Crack! I lay, beneath me creaking
Hath it taken from me? What to give?
Mayhaps yesternight another seeking
For not many there is to live
It approaches, shaking, floors creaking
To thee I will never forgive
The black, slender arms reach
It thrashes! THRASHES, thrash–
Follicles, it pulls, off me, I screech
With many a fang, I faintly see a gnash
Holding me, gripping such as a leech
Of my being, will you bash?
Desires faintly protruded, of a glare
I wanted to feel an embrace so warm
Instead, I long, gasping for air
Of my strangled state, you aware of enorm
Thirsted for love, endearment not there
Just us, our state one described deform
Despite conditions, not a sound shall hang
As I know we are bound to meet again
Bound, bound beneath thee embrace and fang
Thy body, slim and slime, gets off now then
You’ll return, but you go with a bang
As I am left to wonder when
Yesternight I met him again
Crossing the lanes holding our hands tight,
Talking about the tiest things that just don't feel right.
Discussing about the future we didn't care,
Living in the moment free as the air.
Eating icecream like it's rare to find,
Savoring each scoop leaving worries behind.
Hustling in an arm wrestling match entire night,
Laughing in the struggle,no end in sight.
Laughing, crying,upset all in the same space,
All emotions collide,yet we embrace.
But everything suddenly stopped, time stood still,
The space around us frozen against our will.
He started moving back,lost in his pain,
With a sight of sadness,like a dark rain.
I wasn't able to move,nor speak or cry,
Trapped in my silence watching him sigh.
Suddenly I was right but the scene rearragened,
I was in my bedroom,awake but everything changed.
A moment frozen in time beneath the sky,
I realised that it was his last bye .
Now, let assume that the sacred human body is the world
and here is Nigeria, this is America, what is Cameroon?,
where is Cambodia?, how is China?, who are you?,
what is South Africa?, hi Niger?, and may be a universe
of whichever tis or twas or glee?.
You see quo era demonstratum,
you see more than globalization and brotherhood,
you see more, more, more fresh behold and behold
and behold?
or how dear whoever just may strike this sort of love
even it were yesternight or yesterday.
Like a bird freed from a cage
I felt the liberating touch of age.
As I danced beneath the moonlight
My troubled mind took flight
Shedding worries and endless plight.
I was free, free as a cloud in the sky.
As a lovelessness kid growing up
Life and all the goodies it offer just suck.
We man up as kids under the moonlight
We bond until the stars fade and leave the moon shining.
My friends and I danced through the night
The moonlight battled our worries, making us whole.
Then, our dance under the moonlight
Was truly a delight.
Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our
together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest
love and lips parted in the merriest laughter,
In my fantasy, you spoke softly with
the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some
strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain
assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is!
Did we hold hands? Or is my imagination fraught
with frenzied desire? The day we first met in 'our'
garden behind your house brings back the sweetest
memories... I still hear and rejoice with the songs
of finches, bees and the billowy breeze. Then, there are
the myriad flowers I scent even today! Those
wildflowers you wove into a beautiful bouquet that
Spring evening? - I have them preserved - Yes, they tell
me the 'secrets' we shared and our promises of
'forever'... Emotion in my eyes as devotion cries in my saddest,
loneliest hour, I wish dreams came true! ~ my last coherent thought...
"Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
There is often
a tale of some
that would mean love
their poems went viral
yesternight, perhaps
a cat and rat were
busy eating that soup
till when a story is over
now, came a memory
of something missing
though seems like a dream
didn't transmit well through neck
and instead begs yellow colour
fading
what guess I would not
more dream such in a front
perhaps, now
waving away in enliven nightmares?.
So many of you, my fellow poets
deluge me with the kindest of words
Praise, encouragement, cheers
such inspirational comments I've heard
I try not to take a single one for granted
but human nature being what it is
Occasionally I forget just how important
your comments are to the poetry writing biz
Yesternight, without a Wi-Fi connection
occasioned profound introspection ~
Writing poetry isn't easy to do
and I could never do it without you
with punishing fury
yesternight
the skies wreaked their havoc
a rat-a-tat-tat of hail bullets
midst wave upon wave of rain
drenching the earth
this morn winds whipped
and whistled
cross bleak landscapes
occasional afterthoughts
of cloudbursts stinging the souls
of loners, prowling
debris-strewn alleyways
the glory and the grandeur
of Nature on display full force
some storm the heavens, call it evil
an omen of imminent doom
the wise man blesses the Creator
thanks Him Who makes seedlings bloom
Yesternight smiled the full moon so bright
Twinkled myriad points of atmospheric light
Nary a trace of a cloud disturbed our sky-view
Fast in each other's arms, lovers drifting through
Galaxies of splendor, wishing they'd never end or
Perchance for the vast Cosmos to render
The Age of Aquarius' divine herald in
Star-studded, Heaven-blessed Carriage
~ Trumpeting this, our Angel-winged Marriage
May 23, 2019
'Epic Ethereal Editor' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Have you not looked upon horizons pink,
Outstretched from dreary skies of yesternight,
That vanquish tearful blue as cottons blink
And gray reflects the glow of lunar light?
Are stargazed lilies grown for one alone -
A selfish king who chains the royal moon?
Defiant highness knows, despite his throne,
That petals plucked tomorrow wilt too soon.
Don’t claim your wretched sonnets poetry
Because all lines adhere to rules defined;
No beauty breathes where vibrant imagery
Has fallen victim of the poet’s mind.
Your broken records spin in days gone by
While you refuse the right of time to die.
Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.
I believe that yesternight has gone by,
And this is another day,
A brand new day,
A very beautiful one.
All I could see is the rising of the sun,
with its beauty and energy,
Ready to beautify,
And illuminate this day.
All I wish is to be like this sun unto you,
lighten up your angelic face to a lovely smile,
And a source of encouragement to launch you,
Higher unto greater achievement.
The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight
to lend a charm to each and all.
The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.
Around the fire stood bold knights
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.
Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.
I got my pen and paper after a quizzical ride
I tried to squeeze my mind and set some work aside
But nothing, nothing really effuses
Not a single word fluidly oozes
Weary as I slept not in yesternight
Rummaging o'er jungles of paper stretched so tight
Yet my passions surge and desires rise
To yield the crops of thought before sunrise
And greet the day of parched land dry
Awful! Not a single word chimes a try
Now the quill and ink are dead, but the poet seems alive
In a last ditch of efforts, fecundity of thought tries to revive
So that once again, immortal words ultimately say
The most beautiful thoughts from within my heart lay.
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