Such luck
In GOD’S
preeminence
wonderstruck
as it occurred
This miracle is greater than all of us
There is no reasonable explanation
la force majeure
mere coincidence
it just happened
out of the blue
from heaven
by chance
this event
unforeseen
unavoidable
\|/ unpredicted \|/
They finally came to their senses
Defined as nothing other than sheer,
what else do you say about this mess?
Whittled down only resilience is left.
When all you see is a cold shoulder left
that next move never comes off sheer.
Your insides are now a four letter mess.
Regardless of this unpredicted mess,
there was so much raw intensity left.
Courage wrapped in passion so sheer.
Stumbling in this sheer mess I never left.
Invested, unrested, the minutes appear shorter everyday
Infected, unprotected not liking the games they play
Rated, unmotivated everyone seems to know their part
Hated, unrelated figured it all out from the start
Addicted, unlisted in the book of their super-secret code
Inflicted, unpredicted in the amount of everything we're all owed
Elected, unconnected to whom in which he serves
Selected, unrespected without backbone or nerve
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My mind is leaden with the crush
of pain—a numbness of the soul
that's not an adrenaline rush;
but leaves me feeling yet unwhole.
Unwhole! Unwhole! And afflicted.
How goes this night unpredicted!?
Like time
Efficency has slipped away secretly
From our bodies
Causing unpredicted destruction
Even the slightest bone
And the smoothest joint
Without sympathy
The joint jelly dries up like a leaf
The strong bone becomes brittle like a twig
Gain in time loss in health
Aging is unquestionable
Like the scientific laws
And so
Make use of them
Before it's too late
heart snapped off hearing the news of my friend's unforeseen scarring mishap
Disclaimer: This unpredicted incident happened in the year 2009 when I was in 9th grade.My friend Vivek met with frightening tragedy while he was riding bike along with his cousin sitting behind.Unfortunately,
his brother died on spot and my friend was mercifully rescued.Attaining deep injuries was in a state of coma.
A major shock to his family and us(classmates and teachers).Striken by grief we held him in our faith & prayers every single day for his progress & arrival.
In a month or two we heard he was normal but had required rest for few months.
We were all excited to meet him once he came back to school though felt bitter looking at his scars everyday. Now he is perfectly all right and blissful young man.
Recalling his mishap evokes trembling tears in my eyes even today..!!
9-3-2020
Note:My most unforgettable moment in my High school Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by JCB Burl.
Idle hands
Twiddling thumbs
Taking an unpredicted walk through the Devil’s playground
Fallen Angels with flames still scorching their wings are tying off at nearby picnic table
Swings hang low and empty
Where future class valedictorians used to sit
Now they sit in the darkness where the Angels cry
The vacant basketball court is littered with torn “I’m sorry” letters, used needles, and smashed Wild Roses
The air is polluted with “I miss you’s” from loved ones who had to save themselves while there was still something left to save
Sneakers from morose motherf*ckers hang from the telephone wires
A place where junkies are at peace while the inner Angel weeps
Lonely in isolation
Dark corner desolation
Destination f*cking nowhere
Tears of friends and family hiss as they hit the pavement
Steam rises from the cracks of broken dreams and shattered hearts
Humidifying every lie and bad excuse
Precipitating our concrete pain forest
In the circle of strife and squalors of nodding heads
Fortunately I don't mind jumping to the tune
of something new fresh and revelatory
but how is it that the novel unique and unusual
can render the familiarity of your embrace
somewhat unfamiliar as in the case where
surprise is desired as much as love or truth
and we let the next moment work its magic
unpredicted unexpected unanticipated
a home with chairs and tables on the ceiling
my dog with a tangerine eye wagging two tails
doors that open only once but many of them
an irreversability that creates nothing but wish
my arms around you while writing this
I knew two twenty-somethings who
had been soul mates since age sixteen.
The commonalities that drew
them to each other were quite keen.
They relished great old movies, those
with lively song-and-dance routines.
On weekend nights, they sometimes chose
to join in Fred and Ginger scenes.
Before long, “Singin’ in the Rain”
became top choice. One time when they
were watching—Don’t think I‘m insane
when I tell what transpired that day!
As unpredicted raindrops fell
and matched those on the tv screen,
the cute young couple could not quell
the urge to reenact the scene.
Outside, quite wet, they’d morphed into
the movie’s Don and Kathy. While
they sang and danced, they bid adieu
reality in their own style!
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers
“Singin’ in the Rain,” sung by Gene Kelly (Don)
Kathy, Debbie Reynolds
When the life you lead walks away with you
Running fast at a pace unknown, unpredicted
Flashing past and dashing dreams.
Have hope in calm
For calm will come in the buzz of a lightbulb
The crash of a plan, the change
Perspective shift electricity.
Look down and breathe
My emotions are unpredicted,
going from hyper and energetic to depressed,
and From angry to empty.
One emotion can last for day or hours,
And they are not brought on by anything.
Even the saddest of moments cannot bring me down from a high,
And happy moments cannot always bring happiness.
Sometimes the emptiness takes over my body,
causing a lack of emotion,
making me a zombie.
Sometimes I wake angry,
or am angered by things that are I should not be.
I feel out of control
unable to predict what I will feel.
Others just think I am moody or on my period,
but this disrupts my relationships and my life.
I wish my emotions were not so unpredictable.
Those men who come in crowds
and move multitudes uncountable
begin on high grounds with joy
then there comes slippery preface
Gross praise, flattery, faked joy
painting foolishness on the lovers
chanting hymns of duped adoration
begetting species of blind men
And the preface of the slide rages
laughing without happiness within
creating success without success
preaching loyalty with iron fist
When the slide comes unpredicted
goats begin to know they are goats
sheep believe demise is on holiday
but all feet slide without control
Then why build slippery grounds?
there is one thing mysterious with man
one fool elevated makes others fools
foolishly they sweetly ape the master
Down the cliff many slide and thud
scared some grab broken rock pieces
fanatics stick on the grand fool’s back
as their fall earthquake around globe
Faulted earth quakes, level land breaks
Serene sea swells, tearing tsunami strikes
Devastation a devil descends unpredicted to devour.
Tough times tremble, shaking sky raids
Hibernating hopes break, awful agony abrades
Disaster a distress destroys unabated the lives dire.
September 1, 2017.
BLUE
The rain startled the clouds and fell like
a scare of possibilities. The day toggled
from then to now like a withering widow
A flustered squirrel sat and squirmed
and still nibbled at a dry stump
like eliciting poetry off ancient prose
Some never knew the intent of need
others feigned disinterest in inquests
turning over their earths again and again
I read the prognosis of your vertigo
And derived a rider. That it was mere
Math to team up or to sleep in the buff
An unpredicted rite of passage
after all shenanigans stand erased
to uncover new aquifer in antique spandrel.
To discover that the sky was never this blue.
10 Nov 13
For Chris' contest
Coming in disguise and
In a side by side system.
Never coming in open ways
For if this occure, all shall
Take cover.
It comes in disguise and with
Treasure, leisure, pleasurable and desirable
Things.
If all these abound, many men would be
Fished out by the net of the unpredicted.
Coming in disguise with golden offers
That sows sorrows in the hearts of men.
Coming undercover to spray sad memories,
To make men helpless, hopeless
And even eager for more....
But worry not oh! man,
Smile not oh! death,
For time is come when you
Will be in disguise no more....
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For my late father, Patrick Onyilo,
and all my friends who were victimized by death in the
BLOODY Jos crisis.
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