Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Haze
born of
mellow flight
as hunches splay
across foamed pool morn
plop of jaspers echo
icy shriek as chalk mark toe
dips into a whirlpool eddy
to soothe stark reflections so forlorn
Those august palpitating heartbeats
etched in vivid ripple canvass
entwined that fleeting pearl drop
bead keen ink glint token
a pledge once fervent
now rose tinted
phase on brink
of times
lapsed
"One day, . . . I saw the sunset forty-four times! . . . You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad."
Quote from The Little Prince
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Sky, mirror of our hearts,
tries to hide her burning heart under water;
The ocean heaves in empathy
with tears of angst the colour of fire
transforming, slowly, into lava.
Sky, mirror of our hearts..
Roses fall from her cheeks
spreading over pages of transparency
to turn her boundless looking-glass
into a sea of fiery roses
that will soon be devoured by
the charcoal of the night.
Sky, mirror of our hearts,
waits for the serene moon
to veil her smouldered cheeks
with gleams of composed silver.
Sky, mirror of our hearts
that will forever lurk within us,
at twilight, hides her blushing sun
until she re-learns to rise from the ashes
and recommence weaving hope . . .
“NA”
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
I walked through a fire
It scorched and it licked
But my heart remains soft now
All the charcoal bits flicked
What remains is just sadness
At the thought of all loss
Though the flames served a purpose
Burned away all the dross
My hand held another
She got lost in the heat
Want to turn around, rescue
But the mission's complete
I can wait and be hopeful
Pray and hope that she might
Through the smoke and the debris
Emerge cheery and bright
I admit being anxious
As she shouted out 'go'..
Yet this fire we started
Once it smouldered so slow
So my heart it is softened
Not encrusted and black
I just long that our friendship
Can make it's way back
Serenading you with my sincerity
assembling praises in your name
your one glance falls in place
a thousand emotions it resurrects.
Dawn is the new dusk
you pretend and wave it off
but the beauty in it
like an elephant without a tusk.
I wander to find peace
to render apologies apiece
my state of mind eloquent of a mirage
and I stay true to this farce
reality sickens me to the core
bringing redundant conversations to the fore.
Dredging up new barriers
setting up new boundaries.
Parsing life stuck at this juncture
now I run slower
and a lot less hunger
our differences like embers
time smouldered them
now settled beneath the ashes forever
still flickering by power of faith
memories waiting for someone to remember.
and then there was nothing …
a distant echo of vacant abnegation
of purpose meaning delusion
yet a sense of unease flooded
nonchalant meditation
a void with no abyss
refused to make way to Nirvana
sandalwood marched like an Army of thoughts
burnt the loin cloth uncovered nudity beyond
imagination when the deluge breathed in flickers
blistered Nirvana scorched emotions and reason
as the heroine neared the apocalypse
her skin glowed in the dark
the sparkle set the fig tree on fire
infused the begging bowl with fragrance
of attention to the Here and Now
engulfed by her own flames
she flashed smouldered remains
revoked her precocious funeral pyre
tied frivolous misconceptions to the stake
if I really wanted to be nothing
I would hide in my womb …
21st April 2021
Towns lay in ashes as soldiers marched to the sound of defeat
Clowns mocked surrender and wiped mascara off sooty cheeks
Frowns disguised shrapnel of eyeshadows in languishing tears
Gowns shredded doubts and hope when a bugle blessed the meek
Swords pointed to power conquest when the crowd counted demise
Chords draped around dangled from trees to deter any rebellion
Lord’s message in tatters within realms of madness’ resurrection
Hoards of dismembered dreams applauded proud victor’s medallion
Feasts of slaughter rape pillage and murder seeded on crushed bones
Priests blessed an altar of battle cries to end wars of glorious nations
Beasts fed on human carrion as vultures spread torn sacred flesh
East’s dawning of sunshine smouldered in corpses for fast consecration
Fires reflected in hollow eyes distorted the rise of conscience in prayer
Desires glimmered one final breath on the way to moribund elation
Suppliers of money and weapons cheered cripples and rocketing shares
Friars and liars however were torched as purveyors of deadly salvation
01st February 2020
a carvery the sadistical it plough the salt on pewter it swords poles, rods,
it makes that satic it means a Conan, it twilight it scourges, it raid the emcamp it ask not
a baby humanity it ask not in eye, it had it gouged out
it asked the arm torn off it asked the nimrouiB Khan it asked it carried the a pole 50foot og long it made
it decapitated its own men women, child has thrown o'er these off a wall, 10s oh thousands
i sleuth it winds, it smouldered they ofh it made decapitated, a head oh a stick, do tell oh the inge
it taught og these own it asked oh me taught of the body og
women, i asked it Sorceri it Sargent it ask og me how is it the sticks, here is Herod, it me plough how we did meek it slaughtered
be me it taugh a central og it body part removal made a fistula
feed feel not it make of a feminine it made she, it stolen her it made i
me slouch a i a child is made a man, he Wilders the post
be k be known it hunted humanity it body become of apple
When the repellant acid rain came,
the silica image gloomed darkly
into sobbing disintegration
Embers of flickering hope
smouldered deep in the heart of despair
Passion dying to be re-ignited,
only sparked
a saline immolated tearful incineration
Distance was a skeleton key,
overcoming temporal relativity
was a spatial mistake
Stretch marks of lost time ...
