Auto Pilate
is carrion klaxon blaring
a false viral alert
The warning signal says cadavers don’t vote:
“Let not your lying eyes
believe this smear currency contagious hoax”
With pandemic fear spreading,
speculator pockets get fatally hurt
False profits on a spit propellor decline
Supplies warehouse withering on a purchase vine,
bad news ain’t getting no spin message rebate
As more people dying are multiplying
Autocratic vexation —
Viral cause is venture capitalist absolutely dismissed
Free market con-fidence in a virtual free-fall
Publican procrastinators watch
as the body count mount
The price of human life don’t add up to much
Global crisis ... impending plane of imminence crash
Priceless products in the debt cargo hold were sold
at a discount infection rate
Auto Pilate hollow hope cry,
while washing disdain stained hands:
“High kill yield is a ghastly good time to buy!”
With my God-bestowed crowing capacity at the break of dawn
I’m the rooster with my "cock-a-doodle-doo" wake up call…
Cheering each one to start the day right
Motivated to toil along joyous faith's zeal
Accomplishing tasks with love today!
Midst Scriptures’ account of my significance in Apostle Peter’s denial*
I, the revival-rooster, can still remain as a warning signal
To admonish you against being unfaithful steward of time…
Better yet, keep achieving with Christ’s might
Acknowledging His strength for doing best and utmost!
This morning, I, the cheerful rooster urge you to persist, diligent servant
Of quality grace-propelled work, prospered by the Lord
Who exemplifies excellence as a triumphant Finisher…
It’s my prayer that before you hear my crow everyday,
you’ve had sweet slumber, ready to face another challenge.
*Matthew 26:34 Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.
June 26, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/20/2019.
Patient was tarred by the new angle
A warning signal
Became the new rock and roll
In this injury toll
Spark plug
Was whirling around down the mug
With a smug
How come?
Those eyelashes became glum
Millions of toes stood up, danced to the beat of the drums
Just this once, they ...hmm...
But why, a straight thumb
Pointed at that rhumb
Behind the bay rum
So...how come?
Grasses needs to bum
A plum
Until the their roots go numb
Student approaches a new semester's launching pad
Cautiously maneuvers rockets into firing position
-- Warning Signal Flashes -- Warning Signal Flashes --
Hazard Alert! Hazard Alert! Hazard Alert!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
Cause: Systemic Breakdown of Academic Rigor
Abort Mission!
There are skid marks in your mind
You would like to leave behind
In a distant place behind a cold, dark wall
But, somehow, they linger on
With the worst remaining strong
And you don't know what to do or who to call
For what happened on that night
On a road both straight and wide
Could have been avoided, but for one mistake
You were driving much too fast
When you let off from the gas
It was finished just as you stomped on the brake
When you're too deep in despair
You can lose your faith in prayer
During moments too horrific to describe
And you wish you could go back
To a time before the act
When that child appeared from nowhere... and he died
Though you learned your lesson well
You've been living in pure hell
For you'd gladly swap your life for that young boy's
Though his life won't be restored
You can get up from the floor
And envision him with Jesus, filled with joy
With that image in your mind
You must get back to your life
And become a warning signal for the rest
You can share your broken heart
And reveal those awful scars
You inflicted putting out those cigarettes
Then you tell them God's the reason you feel blessed
Like a strong heart beat, sends out a warning signal
The natives are restless, they know that danger is near
Mothers grab the little ones as they play
Fear fills every bone in their bodies from the call
Every eye watches, if he should appear
Slowly and quietly, he stalks his prey
With spears in hand, the village guards are tense
He is invisible, but they know that he is out there
They pray that the drums will drive him away
Sometimes that is their best defense
The hungry eyes of the Lion looks everywhere
For the weakest one he will slay
The Sun is like a furnace, the breeze is still
Monkeys swing from vine to vine, the birds sing
Jungle animals play in the river water
Slowly and determined the lion moves in on his kill
With lighting speed and a single leap, he has the poor thing
Scared animals flea, the river run bloody water
Another page has turned in the jungle book, life goes on
The lion is full, return to the ocean of tall grass
The villagers rejoice, that they were not his prey
Will he return at another dawn?
They will continue to look for his movement in the tall grass
Tomorrow, what will the jungle drums have to say?
Excitemen, laughter, and wonder
fill me
trough time's circles
and cause me
to move
into a world unknown
but yet
I feel compelled
to explore the unfamiliar
but welcoming
presence
despite every warning signal
to turn back,
I move forward
and fall,
afraid of what's to come,
I brace myself for the rain
only to find
that I've fallen in your arms.
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