Is loneliness a mediator
One life’s uncompleted symphony
Must be completed later
By voices of others’ memory?
You’ve reached out to nowhere
They wish you to rest in peace
But you can’t answer from there
Being released of all this
I’m dashing to you, my darling
But met with silence that stares
Right into me while I’m calling
Calling to you from downstairs..
God’s spiritual closeness has greatly encouraged me.
Through a footbridge where I wept and embraced Him and felt awed.
I walk freely following His light, step-by-step.
His amazing grace is always cleansing.
Guiding heaven's doorstep through changing seasons.
Still uncompleted, Age still welcomes wisdom, desire, and endeavor.
**Thine Eyes**
Make love to me with your eyes; I will respond with my body. I will not tolerate feeling unfinished, like a carpenter's uncompleted house. I have desires that will only grow stronger, shifting like a rebel with purpose. I will not forfeit until you are ready—or until my heated pillow ignites.
Make love to me with your eyes; do not let your hands touch my body. I will send you kisses through GIFs, and I will bring your desires to life with pleasure. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want (Psalm 23).
So, make love to me with your eyes; I will not back down until you are ready. If not for my sake, do it out of goodwill.
We met by fate, on a quiet eve,
January winds, a moment to believe.
7:50 it struck, the clock did chime,
A coincidence, yet it changed all time.
Since class eight, a soft hidden flame,
Unspoken feelings, never the same.
But chats grew deeper, laughter would bloom,
In silence and smiles, love found its room.
On 17th December, past midnight's hue,
We confessed in whispers, shy but true.
Not with those three words loud and clear,
But with comfort, warmth, and drawing near.
Exams came fast, we lived in texts,
Moments missed, but hearts perplexed.
Still, love grew stronger, day by day,
Through highs and lows, we found our way.
But life had plans we couldn't defy,
Dreams we dreamed began to lie.
Yet even if this birth won't let us be,
In the next, we’ll write our destiny.
You’ll always be my first, my start,
A name etched deep within my heart.
And though we're far, this truth won't sway—
I loved you then, I love you always.
How many dreams,
how many wild and uncompleted schemes,
how many words
and the infant ghosts of poems I will never write
do I leave on my pillow at the end of the night
My boy toy
seems coy and cunning.
Sweet nothings
repeated,
some uncompleted, he leaves
my hope depleted.
It has been a short - lived career,
Former ones tried on Black Maria;
To soon start bearing A Pariah,
His story the same in Syria,
Which he had judged land of Moriah,
Jesus Christ leaving for Sharia
Stopped prayers for his Diarrhoea
A life of uncompleted jobs
With a strong heart that dully throbs
Two eyes that wouldn't see the snubs
And a right hand that nostrils rubs
It's a Jimmy Cliff's Foolish Pride,
So the setbacks he'd swept aside
With a radio as tireless
As its system is wireless
Reaching station of the tactless
For the funny and humorless.
I know about uncompleted building
A Terrible lot it could start wielding:
Perhaps, not in Far-Away Siberia
But, quote me, here in Lord God’s Nigeria!
A Receiving Camp for Smokers of Weed,
The Thickest Spirals in times of vile Need;
All The Depraved in Neighborhoods shielding,
Cries of torture as victims are pleading …
Get ready for the Truest Euphoria,
People down with The Falsest Malaria;
A Scenario for The Angering Deeds:
How dare you there recite The Apostles’ Creed?
Also, a venue for Helpful Latrine,
Unless Keep-Off Signals you meet Urine.
That Day
The guns are silent, and the smoke which filled the air, is long since gone. The sounds that permeated the scene resound no more as they did That Day. The blood-soaked ground has been cleansed by time and weather. But … the frightful horrid memories will forever linger in the minds of the survivors. It makes no difference of where nor when those happenings occurred, for every armed conflict since the beginning of time possess such details. Reminiscent tears erode the conflicts’ causes, but the uncompleted lives of those who died remain damning monuments to the futility of all those collective causes and the madmen who still create them.
My spiritual journey has been eventful,
Still uncompleted. It started at a very
Young age; my proper life very ordinary.
Raised simple old-fashioned; my soul very faithful.
Encouraged by spiritual closeness to God.
I loved my peaceable solitude when abled
To have it all to myself when I was troubled.
A footbridge where I wept, embraced God, and felt awed.
Marriage and my children changed my life forever.
Difficult challenges or uplifting good times
His amazing grace, always there cleansing my crimes.
Age still welcomes Wisdom; desire and endeavor.
I walk freely following His light, step-by-step.
Guides me through changing seasons to heaven's doorstep.
1/6/2021
2. Journey
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Steamy daylight seeps into
flesh, bone brick and drywall.
It’s late July
and a large fly is trapped
between the curtain and the hot window.
I can’t tell if it’s angry, desperate, or confused;
the buzz is intermittent, the pauses
lulls of restoration, or instincts in abeyance.
Maybe it just forgets to be anything.
I wonder if its purpose was decreed
before its short life?
The plan pronounced,
breathed into the embryonic grub
by a divine resolve?
It’s mission:
to eat the dead things of the earth,
bury its body in the rot,
the waste and heat of corruption?
Then to fly on
despoiling the despoiled,
maggoting the future.
Will the fly, on judgement day,
be called to confess the sin
of being caught
between sultry glass and fabric,
where the sun sears and strafes;
its purpose uncompleted?
And shall I, on that day of judgement,
be mystically sprayed
into a similar chemical silence?
Questions decided to stop asking
only offer opinion
Ideas now chase themselves
Dreams have retired
and now doze in chairing rocks
so lazy that i missed out the last line
Time spends sometime some times
Inspire is dehydrated
Practising the mistakes
i am uncompleted by the verse
of one
Provocate myself
Listless on my list
Wish to make new words
or am i just being
apsurp
What if i am asking the answers
Poetically Sees,
majesty cornflower blue,
calmer uncompleted whorl grace ripples,
abound depthless water.
Sunlight’s touch
only by its flaming torchlight;
its unruffled beauty
hidden by aged somber twilight;
silent to ancient exterior world.
6/27/2019
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Vividly I recall,
The first days of the year
Planning, praying and fasting for all,
For to meander I fear
Engulfed by sheer courage I invested,
In cloud of belief I worked
In anger by former uncompleted goals,
I hustled tirelessly in a stoic
Now at the bottom
But hurdle still cling to me
As I still stroll perplexicaly
With a quest for a clue, a plea to God
To suffice New Year
A whisper into my ear "life would suffice."
Vividly I recall,
The first days of the year.
Praying, fasting & planning for all,
For to meander I fear.
Engulfed by sheer courage I invested.
In cloud of belief I worked.
In anger by former uncompleted goals,
I hustled tirelessly in a stoic.
Now at the bottom,
But still hurdles cling to me
Like a hawk waiting to swoop its prey,
I hover ready to quest
What plea to God would suffice New Year?
A whisper into my ear, ‘’life would suffice.”
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