a squirrel acrobating air stopped and glanced back at me
shaping symbolisms within a nutty day, there for all to see
if one knew to look, a hair’s breadth sourcing angles justly
enough to squeeze through into realms ajar, he knew, and
Nicorates nudging me, the squirrel, smiling curiously, goes
Categories:
symbolisms, animal, life, nature, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
AMASOWONMWAN
At arm's, I am but your brethren,
Ne pas comrade
Pour food, most have sold
Their Honors for gold
Others, a pot of pottage
The tree only bends to the wind
Because it doesn't know how to do otherwise
Ainsi be wise, precautions taken
Births no aftermaths
You are not your father's son
Lest, you wear the family's emblem
Upright;
Off white greyish, ripen with time
Solely relying on faith
Hoping for the best,
Yet ignoring all good
Seeing nothing right with better.
Amasowonmwan
Strangers shan't lay a curse on you,
Nor take your portion
A few know your real names?
Iten edo
Even the gods forbid that a father bury a son
But then also
The child is the father of the man
Alright?
The darker the skin colour
The deeper the roots,
For sour sweet tastes the truth
Like rumor, solid liquid smells it flavour
Symbolisms of our ancestral struggle.
Fear what you know
Not the unknown,
All these and more
Are reasons why people drown
At ovia river.
ghops
Categories:
symbolisms, africa, allusion, deep, extended
Form: Didactic
Cynicism spectres mustn’t stalk civility
Despite sights and bites of disappointment
In the context of egregious incivility
Experienced on the fence of taut torments.
Cynicism sacs mustn’t hack a peace pack
Despite the blight and slight of incensed spite
Sampled and gambled in front and at the back
Weighed down on the back of a futile fight.
Cynicism symbolisms mustn’t rear their ugly head
Despite disillusion and the profusion of illusion
Perceived and received under the pretext of a head fed
To malice at a price too high to warrant a fickle fusion.
Cynicism sounds and pounds your table in a fable
Lived and grieved in a world of nightmares
Endured under the lure of a senility stable
Where experts evince events that scare mighty mares.
Categories:
symbolisms, poems,
Form: Free verse
Outside the lines
What is it about poetry
that so consumes you
Brings you to your knees,
cowering in a corner
of your own delusions
Reading in between the lines,
finding what is not really there
Dropping hints of absurd defiance,
collecting spoonful after spoonful
of puzzled meanings and chaliced dreams
Flowing symbolisms, metaphoric landscapes -
Where bushes are bluebirds
and sidewalks - bridges of no return
Why do you reach
into your pocket, searching for love
on plain white paper folded into a square,
when all along it faces you -
not in ink, but in smiles
expressing exactly what is felt
No boundaries or disguised emotions
penned in rhythmic sequence,
only true love, standing on this sidewalk -
which is only a sidewalk
What is it about poetry
that so consumes you,
when love is waiting – just outside the lines
Categories:
symbolisms, love, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They write poems for fun and not for fame-
greeting card dribble just isn’t their game.
Some write in earnest and some write in jest,
but whatever they write they do their best-
to avoid Soap themes and worn out clichés,
and the trite expressions some might praise.
Poems of substance are their best fare-
while those written in jest are fun to share.
Metaphors it would seem always connect,
and their symbolisms too are usually direct.
Clichéd sentiments they prefer to let rest,
even though some readers prefer them best.
They can write formal verse or in free style-
iambic pentameter too if it makes one smile.
They can write erotic verse of sweet love,
without resorting to vulgarities for the above.
They can also voice anger and disdain,
but need be neither obscene nor profane.
How many read their writes is of no concern,
it’s the poems they read from which they learn.
Some experiment much with what they write,
even if scarce others it seems to excite.
Diverse forms of poetic expression-
from all they try to derive a lesson.
Categories:
symbolisms, poetry, poets, , sweet
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Color us a masterpiece
Through smeared strokes
Or movement of metaphor…
Our passion will live
In a world of open song
Dream young genius
See, write, sing, and hear!
Feel the rhythm form
Draw, creating….
To scale that impressionist’s
Psychedelic symbolisms… capture me
As a vividly bold subject
The deeply balanced original,
Freed with an old sculptor’s harmony…
Categories:
symbolisms, art, life, on writing
Form: Verse