character, Ananias
Whose personality traits were surely manias
He was a liar, liar, liar
Minus the Holy Spirit hit hell's fire
Ananias had a wife named Sapphira
Who swayed like the palm, palmyra
Her desire was to husband who was a liar
Now she is roasting in that hot hell fire
Manias- an irrational but irresistible motive for a belief or action
This clerihew taken from Biblical passage Acts 5: 1-10, loosely interpreted
catcher of random ideas
crusher of artistic hindrance
creator of new manias
creature of creative deliverance
definitely mischievous
dark and witchy
dramatically mysterious
daring to be bitchy
effective yet unconventional
eccentrically unique
evasive and emotional
ecstatically I seek
to blatantly awaken
something lovely and spiritual
a vibrant inspiration
true and beautiful
can you guess my name?
no one can forget
the nature of my game
for, I am Poet!
Lost
Crushed by the weight of confusion
doubt and uncertainty my mind reels
like spindles from a broken axle
Disjointed configuration of mangled
manias hurdling out of control
till restored clarity should arrive
resetting sanity
Debris strewn concourse defiles my uncharted path
broken axis running pitching me headlong
toward every ditch
Thumbing down past paradise oases that are tricks of the Sun
then heart time is paralyzed by each step closer
The undulating waving mirage before these seeking eyes
blur scant revelation
the vision concealed in shadow too deep for concentration
If I skip sleep and skip my med's tonight
against my doctor's warning, I'll soon hear
the strident voices trumpet loud and clear,
unnerving me,--trust me, it's no delight!
When I'm bipolar I fail to comply
and manias become fearfully near
'til I'm committed three times ev'ry year;--
it's a pain that puts my life on standby.
Life with my ups and downs can be frantic,
a crucible, a challenge, and a test;
at times this mad disease makes me panic
with madness, brilliance, and profound unrest
so frightful; (O God, help me when I'm manic!)
alas, its curse is rapture that's unblest!
Earth
Mono syllables are potent
But are best left untouched
They call for a gargantuan grasp.
For this monumental mono
Commonplace,though
With a contemporary spin,
A monologue just wont do.
And without a twin,
Its original ware ,hard and soft ,
Ever a win-win
Holder of holocausts
Moulder of magnificence
Fairly fed on presaging gods
Fielding primordial fate
Flourishing and floundering
Female-male fecundity
Llipid life limpet like stuck
In non- finite lines, measured out
And treasured nonetheless
In miles and guiles,
Millennia and manias
Form: Freeverse
3 May 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Giorgio's ' Impress me-5' contest.
Motif: Philosophical, old poem
Irritable and frustrated.
Very easily distracted.
Trying to come down,
from a high overacted.
Understand it’s not my
desire, to react as such.
Care instead of claiming,
bipolar is just a crutch.
The mania has subsided,
my better half setting in.
Depression now knocking,
with its dark smug grin.
Darkness now my master,
he’s once again on time.
Binding me to this torment,
of a mental state of crime.
Help is no longer an option,
I asked you manias ago.
Stating it’s all in my head,
this craziness that I show.
I did educate with reason,
asking you to listen openly.
You dismissed me as usual,
and my menial constant pleas.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned,
over the course of my disease.
Is that you have to love yourself;
you’re the only one you have to please.
On one side
One person omitted from a dozen
On the other side
Five added to six persons
Making two over doubles scores
Scrabbling with the round leather with passion
All in the quest for action
But occasionally with a distinct fashion
Separated by a mad man
Running from pole to pillar
With a whistle in his mouth
Plagued alongside two other manias
Raising a piece of cloth
Coiled in a stick at each others half
Watched by frenzy fanatics at an open ground
The twenty-two persons are
Baptised with the name players
Desperate with zeal to hit the leather
Into a rather big fish net pillared by a pole
Behind the glove man
They seek to keep the round leather
Tossing it around with a rare
Aesthetic beauty that is only common
Across the Niger Area in the black continent
With a rhythmic samba beat in the Pele continent.
Nothing brings joy and unity like the round leather.
Alayande Stephen. Tolulope
21st ,October, 2005
1.11pm
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