Beneath the land of frothy cloud and azure sky
Earthlings of the most diverse kinds still enthrall
Like summer winds from breezes to monsoons
And all their stony statures like statues stand erect
To remind us humans we are so loathe to change
Like granite stones having formed into planets
Except fewer still that burned in vast eons past
Far above the land of frothy cloud and azure sky
‘Tis well to remember how moves the roaring tide
Shore-to-shore casting pebbles on a barren beach
Written July 20, 2022
[another experiment in
stream of consciousness]
Look up to the mountain so high
according to your eyes, it's very far
it seems way out of your reach
so many miles away from being a star
Realise there is a calling upon us
this calling has a divine hand
one that power's not human
but is eternal forever to stand
Rise, rise and rise so he cries
there comes a time to rise on high
then our eyes see above the clouds
even the moon and stars look so nigh
Our statures will touch the skies
when we stay close to form
irresistible is our call to rise
then we'll resist the storm
Higher is your prospect
to rise from earth's drain
the prize is ever up there
so leave behind the last pain
(Quote
'We never know how high we are till we are called to rise, then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies'
- Emily Dickinson )
A meteor flashes out- forth away
Over the wide statures of olden snows
A drought-afflicted sky, moronic stray
Flaccidly cascading, its essence flows
Resting lazy on terrestrial d'splay
A gasp of quiet fills the whiff serene
Crypt of dark, amongst, shadowy abyss
Dreary stones all over place, as streams glean
Its abundance — Behold! A utter hiss
Listening to quiet shining moon scene
The Chinese are not physically taller than any foreigners
But their statures are mystically long
The Foreigners link their hearts to mouths using steel pipes
While the Chinese do so by fitting coil springs on
Beast Troika
B east trio ,in front the leader is king kong
E erie,misty,demonic figures eyeing with reddish hues
A rmy of black ,gigantic hairy statures
S tand all armoured in battle to confront
T eeth snarling for enemies to destroy.
11/2/15
For poetry contest”In 5 lines or less#1”
Fire rising upto the statures
She's sparkling splendid
Arriving at ever more elevated
Windblown, desolate
Bringing warmth
To onlooking eyes
Brilliant sparkle, days end
As the sun welcomes the skyline
As the last kiss goodnight.
Next Chapter-Dream Catcher
Disaster-Fear Factor
Here After-Mere Laughter
Wave Crasher-Weird Chatter
Base Smasher-Aye batter........
Aye batter batter Aye!!!!
Wondering Whether or not We're gonna
Do something Today????!!!!!.....
Weird Bastards-Geared Backwards
Disfigured statures and Bone fractures
Squares, compasses and Protractors.
Go Ask Your Throne Masters.......
The Vote Caster Throat Graspers
Picture of many statures,
Different styles and postures,
I have seen some options,
But this omioho uchenna queen has got a priceless worth,
As d name implies,
Beauty is divine,
So I smile at her style,
Among the many your picture is different,
Nothing less I could tell,
Something more you could hear,
Would love to b her prince,
And she 2b my princess,
No contest love is in the air,
Imagine a. cupid in between here,
Smile from me 2her,
Hope she smile to my poem like waoh!!!
I'm her biggest catch so don't frown,
Its just a thought I would love to make a reality,
What if she has an hand bag,
Hey I'm shy but I don fall 4her ,
Her Pictures is the best have seen in a while,
A damsel to behold is never far,
I like this omalicha.
a mere shadow of innocence,
overlooking the present obsolete.
with so much emotional intensity,
the past can hardly withdtand.
a fate twisted on reality,
with no statures or morales om which to stand.
just like being jagged and jaded,
situations with no understandings.
extreme and faded,
bloody overpowering.
to much to go against,
a change so sudden and abrupt.
actions that you can't take back,
feelinga of regrets that attack.
a life misunderstood;
with no perfection,
even if i wanted to!
hidden with mistakes,
torn in the storm of haste.
a crude pisture of wasted examples of a bitter life.
(from novel “Elinor Rigby”)
Why we have loved England?
