Spring Sonnet
The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.
Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.
Scooping composted chicken & steer
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling in costly mineral grit -
Then turning the soils, crushing silt nuggets.
The difficult tasks done, seeds in the grounds –
October pumpkins will surround the mounds.
In Battery Point, two centuries stayed
Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic
Paired attic windows see civility made
From grim past pioneering treachery awoke
Piston motion push n pull combustion
Cloudy tea cups cultivate cow cud, churn
Tangible treaties are carved, thrusting
Structure schools crops convened return
Stood in a line, life dictates we press
Our progenies - dominoes, foretell demise
Dots identify, dark remains nameless
Two sided story - twists a spritely surprise
Federation funds finds plenty plausible
Bundled under blankets, cash in chest reserve
Heritage heirloom has relic resourceful
Epic ends agony against environment of verve
18th April
Ate what our ancestors Sprinkled
Momma lies in the old, old cemetery --
[A space] and then her third grandchild
Stillborn after long, disappointing labor.
Now largely neglected, I go when I can
Seldom seeing a living soul thereabout,
I put money in a caretaker’s wooden box
Hoping he’ll mow the old section clean
Of thistles, and briars, and overgrowth
Before Memorial Day.
The older generation are buried there,
Grands and greats from the old country
Come to work the mines, buy farmland,
Start afresh in the new world overseas.
Their progenies are in a new cemetery
Perpetual care, a few miles to the west
With a luxurious-looking mausoleum,
Flat stones and always well-manicured
Before Memorial Day.
Written August 9, 2022
Life goes on past my lifetime.
Hard to believe...
Bereft!
I think I shall watch from heaven.
Better than a blockbuster movie —
the other side of nasty and nice.
Shall I turn toward those golden streets?
Greet each day at the Pearly Gates?
Or shall I look downwards to my progenies
to see the mess or mass celebration.
I hear the ecstasy of choiring cherubim.
I turn toward fruity trees releasing
color, shape and scent.
I take an unforbidden bite.
Each bite releases endorphins.
Doubting her meal will turn out right.
Burnt rice, too crispy chicken.
Oh...oh...she’s turned her face
in the right direction.
Correction of error.
Giving thanks to God Almighty.
Now I’m all ears —
she has my attention.
Does she feel my smile?
I’ll hug her for awhile.
6/12/2021
democrats and liberals
progenies of Satan
weaponizing politics to achieve
their twisted agendas
Fallacious prophets
altering God's word
cannibalizing America's youth
emotionally and spiritually
One need only open their eyes
to witness the moral decay
to see the rotten fruit of fear
spread by these demonic messengers
Perspired with pertinacity to bring up their progenies cozily,
Indescribably fondled them to make them smile forever !
Built brick by brick their dreams about their off springs,
Hoped they would be cared in their twilight existence !!
Attained bread-winner status and focused on their selfish ends,
But nonchalant towards the plights of the *** of their lives !
Not shared their anguish and joy played hide-seek with them,
Immeasurable is their love which brings no ecstasy to them !!
Dawned on them are the trials and tribulations,
Unheeded are their biological clock reminders of their hunger !
Precluded them their self-esteem from mendicanting,
Pestering hunger enfeebled them day-by-day!!
Villainous were they to throw the old ones from their home,
Knew nothing where to go and stay!
Marched out without destination,
Accompanied them their tears and sorrows !!
Ponderously made it to a place to seek shelter,
There a good Samaritan took care of them !!
THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH
‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks.
The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix.
There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole.
The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of coal.
Children’s toys were strewn about the snow, having been blown
by giant straws and how those cookie crumbles must have flown.
Those uproarious Rudolph’s progenies doubled over with ice cold tears.
Meanwhile Santa’s in a snit, not at all jolly nor filled with holiday cheer.
Red noses, beeping and blaring, poking out, jumping, scaring
on this Winter-white night when the sled should be ready and raring
to leap to each home, slide down chimneys or their substitute holes
and put smiles on cherubic faces but for naughty reindeer out of control!
11/26/2018
The Night Before Poetry Contest/Joseph May
The Call To Justice
When the days turn sourer
And the month turns dark
With the years flinging to return no more
Only the lonely already will thrive.
When the hopes of the Negros grow faint
Buried in the bellies of men in high positions
Who sit only for their own interests
With the future of the weak vanquishing into endless strife
Caused by the city’s loafers who do nothing but enjoy.
When the homeless graduates turn murderers
And jobless men are marked languid
Yet only the men in high positions progenies relish
Then let those who have never been wronged laugh.
Let those whose eyes long for just days stand!
Let the men, women and children of our nations
Be awaken from their breathless sleep
So all looters in high positions will flee
From the wrathful wrist of Anas’ restless tiger eyes.
