JUNGLES
Hear Oh thou weaklings,
Listen you old men that still sucks breast,
And feeds on food meant for infants,
At a certain age,
An infant leaves his mother’s bosom and craves for other food,
But your heads are still cleaved to mother’s bosom,
Beware lest u make yourself to be a puppy.
The battle is for the fittest,
But victory is for those who persists till the end,
Gird your waists with belt and never be weary,
For the journey ahead of you is long.
Allow not the wind to blow you away.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION GENTLE
A.D 2019, 18 MAR
Categories:
sucklings, age, courage, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
she roams through the ether with uncontained purpose
she listens as a mother would for the sound of her new born waking
swirling winds of strife begin to shudder her consciousness
she surrenders to the pleading of a salty meditation
a murky grey eclipse of self
a breathless weight of vacant thought
she proposes a gift from deep within her sense
the self-inflicted adversary emerges
he covets, masked in pride and intention
her sucklings eagerly guzzle the curd of vanity
sadly, she guides them towards the abyss chosen
she is left with residue of the delusion
she cradles them back to safe slumber
they remember not
the whisper of hope dissipates in rejection at her feet
her tide must return alone
she will be back for her children another day
Categories:
sucklings, blessing, hope, light, love,
Form: Free verse
A dull and dreary day
here in the metropolis
Dark clouds above and a
chill in the air
What to do to break the monotony?
Time to visit Meddle Earth once
more
The novels are on my bookshelf
waiting to be opened
Inside them are singing elves
and crafty dwarves
Dragons and wizards
Fierce goblins and brave men
As I turn the pages of
the beloved tales
I return to a land I once knew -
a land we all know
Terrors and beauties abound there
We can visit at your leisure
for we have been given the
gift
of being able to travel
to other realms
The land of Faerie is not
just for babes and sucklings
That realm draws all of us
into its orbit
For we can sing
Even as the rain falls
We can laugh - even though clouds block the sun
Our sense of wonder
turns lead into gold
As Tolkien's alchemy
transports us to
Middle Earth
And brings us closer
to joy everlasting
trans
Categories:
sucklings, beauty, fantasy, joy,
Form: Ballad
Its easy to grow bitter while being emptied out....
If this is my calling another verse, being read ? Tearing
Indifferent pages from another's, burning book: set aflame their fray
Address his beast of burden immersed aneath pain; these children in chains
Shiloah, we're holding tight and yes, we'll take this ride ? Believe love's hope beyound
The night as wretched's undeserving, tear stained door: mangled time a whirlwind, poe's pen
Tombstones be where beauty's ghost shall roam; caverns, embraced their home....
A message afore we go unto disarray's taunting crew an echoing: what gates ? Images
Guiding us towards Your arms: strengthening as molding hearts babes and sucklings loving, You!
Her baby girl abused then cast away nay a spoken word for two years; till a young lady whom held broken
Empathy somewhere aside life's no so, yellowbrick road ? Kissed darling's dreams just as Beautiful has thus ourselves.
Categories:
sucklings, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?
All lovely things are part of spring,
Each greening, borning, blooming thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends his very best.
How can one see and yet not know
It's God who makes the springtime Show?
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings.
Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb,
Each is sent by the great I Am.
In the worst of winter's fury
Spring is coming, not to worry.
God sends our needs to keep us whole,
Topped off by spring to feed our soul.
Won a 4th
Categories:
sucklings, nature, god, spring, god,
Form: Rhyme
Such lovely things are part of spring,
Each greening, borning, blooming thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends his very best.
How can one see and yet not know,
It's God who makes the springtime show;
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings?
Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb,
Each one is sent by the great I Am.
In the worst of winter's fury,
Spring is coming, not to worry.
God shows his love to us in spring
With all new things to make hearts sing.
He fills our needs to keep us whole,
Topped off with spring, to feed the soul.