candles snuffed
on the anniversary cake
Emotional composure
had an elasticity expiration due date
Hardening of the arteries —
love can’t flow in a vacuum
Premature, incubated promises
won’t grow in a dark room
Umbilical desires
got an ultrasound hole cut in the chest
Covers unturned ...
pillow sighs smothered a feeble breath
Bosom reasons for embracing neglect
is a mirage yearning
Borrowed time is an unrequited debt,
paid by the spurning
When the Venus rains came,
the mirror image burned brightly ...
then disappeared, ever so slowly
Death of an icy love affair,
dissolved
in glacial, decomposed fashion —
As misty, crypt wails
ascend in the deserted air
What recently smouldered
now grips to my shoulders
a prickled and frosty forepain,
a pre-emptive breath
while selectively deaf
to the gut contradicting the brain.
No plural demise
from oceanic eyes
could drown my heart ablaze,
my will shall not bend
while I share with a friend
that I would miss your cobalt gaze.
At your side I am taller
but apart I feel smaller
'til I know I will be there again,
you're all I have got
and I need a fresh shot
your toxicity is leaving my veins.
In a few days I'll be yours
and I'll feel restored
negatives will be erased,
it's nice that I care
but I'll hold off to share
I am sure it is just a phase.
i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers in a wine glass
monosyllabic
days years months
rusting like old coins
forgotten in a sewer grate
mineralized
calendar of moments
flying backward and away
burnt years like autumn's leaves
cold smouldered
tannic blood alkali veined
sublimated heart
simmering on a soul's backburner
as I roll back over
to this polar night
My first husband
Wore out the arms of his chair
Digging his elbows
Into the soft upholstery
Of our marriage.
I made bright covers with
The fabric of family life
Home, children, pets
But the damage smouldered.
I bought new chairs
To fill the empty rooms
Of divorce and loneliness
But missed the old upholstery.
My second husband
Came with a brand new suite
Cushioned with conformity
It felt comfy and safe.
.
I watched her perched on a chair
a picture of loveliness
She unaware
as she ate a peach
and juice ran from the corner of her lips
down her chin
I walked over and licked
to take a sip.
She looked up at me with that certain
look I new so well
Her lips were wet and shiny
and I knew she wanted to kiss her
I could tell.
I brushed my finger tip
over her top full warm soft lip
gently and teasingly
as we moved closer
and yet closer.
I cupped her face in my hands
and kissed her passionately
the smell and taste
of those sweet juice laden lips was just to much for me.
Our tongues relished the feast
She now breathing more rapidly
as I rose to my feet
I picked her up and carried her
in my arms
as he wrapped hers around my shoulders
still kissing her as we both smouldered.
I laid my prescious lady gently upon the marital bed
and propped the pillow under her head
and the lavish feast
really began.
Peter Dome.copyright.3014 Jan.
Insanity was at its peak again
Humanity degraded. . . debased
Lives of fellow beings became toys
They massacred thousands
For the Holy war
They smouldered while laughing
Matchetes and cultlass were freely used
Heads roll on the street
Part of body littered major road, even in Major street6
They are fighting for Allah
Whose commandment is for all to love one another
Who are they then fighting for?
Are these men not really insane?
Insanity runs down their veins
Ignorance gush through their blood
Wickedness reigns in thier heart
Men that are not fit for our society
Must we wait again
For another display of insanity?
We must stop it now.
Alayande Stephen T.
12.32am
12/10/2008
An account of brutal massacre occasioned
By unbridled religion intolerance in
Kaduna State, Nigeria in 2002 during the aborted
Miss World Beauty Contest in Nigeria as
Narrated by an eye witness Latifat of UNILORIN.
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