Short Trumpeted Poems
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Trumpeted a would be King
Wrecking protocol, doing his thing
Senate is on its knees, weak
Congress cowed out of speak
The News was trumpeted from atop Mount Sinai
A Sabbath day of renewal, given to all humanity
Thereon to rest, to refresh -- to recapture Eternity
the kettlleir awakes Lyrics
while the Horns are Frenched
and Trumpeted.
The Snares are rolling the Intro's
then Lyrics are ushered in.
While Chellos and Viola's
compliment the Oboist thing.
Cantar uses Lyrics
and Cantrix listens while
he sings!
Personal poignant passages pure
Odes, oddities, and opinions to opine
Essence of everyday evolution evokes
Truth and tales trumpeted to transcend
Repetition, rhyme; recollections revealed
Yammering and yearning till yarns are yielded
We Create…
I heard something good today
no big deal, it was simple,
but it was nice and gave me hope.
Then I wondered;
does the bad know about this?
Is it worried?
Because a little bit of good
with it's hope
can cancel a lot of bad.
Wars and crime and hate
are trumpeted loudly,
but you have to listen for the good.
That's why I like the quiet.
Oh, if the Heavens were to gash open,
And the angels therein fall out trumpeting,
And if the hells were to exude out to the earth
Its foul breathe and evil sneeze,
And if Man were to be exposed to the very heart of Heavens
And to the iniquity of hell-
And if it was trumpeted Judgment Day,
Man will then defect and by his wit
That heart of the former will he pluck
And fortify the latter with the lock.
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My Adoration to Archangel Zadkiel
Oh Archangel Zadkiel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are trumpeted as “Bringer of Joy”
Goad towards me the beings who don't annoy
Tickle me with God's violet ray of happiness
Be my cheerful clown during my hours of loneliness
With your sheathed saber, prevent me from excruciating pain
From the Temple of Purification, rescue me from untimely bane!
-03/07/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
“OYE” (“HARMATTAN”)
[BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU]
When
On harmattan wings
Flapped iced
Into my oblongata cold
Into moneyless sadness
Of our Saussure’s paper
Locked in
Folic signified signifier
In language
Too much mystique in
Folic signifier signified
Till tides come
When
On glorious dawns day
We acknowledge
That those potholes
We
Wobbled our way through
In
Thorns trumpeted
Into our ears
Too congealed
To hear Bata drums
Hypnotizing us
Into spag queens hall.