ARROWS AND QUIVERS
,
Arrows and quivers,
Of the common people,
Glued to his shoulders,
He walks incognito,
His paths are invisible,
Like the speed of light he runs,
On the roof tops he walks unnoticed like an ant.
Comes in the colors of shadow,
And with camouflage of a chameleon,
That perches on a tree,
The whistle of his arrow roars like lion,
Sticking to the chest of its prey.
The terror of the tyrants,
Hundreds of troops to guard,
But he breaks the flanks and strikes,
Down are the tyrants,
That terrorize the weak,
Though he strikes,
But his sword is never stained with blood.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2018,NOV 10{whatsapp 07061816037}
Categories:
quivers, anti bullying, leadership, satire,
Form: Didactic
When a puny mind
with no virtue of humility
Tries to reach the heights above
But threatened by a fall into
the depths below
A life with no intentional destiny
No bivouac
No ideal but tedium
Quivers full of arrows
But with no fixed target
An unforetold obscurity
A menace only to whom who wants
The plaudits of men
Categories:
quivers, confusion, identity,
Form: Classicism
I soak in his wheezed language
drenching my breath ,as twilight rips
the lining of my skin; a massive fire
slowly rolling upon our chests…
as the lion in him kneads a melodious
rambling that the climbing heat,
the serenade of minstrel’s tunes
gushes on this day through a café’s view.
Then once, twice, thrice with gentle
stutter of outstretched whispers---
through the lure of a need humming---he
could not speak clearly beyond the gardens.
In a flash, like a hungry soul let loose,
my steady mate quivers in beats
as the singer drones ' The Way You Look Tonight.'
“ Will you carry my name and be
this guy's lifetime bride?” Secretly, the potion
of my craving finally explodes!
Sounds of The Day Contest
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Resubmitted 6/20/2016
Categories:
quivers, romantic,
Form: Light Verse
quivers in winter's
chilling northerly brisk breeze...
bamboo cane hedgerow
Categories:
quivers, nature,
Form: Haiku
You crave success
in your hunting trip.
That's why
you stuff your quiver
with too many arrows,
spoiling its handle
that hangs on your
shoulder.
You are thirsty,
your mouth and throat
dry as a land
not rain-bathed for
seasons.
That's why
you desire to drink-dry
as many rivers.
Where are your ears?
Let them sip
from the well of wisdom
of our elders
who say:
"moderation arms
better than a thousand
charms
but lack of it surely harms."
Categories:
quivers, social,
Form: Free verse