appears a Roman goddess
halo affects adorn as spears on a diadem
Her torch enlightens the world
flames are gilded in 24K gold
reflecting the sun's rays, looming She is not
for the floodlights illumine night’s darkest hours
the French had created Her
Americans built Her a concrete pillar
the old raised funds as the young saved their pennies
grounded granite pedestal protects from blue bolt strikes
disassembled in toto scattered and strewn She was
93m in height
neoclassic colossal copper sculpture
oxidized to muted green an outer patina
broken chains at Her feet breaking free from tyranny and servitude
typifies a democratic government
She faces southeast welcoming all arrivals transversing the sea
France gifted Americans, brothers of liberty
against sepia skies, streaked layers, cream colored clouds
a silhouette stands on Liberty Island
Categories:
transversing, america, appreciation, freedom, independence
Form: Suzette Prime
Knights of Qi
White steeds galloping along a lonely path
galloping a thousand miles into the grave of the undead
Where deeds are done with anonymous returns
They were like nebulous things.
when heaven and earth were birthed
So they were, without form
a thousand li into the sea
Roaring in thunderous roars
as great tide beasts
Blooming as they wilt
transient beauty
Transversing across its width
From chaos, rose the path to glory
Must the moon fall for the sun to rise?
From ashes, a new being
From dusk, a new dawn
so they are, as knights of Qi
Categories:
transversing, conflict,
Form: Free verse
The tirade of the tyrant
Has subdued the trident
Gloating over the viceroy
It's the blood and sweat of
victory.
The subdued voice of defeat
Veiled in unapologetic defiance
Shedding secret tears of what could
have been?
What would have been in the hood
It's the defeat drenched in blood and
sweat.
The table is set for dinner,
Choice meats, mutton, chicken beef....
This is a parade of victory for the price
Of blood and sweat of the masses.
The meat is gorging on, the flesh is stuck between the teeth
A pain in the mouth, transversing the whole
polity
The bodies of the dead nationals crushed
A vivid reminder of the price of victory
Of shed blood and sweat.
(Written on the 15th April 2015, after the 2015 Nigerian Presidential elections)
Categories:
transversing, anxiety, character, dark,
Form: Elegy
All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it
Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially
transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise
realms of performances
pestered with dalliances
circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's
not a dream,
but utopian reality
as you project your image
into telescopic
Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential
blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.
Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths
utilized to perfection
under lights.
You take a final bow,
go to sleep.
Categories:
transversing, adventure, character, creation, motivation,
Form: Free verse
The ocean waves pound the ship
That is on the sea going trip
The billows the ship hull can rip
Down the ship’s deck the water will drip
The waves form a spinning current pervading the oceanic depths
The ship finds the harbor seconds before the crew would be swept by those depths
And fall to their deaths
As they get ashore they are so stunned by what flies above ocean they hold their breaths
A giant beast dragon hundred times bigger than a ship flies
Transversing above oceanic skies
Somewhere below it small island lays
The current surrounds the island with tornado like vortex that on it tremendous pressure applies
The beast comes from where there outcome needs no origin and laws don’t exist
While the imprinting of the soul is found in vortexes tornado like twist
Together they are found beyond billowy mist
And are made real by force that must exist and of that need its soul does consist
Categories:
transversing, adventure, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Only Leaves
Their numbers are overwhelming
golden and brown transversing my path.
I abandon every one in each step forward.
Green lives, lived,finally
fallen to the battlefield of my morning walk,
some burning red, the last fire extinguished.
Others are dry and crisp,
burnt toast of maples,
drifting and rolling as Mariah scoots them.
Is it the wind;
or are these pointy little corpses
positioning for Halloween tricks?
Categories:
transversing, fantasy, halloween,
Form: Free verse