Verdant plants take me into a jungle mode
This lunch is going to turn into a note-taking thing
Vitamin D hits my shoulders in a loving way
This solarium makes a marvelous lunch place
I take out my pen, eager to begin
When my lunch companion sits down.
.
So i open’d one morn’n
The blindz
Uv
My solarium
Facing the creek
there her’s were
washing the clothes
at the creek
think i thought
"wife"
thus did i
slick back my hair
and rush'd
'cross the creek
and ask'd her father
for her hand in
wed
the old man
said no
i
wuz
robbed
i wuz
twelve
.
In a violent contumacious act
the rankled child smashed the terrarium;
the green shards of glass making an abstract
scheme on the tiles of the solarium.
Amid the sphagnum and the fertile dirt
sixteen years of tender growth lay dying
a single swipe with full intent to hurt;
the child listened to the mother crying.
Solarium songs of unsung heroes rooted to the ground
Matchable shades red roses of silk bereft of true life
Evergreen dreams on eyelet vistas desired not found
Fantasies throng showmanship beauties containing no strife
Wicker chair creaks the solvent moments of temporal eyes
Memories gather and life proceeds without need
Forever thoughts clinging to the vine whispering goodbye
Family loss, his portrait watches she lives on the edge
Everything morphs even the heroes just like the seasons
Devotions live inside hearts chamber, easy to indent
Palpable touch so easily frayed tears without reason
Malleable forces its a single rose, in a soulmates tent
A beautiful sadness takes over the solarium alights
she misses him dearly , recalling the fights.
January 9, 2019
The barren brown desert,
Seemingly empty of life,
Soap trees staring silently at the sun,
Everything smells burned and blasted.
“Satan’s solarium” people say it is,
My tongue is swollen due to lack of water,
My dehydrated liver shutting down,
My skin feels scraped by sandpaper,
The remains of the camp fire,
Is the only evidence of past habitation,
Getting separated from my team,
Was the last thing I wished,
Long legged pixie hop. Circles in the grass. Encircled by the firelights. Duties in the pass. Awaken one oh global one. Assisting virally everyone. Mission paths on grasses. Enshrouded in such myth. Vital is the work of the coexisting cobra clan whose addresses to clams bring atunement. Timely in any environmental era. Couplets in goblets and patriotic frogs. Question not the passing passionate wisdom of a fried onion bap. With sauce. Mate always with harmonious courage and exact comedy. Movements of a fruit bake in a frilly skirt. Rapid is the judgement of a peeled potato. Succumb not to icing. Ski scrambled schools schooling scholars solarium solar systems structures dish dots dash haha xx compass. Xxz. Cup of tea then is it? Want some tea? Good. *** beautification *** ha ha ha xx classification ***
SOLARIUM SIDEWINDERS
introverted
hermit crabs
share cavities
appeased in their
shielded double
sanctuaries
solariums of solitude
misplaced platitudes
humoring normalcy
with crustaceous
pet mentality
prisoners of exposé
unventilated cage
soft pink lungs
dried out sponge
obligatory needs
waterdearth
disclosure
solarium sidewinders
discharge
leakage and seepage
exposure
losing all sheltered
composure
© Kim van Breda—28 December 2015
a solarium
seems to cov'r the whole forest
sun awakens nature
DREAMS
Unfulfilled unending unleashed
Are my dreams I live for
Some day I wake up
Standing before the wonders of this world
The most splendid marvellous spectacular
Supreme pure and fair
The creation of god through we
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I wake up
Standing before the mighty ocean
Watching the horizon
The far away land meeting the gushing water
I want to flow with it
To feel its serenity
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I wake up
Standing in the scorching heat
Running across the dunes
Searching my soul feeling every pulse every beat
Like a lost being in the solarium
Searching every corner of the realm
Wandering through an endless journey it seem
The power of wind through me
I want to fly, to be free
I wish a part of it I could be
Some day I sleep with a desire in me
In maze where life could be
A confusing end or
A delirious start
Breaking every shackles
Crossing every bend
I reach the wondrous land
The empowering wind
The mighty sea
My unfulfilled dream came to be
My beautiful reality
An overwhelming ecstasy!!!!
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