Book and ministry by Adejola Joseph
Book and ministry
Warring in my member
Book and faith
Which way to go?
Confused as a delayed menstruation
Confounded as an ambushed soldier
I fought and thought
Jah leads the way
Victory is sure
Victory is certain
Hallelujah.
Amen.
sold my crux for poetic flux
to an immortal husk in a tux,
his musk was of the set dusk,
waft of an abattoir in the sun.
he ton of tone and run,
poetic stun gun and it's so fun,
coaxing to come as we begun,
this everyday smoke show pun.
all crossroads hex in texas,
misses of the vexes voodoo temptress,
dyslexic he continues his flex,
till I twist him like a pop - breaking his neck.
mex wicka wick a candle lit
to submit his payment with spirit -
definite light emits a dreamt cadence,
where his limbs go limp in menstruation.
lips stick press to succulent a test,
hollow nostril breath as lipstick vortices,
rousing muses coos in this faded faze
of alumni haze - as I maze his days away.
Jon knew that certain topics were taboo
Like incest and bestiality too
not masturbation
nor menstruation
So, he mixed blood with sperm ~ threw up, one-two
At 13 years of age, a pamphlet
Showed up in my home.
My mother bought it, not to be
The subject of a poem.
It was intended to explain
(A lecture would be worse)
The facts of menstruation,
Often called the “woman’s curse.”
Modess, a manufacturer
Of sanitary pads,
Produced the booklet; it cost
Just a quarter; they made scads.
The title always bothered me,
For what would be the need
To try to get young girls to like
A messy monthly bleed?
A novel I am reading
Brought this little pamphlet back.
A character is using it
For knowledge she does lack.
It’s rare to find a copy
So on Amazon they’re hiking it
To almost 90 bucks, another
Reason for not liking it.
The mystical magical ethereal combination
Of a secret elixir’s initial amalgamation
Gave the warlock and witch dedicated determination
To keep the mysterious combination at their station.
The wicked queen’s expected upcoming coronation
Was as welcomed as a teen’s cramp-filled menstruation
The witch explained this to warlock with weird elation
He was annoyed with her efforts, it caused frustration.
(to a blues riff)
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl,
You're a good good girl.
You're a good good girl
You're a good good girl
You're a blood red girl, you're a woodshed girl
You're a good good girl.
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a bloodshed girl
You're a spit-curl girl, roller derby girl
You're a good good girl.
As the bride cries before the wedding so much,
the groom many years later, as such.
Better asking twice before loosing at once,
male river water feeding ocean female eloquence.
That sea of motions influences the river,
spawning spores and the flow to deliver.
The pleasing role to submit by natures order,
to keep motions of water in needed boarder.
Delta downstream where the sweet meets the salty bitter,
male and female twilight dance and glitter.
Tides of menstruation circles turning to heat,
forces of spirit matter and its sublimity beat.
Adams rip taken to draw the new moon,
creation that flows through the female cocoon.
The silver cup with little golden eggs,
weaving heavens scent into gentle heads.
Natures diplomatic respected fire,
kindled by admiration from mountain higher.
To discover the heart is the greatest initiation,
life is time and death is its dividing appreciation.
The boy- he anxiously awaits his first kiss at fifteen years
The girl- her first menstruation it brought her to tears
The connection- they met at high school in the lunch room
The smiles- they both hit it off... Boom! Boom! Boom!
The date- they set a date to go see a movie
The kiss- this was back in the 60's they were both feeling "groovy"
The relationship- they stayed together for 5 years+
The marriage- the yes's, the I do's, the love...and the trust
The sex- this is when two "new lives"- begins
The children- they born together a fine set of twins
The son- he practiced religion and became a fine preacher
The daughter- she went to college to become a school teacher
The grandparents- they both grew old and lived happily in glory
The boy and girl- this is their life, their togetherness story
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Deodorants,shampoo and strange new thoughts
The anxious adolescent in torment
Tampons,towels. skin care and defence
Confession, absolution, count for naught
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Wet and dry the dreams are wryly bent
We wake confused from what we never sought
The anxious adolescent in torment
The virtues and the vices must be learnt
The will and the desire cannot be bought
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Parents’ words our own strength can augment
But for the nervous, it is much too late
The anxious adolescent, the torment
“Civilised”. we might just kiss a date
Until we lose our heads and challenge fate
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Poor adolescent in this mad torment
Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter?
when from my an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every pain comes to its minimal
then grows beautiful
when it comes to know its significance.
I share every part of my body,
giving its everything
..to such an extent,
that my body remains not mine
it shares its owner.
Every month, I loose blood.
My , abdomen, every part of my body - gives me pain..
For days.. I cry, I hardly move.
I'm a woman that owns a complicated body.
that bleeds and breasts that are hard to carry..
But does that matter?
when from my an infant comes
and when my breasts give milk and warmth.
Every pain comes to its minimal
then grows beautiful
when it comes to know its significance.
I share every part of my body,
giving its everything
..to such an extent,
that my body remains not mine
it shares its owner.
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
Last year, we were the last cloth for the sun,
We were the last layer of the moon on earth,
Thousand stars hung around our love unblown.
Take the last breath that sees faith in me now,
Tomorrow might not come before dawn.
If you see yesterday covered in my palms,
If you see tomorrow running to the east,
I have made it to be so in our last vision
Because you left me here where women
Buy their pad of menstruation and infidelity.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016
With our Shoshone friends and escorts we are headed to the Nez Perce Trail,
an ancient path that joins the West to East, its late August
the pines smell spiced with emerald soul, wise and healthy,
its getting harder to breathe but easier to believe
that we are destin to be the poets of our own history,
Cameahwait and his guides are solemn in their acquiescence
to show us where the Missouri is birthed, reticent they are
we know not why but we are ecstatic to behold the source
which we shall pass before reaching the trail,
uphill into a clearing of gentle jades of green
on ground soft with the moisture of fertility
a thin stream slowly skips through a tumbling journey
as we ascend between the budding hips of this mountain
the stream becomes no more than a gurgling trickle
slipping down from the snowy peaks,
each of us takes a turn standing over this mountain menstruation
with a foot on both sides as a gesture of respect and conquest
how far we've come, and labored
against the whims, fury and power of the Missouri
and here we are, giants above it's innocence,
J.A.B.
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