Won a 3rd in contest
Categories:
sucklings, faith, nature, god, god,
Form: Quatrain
Little duckie swimming across the lake,
making a little duckie wake,
trying to get to the other side,
head and beak up, full of pride,
looking for his mother duckling,
and his other sibling sucklings,
now he has them in his sight,
swimming hard, with all his might,
now little duckies are all together,
you might say,
birds of a feather,
in the lake they go now one by one,
I guess you'de call this,
some great duckie fun.
Categories:
sucklings, animals
Form: Acrostic
All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch
We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love
Have you heard the talk-drum,
*Fela's horns of brass,
Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia?
My grandmother still walks miles
Just because her forbears did,
And shame on malaria
For the dearth of men
Oh, on Mandela's earth
Of Soyinka's nobel ideas
Africa - a big breast,
the good, the bad, the ugly. . .
all, as sucklings!
*palmie - palm wine
*Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician
*Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers
Categories:
sucklings, black-african amergrandmother,
Form: Prose Poetry
My favorite things are part of Spring,
Each greening, borning, blooming thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends his very best.
The loveliest things that I could know
Are sent to me in springtime show.
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings.
Kitten and puppy, foal and calf,
How can they help but make me laugh?
In the worst of winters fury,
I think of them and have no worry.
God show his love to me in Spring.
With things that cause my heart to sing.
Favorite things to keep me whole
Topped of with Spring to feed my soul.
Categories:
sucklings, natureme, spring, me, spring,
Form: Couplet
All lovely things are part of Spring,
Each greening, borning, growing thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends His very best.
How can one see and yet not know
It's God who makes the springtime show;
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings?
Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb,
Each is sent by the Great I Am.
In the worst of winter's flury,
Spring is coming, not to worry.
God sends our needs to keep us whole,
Topped off by Spring to feed the soul.
By Joyce 11/14/09
Categories:
sucklings, hopegod, spring, god, spring,
Form: Light Verse
It is May again, milners, mariners, militants
Ye laborers in union chafing come
And breathe beyond the cankerers fields
Crawl, fruit despised sucklings, from your dusty
Lung corroding mines
Walked the muscled roads your sweat
Have softened for freedom
You propertyless citizens come
Rise from the hovel of slums
And internal colonies
You spirit of immigrants blown apart
Building a railraod
To a country without a heart
Rise up like buildings bright sun
And burn sin and stubble of dream
In red red coming of the evening
Slanted on the back of the horizon
It's May the month of martyrs and flowers
Burried under the morning tears
Swing the factories wide
Women wincing by the mired machines
Of industrial capitalism floundering
Like flag in the torrid heat of day
Workers of the world
My mother scrubbing floors to die
In penury before the ragged memory
Of a son's invisibility
This is the month of May and meeting
In the raging street
Fruit pickers, cane cutters, hole diggers
Cotton jiggers
Dockmen, shovelmen, sailors, wrigglers
Who were born empty handed by design
Bring your mass to supply
No more depression of our wage
But the rising fire of our rage.
Categories:
sucklings, anniversarymay,
Form: Free verse
The softness of your being;
the effervesence of your presence;
perfectly composed and untroubled;
(This is how I see you)
Easy going surrounds you like sucklings
under their mothers wings;
quiet; undisturbed; breathing easy;
(This is how I see you)
Your misterious countenence manifests it's beauty quietly;
yet the soundlessness of it all speaks so loud,
Like piercing soundwaves into the universe shattering barriers,
(This is how I see you)
Like an unsolved puzzle you are baffling;
sending me into millennials of unknowingness
wisking me into heights of unconscienceness;
You stump me...
(This is how I see you)
Patience danceses around you like red in a wild fire
unable to contain itself ,nor allow anyone else to put it out;
It just burns..
(This is how I see you)
You, I could see you in my world for an eternity;
and together we would break barriers
that seperate you and me; we would share
the sweet silence together just you and me;
we would just love so easy;
(This is how I see you..and me)
Categories:
sucklings, love, me, together, universe,
Form: Romanticism