Play staged, they came,
mostly strangers to the stage,
as first time viewers,
to watch the play -
'Stranger Things: The First Shadow'.
Noisiest crowd I ever heard,
au naturale, to boot.
They ate popcorn, mumbled throughout,
if bored they left,
if frightened they screamed,
if spellbound they gasped,
if awestruck they sighed,
if saddened they moaned.
The live stage play
in Charing Cross Road was
veritably Elizabethan,
with Shakespeare backstage
in the bleachers.
Categories:
veritably, engagement,
Form: Free verse
Audience is abuzz.
Boldly,
Conductor emerges – black tux.
Draw
Ethereal patterns with baton– marv.
Flutes, trumpets, cellos, drums dance for me, for you.
Gentle, light…
Heavy and dark…the music evolves
Into something more meaningful, deeper.
Joyous – a tranq
Killing, temporarily, stresses – they stop,
Lost to the rhythms and harmonies. And so
Melodies salve our inner woes – a balm, a boon.
Notes are born, they mix, they fade. And I’m
Overawed by power wielded. I am making a musical
Peregrination. My task –
Quixotic hajj –
Round go I,
Seeking solace in this temple of sound (sigh).
Tonic for soul grieving,
Unable from pain to calm itself –
Veritably impossible –
Without help from song and chord.
Xing over…with music,
Yes, I climb…
Zenith bound, toward nirvana.
Categories:
veritably, depression, music, recovery from,
Form: Abecedarian
(KELOGBs)
Stop now, the challenge tag.
Your works are mere living snag
Bearing the giant cover flag.
Tracking down chances' wills
Exporting thy Awesome quills
Into many languages mills...
Someone using your head;
Imagine you lay your bed,
Another sleep tight dead.
In style comfortably-
To dreaming appreciably
Thy weird nights veritably.
As a smart team leader
Engaging virtual fender
Collate all engender.
Truly, it should be fine.
Hearts cheer gladly to assign
Bards' twine for tag's guideline.
Where all are for the same,
No one only dares to aim
Achieves without a team.
May thy labors be vain!
Who toys others' toils for gain.
Subscribing not their pains...
Let their lights become fright!
That with joy, sadness alight
To dwell faulty delight...
Design their vision's grave;
Timing piracy they crave...
Rare languages engrave!
Amen!!!
Categories:
veritably, irony, night, poetry, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
An unsupplied Nigerian family,
Often cited in advisory homily
And likened to the ones in Galilee,
Though unable to mark its Golden Jubilee,
To God began a supplication,
Veritably a formal letter application
For an easier catching of Daily Bread
That often made it see red:
The 2024 African Cup
For Nigerian Hands to lift up…
Now and again, Ear-Splitting Amen
But mostly by its men:
One of them writer of leaflet
Hoping to jump to a pamphlet
His own ‘Amen’ a much powerful belief
In its sure wonderful relief…
And for being The often intensive,
Always to A Devil The Subversive:
Its hour a thing far-off ears could predict,
An hour that could never them contradict…
A Nigerian family
With its goat lost, A Billy
Might still weep after a homily.
To which The Best was a simile.
Categories:
veritably, angel, anxiety, people, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
By men’s dismissing laughter challenged,
It being sheer insanity ignoring the lips-twisting thing:
Round-table talks on it speedily arranged,
No more sexual meetings with any man, no fling!
By the suckling of her infant measurably scared,
Because of its disfigurement of upstanding breast.
So, why her at all lecture, preachy lips insensibly bared,
Seeing that vanished could be the trust rest.
Ceaselessly warming up for her entitled presidency,
Very hard for her first tenure, her first-rate jewelry:
Any silly story of her electoral defeat to be fought with urgency,
If the winner dares dine with her, lethal weapon their cutlery.
To-the –core feminist
Always is angry with Man…
The Nasty, Nosy Animist,
Who could never be her fan…
And never could her outsmart with a pen.
Even with Ingratiating luck not on her side,
As now as she was then:
The one veritably ingenious but choosing to hide…
In deed, literally does bound forward-A laureates:
There was one I’d been reading-A poetess.
Categories:
veritably, character, eulogy, hate, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must abtly resolve. Hear many cry God Save the King, iconoclastic remain and God save us all.
it is our allegiance to the world we interlope, enfranchised from the phlegm that strangles hope. How heavy are these portent gestures we bare? Our struggles will engender many to care. Those who resonate vying as something glorious, do sway from that which is tantamount and decorous.
Acknowledge this morphology to unfold, brighten the efficacy from cold. Leave these words engraved posthumously in your mist and quail not though our time desists.
Categories:
veritably, giving,
Form: I do not know?
