Life's long ride
To which,
I opted for smaller tides
That comes and goes
Like latecomers, summer night
Seeing myself passing over the potion
Summer changes into winter
And now I am with the ocean
With no direction, just a sprinter
Categories:
sprinter, change, deep, destiny, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Sprinter
In a mid-March one day, the cold wind blows hard and the snow falls faster. Hoping for Spring warm, but getting March colder. Winter’s a today, Winter’s a tomorrow.
In a mid-March one day, the warm wind blows soft and the snow melts faster. Hoping for Spring warm, and getting March warmer, Spring’s a today, Spring’s a tomorrow.
In mid-March all days, the weather’s all mixed up. Near start of Spring, near end of Winter, call me not warm Spring, call me not cold Winter. Call me both mixed.
Call me Sprinter!
Comments: Seasonal Poem from a young man hoping for Spring
Categories:
sprinter, seasons, snow, weather,
Form: Free verse
Snowflakes
Keepsakes
Wind blows
Breath froze
Categories:
sprinter, january, nature, seasons, snow,
Form: Footle
My headache is a sprinter
And my Advil likes to trot,
But I'm a desperate sucker
So I give it one more shot.
The finish line approaches,
As I am well aware.
I'd hoped for a conclusion
Like the tortoise and the hare.
Alas, though, it's the headache
That has got the Advil beat
And I will chalk it up to yet
Another sad defeat.
Categories:
sprinter, health,
Form: Rhyme
On your mark!
Thus day light becomes dark
And the ticking clock
Dances frighteningly away
Right behind my back
With burdens hanging loosely on the rack.
Set?!
Still unsettled while night sprints away
Along this track of red and white spray
With slumbering emblazoning ray
And the silent crack of the umpire’s stray
Lord! Please do bless this day I pray.
Go!
Yes I did take the leap
In cradling little sip
And upon sloppy steep
I watch as night away slip
Along the lane and far into the dip
And beyond the imagination of the watch I keep.
I see the day
But it never did stay
In hatred of the silence of the sidewalks
And in the perspiring diamonds that drips from the brow
I wish I had an arrow and a bow
With which to aim high and not low
Praying I’d see night again
Either through tomorrow’s insane
Or through moments of refrain
Or in the bliss of yet another rain
Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke
© 2016
Categories:
sprinter, life, metaphor, time,
Form: Rhyme