Cast of shadows, courtesy of candle,
Light fading unfolds the same tale at dusk.
Soliloquized retellings of scandal,
Lengthy but worthy, as faults to unhusk.
Memories gone cold, my table setting,
Echoing attenuated laughter.
Plates piled high with the feasts of forgetting,
Still doleful hungers linger thereafter.
The flickering cloister of flames confer,
Enkindling solace in the solitude.
Tacit acceptance, no protest to stir,
Away from the noise, alone without brood.
Resigned, I dine on the remnants of day,
Umbral asylum, narrative decay.
Categories:
soliloquized, light, loneliness, memory, relationship,
Form: Sonnet
PRODIGAL SON
Prodigal son I was
I lived a wayward life
Indeed a promiscuous
A boy with a sinister heart
I didn't respect no one
Nothing to lose, but all to gain
Nor was I scared from anyone
In my young heart it reigned
I lived in the streets
With my friends by my side
I didn't heed to my parents' advise
Nor from the teachers sent by God
In my brood, I was the black sheep
In school, I was the teachers’ antagonist
A bad influence I was branded
To my townspeople, I was bad indeed
I was eighteen when He touched my heart
I was confounded, baffled and dazed
What is this Lord?, I soliloquized
Change! Change! Is what I realized
I prayed to the Lord God
" What should I do my Lord?" I asked
" Be my servant, to me He replied
Then my faith, He concretized and galvanized
I am now teaching the Good Tidings
For men to be saved from impending judgment
From the Lake of Fire on the Day of recompense
That the Kingdom of God they may inherit.
Categories:
soliloquized, god, inspirational, prayer, religion,
Form: Bio
“Don’t tell your love,” the sage advised,
“Or you will never get her.”
“Well said!” the swain soliloquized,
“But silence works no better.”
(With apologies to William Blake, author of the poem, “Love’s Secret.”)
Categories:
soliloquized, funny love,
Form: Light Verse
Waking up in the morning,
I saw the sun angry with me.
Leaves bent low to slap me
Cows that ate little mooed,
asking me for more that day
In wheelbarrows wind placed
rubbish heap in the courtyard;
And the phone rang loudly,
landlord wanted rent arrears
As I moved, stone hit my toe
“Another bad day for me!”
I sat at the veranda thinking;
“And those happen as routine!
What I did not know is;
Why are both human beings
and nature against me,
every morning, each day?”
I soliloquized in distress.
Categories:
soliloquized, life, me, metaphor,
Form: Imagism
Striker came into dressing room
hot and ready for a good game
but drama erupted in dressing room
spotted on him was actions of a knife
a knife that did the right thing
but the wrong way it was
Different from colleagues, he was a quarter
so the name a quarter-man flared out
Out there praise name “quarter-man”
moved as wild fire in stadium
“quarter-man with the ball
quartet-man has scored
quartet-man’s given yellow card
quarter-man is taking penalty
quartet-man is the best player
quarter-man is carrying trophy”
“Why me???”, he soliloquized
why was I circumcised before birth?
I have talents unsurpassed
but the accident of conception, birth
robs me honor and opportunities
In town girls throw saliva at me
shouting “quarter-man, quarter-man”!
if I’m quarter-man are others three-quarter-men
I cannot be other men.
I’m man, human enough
Categories:
soliloquized, prejudice, satire, world,
Form: Free verse
No amnesty, ISIS is a calamity, this insanity spreads with alacrity throughout
humanity, no ambivalence, Congress has more say so than the President, without
their permission his decisions become more hesitant, hidden measurements, self-
inflicts diluted commonsense, America never minds her business, she’s a terrorist
within herself, the Biology of her society hates its own self mentally-n-physically,
isn’t even comfortable in their own flesh, middle east vs. the west, look deep into
yourself, may your facts-n-opinions be blessed, a soliloquized soliloquy, the US is
incorrect politically, I heard you talking 2 yourself, and if it wasn’t you I heard,
then ask yourself, what’s the true essence in the message behind all this mess, -n-
before you help somebody else, fight this ISIS within yourself, may your opinions-n-
facts be blessed, no amnesty, ISIS is a calamity.
And so are
we
This world-n-its politics
Is smelling more-n-more
Like BS 2 me, this world’s
A calamity, ISIS no
Da’ish
Categories:
soliloquized, change, character, confusion, world,
Form: Free verse
A tribute to Joyce Kilmer
I sit under this willow tree.
Its pendulous branchlets swaying
In concinnity around me,
spontaneously bestirring
a soliloquized pleasantry:
No measured words and rhymes I write
Could ever describe your beauty
Because fools never get it right
and” Poems are made by fools like me”
imperfect, conventional lines.
“But only God can make a tree”
creation of perfect design.
So I write down beneath this tree
these feeble lines of poetry.
Categories:
soliloquized, nature,
Form: Verse
Narrowly down the aisle
Right in from the ancient doors
Elegantly they walked in
In the nuptial knot attire
In the messiah’s mansion
Laid central securedly held
With ornamented holds of the colonnades
Gloriously dignified terrestrial footstool
Down below overlaid
Imposing array of Persian art
Suspended high above
Morning sky ceiling
Now here they stood
Before the throne of grace
Fetishly in the nuptial ritual
I DO chorused both, TILL DEATH DO US PART
Last act, final scene
Soliloquized, masqueraded monk
LET HIM or HER SAY NOW OR NEVER
Solemnly rent the joyous arena
Still as the lay of the night
To the audibility of eloquent silence
Echoed mischievous silence mediator
I! I! I HAVE A REASON
Flashback faded dim of the dark days
Unveiled the unkempt the frame
Deep beyond the soul grave
A sure hope dashed the wall
YOU AGAIN!!
Sprawled the bride bade farewell in coma
“JOB” stood and look lunatically
Altered the altar drama.
Categories:
soliloquized, life, love, social, wedding,
Form: Narrative