Vermillion butterflies of light
cathedral thoughts their aim
as they race towards
a splintered ray, they reign
as Sceptres of love,
for flowers immersed in rain
Categories:
sceptres, appreciation, butterfly,
Form: Rhyme
Radioactive airwaves deduced from isotonic sceptres is a fine nine mile curve of a globe. Spasms are as such a vaulted jolt of a timed acrimonious shiver. But a tepid drying ox can derail a train or a tram so watch carefully for congestion in a city bung. Bunches of beauty. Bananas bungee jumping off a very tall bridge. Boing bounce then in rapid yellow succession. But predessors are neither professors nor professional so profiles play ping pong plates and arriving is a very big pear. Oh hello then. Lavishly looking lovingly lingering leaning loving living life. And a cutlery set moving down a road. Good. Very wise. Advice from a bull frog is very welcomed by a small bug. Hahahaha fish for cakes hahahaha and a bill of duck xxxxx denominational z
Categories:
sceptres, appreciation, bird,
Form: I do not know?
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
sceptres, passionsweet, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!
1
A reed in hand, she comes
Harping a decree of the ancients
Weeping for joy of the prospects
Of our ancestral sceptres:
Swords forged for peace and liberty!
2
Measure this peace of peoples
Sing in the heights of future wars
The shrubs shrug for the cedars
To be cut in the contempt of peace
Prowl in the secrets of sad glories!
3
Freedom is the very word,
A word to be heard in prophesies!
Is she deceiving the celebrate folks?
In markets: mere fools, sad
Tho’ the gods demand the sacrifices!
4
The voices were heard
Far from the Niger’s shores;
O the lagoons quartered the talks
The discourse that could
Determine the flow of Niger’s tears!
5
A white angel blew the trumpet
Humming a foreign dance-style
A native dancer lept into the sky
Calling his neighbours to the stake
Of powers, of shy cry and mourning!
Categories:
sceptres, epicpeace, peace,
Form: Pastoral
Many have lived on this terrestial ball
Their landmarks we will never forget;
Many lived as heroes and men of war
And their victories were golden records broken and set.
Aged millionaires are no were to be found
Only shadows of their gold we find in our museum;
Their mansions and chariots could not abound
Only blueprint of their strength we find on the wall.
The wealth of old oneday faded away
And golden flowers became ugly and withered,
Silver sceptres were broken and burried; at the end of the day
Royal lanes became yeaning desert.
Our life: a country of many things
It's fondations are bundles of nothing
Kings have ruled and warriors fought to get everything
But they all ended up in the ditch of nothing.
Our world: a kingdom of princes and princesses of fame
A dungeon for those who lived in sorrow and shame ;
Alas! i have seen serfs and lords gone insane
Not catching the glimpse that our world is a circle of vain.
Categories:
sceptres, inspirational, life, people,
Form: Verse
The story of a two-sided coin :
Some are lively...many are hungry
elephants are ruling while ants are serving
golds are laughing but rust metals are weeping;
this is the misty story of our life.
The song of a two-way road:
Some are eating ,many are hungry
crowns are healthy but cross are sickly
thrones are dressed while huts are naked;
this is a cloudy song of our world.
The play of the marriage of good and evil:
Some are accepted, many are rejected
robes are favoured but rags are as failures
cites are gorgeous while villages are as dungeon;
this is an obscure scene in our partial playlet.
The case of the union of ups and downs:
Some are in pleasure many are under preasure
cubs are upgraded but lambs are downgraded,
dirty sceptres are acquitted while pure rods are convited;
this is a closed case in our court of lies
Oh life! our life yor life:
The broken circle
some are branded with quality colurs,
many are packed with quantity
tyis the summary of our reality
Categories:
sceptres, life, song, song,
Form: I do not know?