Not for the Hide park,
ancient castles
and first class evergreen grasses and pastures,
not for Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious,
but for the awkward “puppet theatre”
gamed right on the centre of London,
that horrible and hellish perfomanses
where deformed bodies and figures
of famous politics, majors, prime–ministers
queen members and other up-to-date authorities.
shown as personages of harshly sardonic drama.
That popular and profitable business
in Albion – creating and selling monstrous shapes of theirs excellencies
on the open exhibition,
so sharply contrasted with our own preferences
and quite other way of arts perfomanses
practising by our narrow minded artists
deformed sculptors, wicked painters,
enslaved writers and other arts dicreators
survived by creating innumerous golden statures
of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic” leaders,
“angel like” thefts, cleptocraties
and others political idolatories
from our autoritarian idiosincrazy.
Where the suffering ~ the implied
I hear a threat, one moment's plied
the adversary leaves no choice
while mind is bearing the resource!
The contrary robs the harmless soul
of quiet time ~ a reverent knoll
my peace unsettled to and fro
the asking faith of self control!
The calm derivitive of choice
is thinking out my hopes invoice
an aura of concern's true voice
the promises of God rejoice!
"Go there" I've heard so many times
beginning's journey not sublime
some fear and worry left behind
a calling obvious when divine!
Restraint, the same, the evenkind
consoling, confidential prime
a talent's equity reminds
that wholeness implements rescind!
The tithe of time ~ equal resource
is character, leaning not consort
nor status file, but statures force
the meaning of the spirit's chorus!
As harmony of self endorse
acceptance ~ others, not divorce
nor value place, fruition's course
is promise kept, God's listing source!
The "go there" signalling hope's return
nor safety's shield nor forecast's yearn
obedience, tracking not adjourn
but driving, faithful ~ with concern!
Abstract images to the debris of micro fibers.
Down to the Haitian survivors praying for Red Cross donations rather than meaningless
conversations and commotions,
Across tech tonic structures islands break off, continents sides of earthquakes, sizzling
millions of years with a side of ketchup as condiment
Natural bloodshed delicate as a cracked vanilla wafer moving and subduing natural
disasters with a waiver
1st born protected on the doorstep with lamb’s blood, a sanctified remnant of raiment
Oceans swallowing nations in containment.
Countries bruise, ail, and swell.
Broken, body bones, normal day vertical swing parallel.
High land separating bodies of water and 3 sides of the peninsula .
Drowns, in the brown decay of metamorphic rock and hardened clay.
Day after the tomorrow, tirades un-tranquil in sorrow.
Statures of broken individuals in full robust
Feed the struggling souls
On the television reveals reflections of us
My conduits, loin and womb
Poles of my basic knowledge
Images I have had – and had to carry
Playmates, first instinct of variants
Names, faces, and statures
And the homes we head to after school
Hear ye of my teachers
Who’ve shown me to carve my niche
From earth’s rules and exceptions
In tracking the sun and you
Yes – here is where and what I am
This is to those about me indeed
Bookshelves: books, memories galore,
Bears, a dog, a monkey. Candle glow.
Music flows into the window, light.
Presidents Can. Music all over house.
Flowers, pictures, bulletin boards,
Plenty of files and Kleenex, cards.
Statures of Jesus over my shoulder.
Desks for writing, no biting my
Polished nails, hails in North Carolina.
South Carolina, white beaches, sandcastles.
Maps to wherever you want to go, and go
I shall, in my mind, body and soul.
Zen rock garden with Budda, owl, cricket.
Flowers all over house, but never on my
Resting place. My family yes, me no go.
Science is the way to go for me, we'll
See what they need and the rest will join
My true love in the Colorado Mountains.
Come what may, forever we'll be together.
SAILIN IN SERENADE
i imagine the days without condition like sailing in serenade
or my own poetic rendition
i imagine walking on the beach
for the stars my love and i would reach
titanic changes in perception will have to take place
obstacles of different statures we both seem to face
music blares i want to dance
yet deep down i would prefer hard core romance
dining in a state we have not ever seen
want to sail with my love on waters blue grey and green
riding currents letting the mist of the waves shower
becoming one with nature's grace and power
hands in the air falling back in my love's embrace
with a smile so endless the moment i would chase
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