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*i chould..sh mention that Our poet here on
the 'soup'(michelle faulkner) incited this write;
le poete fait un clin d'oeil ')
Categories:
treck, adventure, beautiful, blessing, romance,
Form: Romanticism
It is going to be a long ride, I was told
Before the first foot was placed,
Left or right, I don't remember,
It never mattered, it was I who was alone!
Solitary ranger, how long till your legs rest?
How long till you pass the test?
Where is it that you go? I don't know!
The map? I lost when they blindfolded me!
Blindfolded? Ay! Why? There are guides!
"Trust", they said! The process is one you
Should trust! Trust is one hard word,
Trust, you see, is the only option!
Fret not! The guides will lead you along,
But the walk is yours, little man!
Someone to accompany? That was not
In the contract. But, when did I ever sign?
Eat the fruit once every night!
It will make sure you'll keep up,
Every people you see on the way,
Are taverns, but not company to take!
Will it ever end, for I want to be home,
Home is where my mind finds peace,
Home is where my friends will be,
If I go back, will I be home?
Which way is back, how should I know?
And negative, that wasn't home.
Home is where this treck will take you!
Weary traveller, there's so much to go!
Categories:
treck, allegory, angst, christian,
Form: Prose Poetry
The butterfly is back.
I saw him land in sun, just where the bin had been, before today's collection.
This one I had not seen since boyhood tracks by field and hedge,
and hunting for a nest and eggs, or treck to net some sticklebacks
in weedy crystal streams, with sun rays on a tender neck.
And now the garden's all we have, a tiny square of cobbled pave,
a shed, a seat, one flower bed, a pond, some pots still winter bare.
But I am grateful for his coming, his fleeting garden call.
I suspect without the city's humming, and it's poison airy pall,
he came just like his maker's Spirit, to quieter heart's now welcome call.
Categories:
treck, april, butterfly, christian, garden,
Form: Rhyme
A brilliant sun says carpe diem
The northerly breeze roars
A veranda's open arms invite
But warmth inside implores
Ambiguous turmoil lingers
Blue cloudless sky welcomes
Just a little treck on the porch
One minute there beckons
Not a crow caws out his warning
The crisp air has them bound
Locked inside their nesting spot
Too cold to stir around
Seize the day despite the change
Reach deep within requiem
There's got to be something magical
So just carpe diem
Inspired by:
Regina Riddle's
Seize The Day (Carpe Diem)
Written: Sunday November 2, 2014
Categories:
treck, life,
Form: Carpe Diem
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not to an exotic island
For a holiday
Neither to a mountain
For a treck
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not with your spouse
Or Children
Not on a trip
To visit beloved parents
That day when you depart
The last journey
Is when you shall depart
Not in a suit and suitcases
Not in your golden bracelets
And necklaces
That day when you depart
The last journey
When you depart
Not in a plane
Not in a limousine
With aides
That day when you depart
The last journey
You will be driven, not driving
You will be leaving, not returning
They will be crying, not laughing
That day when you depart
Categories:
treck, bereavement, deep, future, journey,
Form: Verse
At home your mind falters and
tugs at you.
Dragging you to a desolate
place,
A place you know too well.
In that same mind, lies the
answer.
The answer to the faltering and
tugging.
At home you feel your alone
You feel your abandoned by
those around.
You feel your left behind with
noone there to confide.
Noone to share what resides in
What seems to be a boundless
mind.
One that you prefer to be aloof
One that you prefer not to
treck.
A mind that you loathe more
than its opposite.
Too much desolation, too vast
yet too void.
Void of what keeps you rooted
when at home.
Void of the ones refered to as
confidant,
Void of the ones refered to as
friends.
A void you try to fill ceaselessly
But you fail; ceaselessly?
Categories:
treck, emotions
Form: Free verse
At morning it starts with a day,
When everyone says yeah!
The milkman comes at the door and knocks,
And then the maid shocks.
I drink milk but before that I brush
Then I got a call of sparsh
I tod I am eating an apple
Then I will gargle.
Then I went to school
But when it's Sunday I swim in the pool.
After the school is over
I got a call for sleep-over.
I slept at night
And the next I flew a kite
Then I went to at treck
After watching the movie shreck.
I climbed the mountain with the help of a rope
I should not fall that I hoped.
It's the end of the day
When everyone are tired to say.
Categories:
treck, day,
Form: Couplet
ARMSTRONG IS GONE.
This great leg who steped places
Not all men would treck
His vibrant head that was always
Blessed
Not all sence can learn,
Armstrong, destinies wagon, the
Golden legend
Surgion of human endervoles, even
The best among animals prefrence,
Your gaint visit to the clouds
Where the moon permanently rest.
II
My lips are sealed
See this almond tree thick and rich
But she thinks real deep in memory
Of her greatest fallen leaf.
Armstrong the transparent king,
How can I be your next of kin?
Your family never needs to weep,
Mankind must forever celebrate your
Skin,
The gentle key who unlocked every
Troubled wind.
III
Armstrong will no longer talk,
His works created the word rejoice.
My loyalty is all you read
As my voice stands still,
Lower the stars let's all sing
Like the breeze coordinate this
Flag with easy.
Time to become the man of dust
To reincanate and meet his
Favourite Lord.
Armstrong is physicaly gone,
Possitively sure the moon forever
Appreciates your intelligent touch,
The new baby Armstrong will
Soon be born.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Categories:
treck, anniversarymoon,
Form: Ballade