When conformists' adherence to
irksome, empty, shallow, hollow
obsolete rules
overrides unadulterated substance...
imported intuitive works
of essence, potence...spirit
When lettered law
obscures, obliterates
disintegrates
vital verve
When egotistical opinion
ascends higher, reigns over...
tramples on authentic art
This is when I dispose and disclose
I hold scant esteem for form...
mundane reins
colorless, humdrum
lackluster genre
or those whose swollen ego
is entirely, absolutely
engrossed and entombed
in them
Genuine unfeigned expression
shatters traditionalists'
trivial thrashing trash
Veritable voices resound
thunder, reverberate
resonate
in spite of outdated
highly esteemed
decadent modalities
education... influence
bound, chained
shackled, inhumed
by absurd vanities
veritably pluming pride
ignorance and arrogance
boorishly dispatching
meaningless, lifeless
senseless, worthless
drivel
Categories:
veritably, angst, culture, freedom, voice,
Form: Free verse
X-ensual abc
Another besotted, charmed, dissolute evening .
Fondling gadabout’s hearty invite.
Jubilation kindling lusty memories.
Nightly, orgasmic, phallic.
Quivering rose’s swelling titillation unabated.
Veritably wet. Xaerning Yang-Yin zygote`.
Notes:
Xaern= to enjoy something so much you begin to hate how much you like it.( According to Merriam-Webster, word-central)
Zygote= a cell resulting from the joining of two gametes.
20 sept 2015.
Categories:
veritably, sensual,
Form: ABC
Listen hard, do you hear the whispers of the night?
softly telling you to follow your long forgotten dreams
urging you, egging you on insidiously pushing you
be they the words of angels? Or a demons words?
Pricking at your inner mind twisting your very thoughts
dragging up the long forgotten past of things best forgot
veritably I tell you both the sins and good deeds haunt
as they push and flood their way into the present and future
Never can one escape what is past and done, secrets buried
lives forever changed by an ancient lie or from good deed
these hidden voices taunt as they press for release and freedom
be they the words of angels? Or a demons words?
Maybe a confession will free you from their silken ties
let you take the morale highway or cast you away
leaving you full of regret for the silence you have kept
as you are reminded of the long forgotten doubts of the past
Categories:
veritably, symbolism,
Form: Verse
The abundant sadness was
veritably escaping her eyes;
Fear of oblivion has been over
come.
It was improbable to forget the
past;
But intellectual to think of the
future.
There has been many
hamartias made;
But all have been forgiven.
Conceivably she thought of her
life;
Accepting the fact that
millennial mistakes have been
made.
Categories:
veritably, appreciation
Form: ABC
Walking along the path,
I gaze upon the scene,
two lovely Daffodils,
swaying in the breeze.
~*~
"Two Daffodils" stand in a rutilant post,
no genial others are there to boast,
the blossoms in oppositional salute,
thankfully their flowerets didn't bolt!
~*~
Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far,
like the sun, our distant warming star,
Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic,
an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic.
~*~
While your bloom is veritably short,
an late spring is your final tort,
with the generation of thy all covering lawn,
oh how I miss you when you've pawned!
Categories:
veritably, nature, seasons, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
There are many bonds which hold us together
Maybe it was our essence could it possibly be the weather
Your presence on my over so wintry heart
Inform me of the fact that we will never part
I was a victim when we had first met
A bright, beautiful, and joyous day I can’t forget
If you were made a number you’d be a hundred and ten
Perfect in every aspect from your walk to your comely grin
Everything between us is always “Equal Pasqual and Even Steven”
The greatest, sincere, and most loved out of all the women
You were my ray of sunlight in this dreadful dark forest
You, the only tree of love I climbed up and stayed on top I fell off the rest
My heart has reserved a front seat because you’re the best yet
So whenever you feel the need to get away from things I’m your outlet
You were my escape when I wanted to be unstressed and free
Baby you may only have a portion scientifically but you got all of me
If I ever get to talk to you ever again beloved I wouldn’t know where to began
Just know this though I veritably Love You “Gentle Woman”
Categories:
veritably, sad, love,
Form: Ballade
THESE TALKING KEYS ARE THE KEYS TO HIS HEART
Oh no, here comes the one who ever draws nigh
And with words he’ll sit here and cry
Now he’s tapping on our ebony letters
All to explain the pain of nothing ever getting any better
He’s typing something about if only today had tomorrow’s eyes
Then nothing would ever be a startling surprise
The typist would then have known when to connect
And the things he’s offered that he should reject
Yes, I knew he’d get to this part
Trying to say, in a different way, that his is an aching heart
He’s typed our letters that formed words with the same old themes
And if today had tomorrow’s eyes he’d recognize its scathing schemes
I suppose he believes we can help in some meaningful way
But as for me I have veritably nothing to say
Only we don’t begin hammering on him with lead
As his hands become separated from his heart and his head
Well all you keys can sit here and obey his commands
or stop listening and obeying the typist’s demands
Let’s type him the words with no conjecture nor lies
Since the typist should cease wishing that today had tomorrow’s eyes
© 2011.…..free cee!
Categories:
veritably, angstwords, today,
Form: Quintain (English)