Karma
That is life
Times have informed me, “ you will reap what you sow ”.
Times passing – these words, deep – I have come to know.
Throughout the years, many moments have come to show,
throughout time, my progenies’ tears, they come and they go
throwing life’s rivers into raging torrents as it doth flow
towards unknown planes, new dimension that doth glow,
in their darkness, as spirits, as souls begin a journey to grow
until we all come back to that place which we once did know
B. J. “A ” 2
October 3rd 2016
May a New Year of 2016
Be the harbinger of effervescence
To the denizens of sacrosanct cosmos
Of your genealogy,
That conjures up the fragrance
Of your providential traits,
And conflagrates the impurities
Of your word, deed and action,
Invokes the Supreme Soul to grant clemency
Of the naive actions of your progenies
Whose indeed heroic legacy is the towering example to posterity,
Thus the land with indomitable,
Irresistible, irrevocable minds
Are in fact the scintillating stars.
Kenya A Hotbed Of Awes
Hahaha! Hahaha!
Do not get me wrong!
As they crave for the savoury outdoor success,
As they are mounted and motivated to hoist the flag of their motherland high,
They spread the indomitable terror to others,
They shake the mighty powerhouse,
That shows you that they are team Kenya,
Under the unification of their national anthem,
A hotbed of untamed talent,
A cradle of humankind,
The genesis of absolute history making,
It is the team Kenya, proud team Kenya.
See how records wobbles when it hears Kenya?
Witness how silverware, tries to shun away,
When they feel the long gaits spreading on tracks,
And mighty prowess shooting the spear, of goal orienting success,
Proud the team Kenya,
Open your eyes to see the seismic smiles,
To salute the flag Kenya on podium,
As the country joins the team to anthem the supremacy baked by her progenies,
You might awe it or not,
But she send her progeny to spread the terror,
Indeed Kenya is a hotbed of terror,
Am proud Kenyan, proud team Kenya
AS THE COUNTRY CRIES
They calmly catches the cold from county,
Her calamitous cries crept to champion the country,
Her progenies cheers to cause pain for the plain,
And the the peaceful people lead to spray the peace like plane,
Her veins of county has no peace's,
As the terror, mounts petrifies nation to pieces,
Hear tears strolls and leave the mark of disgust,
As the bitter month of the satanic august,
The table of peace turn to toil on troubles,
And serve the people with plates of horribles,
As the nation breaks into tears of discomfort,
While the venom spread at it waist as the great serpent of comfort,
The cry of the virgin nation.
Threshold(s) Hail thee
The path that delivers I will elevate;
For the life that lives deserves whole eternal,
In the place of rest that saints will dominate.
The many battles fought to safeguard a trait,
To let a brood with no lore of nominal.
The path that delivers I must elevate.
Not she rests assured by nature’s salvage date.
This life yet renders bosoms for cardinal:
To nourish…, enrich this trait to dominate.
From ‘yes’ I breathe to still ‘no’ I defecate.
These, I owe house of notional tribunal.
For that life’s deliverance I will elevate.
Progenies I, owe this life that promulgate
News of me to flora and fauna’s astral.
I owe this life for those gifts to dominate.
Nerve not she got, to stand tests to procreate
Won’t my lines have been thrown in lone nocturnal?
This path that delivers I will elevate,
To the place of rest that saints will dominate.
©A.O, 4/4/2014.
Dedicated to my mother and my father. And parents alike.
Thinking back, unto the movie 'Lifeguard; it's waning empty shores ?
Summer's coming then going, another year gone by: gazing across her waters
Gray skies you were never a friend of mine: cast amid your manipulating
Riptides this folly an axiom such truth ? Until one day the curtain was drawn by then
Purpose yet invoked while all became unraveled a bit askew: damage control searching
Insomnia's caverns for his painted pony etched, of ancient walls ? Hocus-pocus powder blue....
Antiquated maxims their stigma ? Progenies, circling time's tower; as love's ocean deluvial, she speaks.
You want them to be as yourself, morally depraved ever reaching
Towards the darkness; to further these covert, self-serving agendas ?
Sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar atop of Phi Beta Kappa's nose; scholastic
Piranhas aspiring to one day don the coveted dictatorial pitch black robes....
A true Pharisee in contemporaries era apart from this circumcision such mockery
Shadow boxing with your own ignorance but you want the world to be just like you ?
Raping hearts stripping souls these harlots chasing ghost their fathers sold
Amid verbalisms golden wagons crossing this new frontier and crossbone bottles
Purchased from her progenies pharmacy at Havard's school of bend to breaks
Subjugatings oppressive dogmatic law ? Refusing to enter Light's temple..
While chaining others these children blinding their eyes barriers aside your
Pagan's pain judicial refrain morally depraved ever reaching ?
...."Martha, I Am the resurrection." *
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