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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
We are complete in one another
We are perfect perfection to apex perfection individually
We are a temple of each other’s worship
We are moments tapping within us as revolving clocks.
To the one who made us
We are infinite dimensions rippling each cycle
Varying textures of emotions
To the one who made us.
We are versions of the bliss of heaven’s perfection
We are sparkles held up as one torch as several stars
We are stars to sparkle the world
We are more than we for the good of we.
Copyright © Makinde Kehinde Margret | Year Posted 2022
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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
This day
of lurking June,
Only ink flows,
In the life of cool jazz, so soon,
Lost in syncopated truths
Of a simple birdsong
Released unto rhythm and language,
Rendered unto conspicuous climaxes,
In an ocean of words,
In elemental stasis to inspiration from the commission,
Of several surprises risked by bubbles’ breathes,
On surfaces where staying Silent is the largest tool.
Copyright © Makinde Kehinde Margret | Year Posted 2022
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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
Beyond six feet of distance
and seven heavens of this pull of woods,
I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements,
Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves.
My soul sought profiles of its songs
While its proud emission and enthusiastic incision jingle,
In fields of consciousness, beyond access to semantics,
Submerging me
in the author’s trance of phrasal phenomena;
Telling me, “focus!”
amidst mortal icebergs and immortal tides,
Saturating undiluted pinnacles,
on paths leading home
from the author’s elements of creativity and
Symbolism’s narration,
by a series of innovative intonations, I have employed it.
Yet, I am on volume one.
Copyright © Makinde Kehinde Margret | Year Posted 2022
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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
Behind the curtains of this smile, are freshly sewed wounds;
Rich yarns finely whipped by the Armageddon;
Each touch turned colder, from philosophy of ashes to ashes;
Each an ongoing curse, of every memory of Attila the Hun;
That lingers gleaming thread of gold,
At Augustan Age of Destiny's playful fingertips.
Every healing oblivion of Avatar’s Axis, to cheat Fate’s design;
Babel of a wicked clock, droplets of tears, and rain intertwined,
Shout “Give me what was once mine!”
I send the core of my heart, to dissect this hurting,
Where a kaleidoscope of dying leaves and blood set the stage.
Chimes of my dissection chants
“Let this agony scream, of Autumn‘s burning despair;
Let this pain sing, when the tide of love is low.”
Babes in the woods, gaze into my being,
By magnetic lips of centuries of work and worth of art.
“Kiss me before this fades, and undress me of these fears.”
I ask the King of sacred heaven, and eyes of glowing fire.
Before Babylon’s delicate loudness envelop me in dim light;
A moment of forever lost in time, commissions dancing curves—
By bacchanal carousel of hot and cold tainted thoughts.
Bad day at Black Rock, unveils mutilated wings, past the ugly parts;
Banquo's ghost germinates a suitcase filled with hope;
bare ruined choirs and broke boomerang that never returned,
Sing songs and sling arts as a doomed dance for the faithful;
A goodbye that still asks me to stay, is a mother‘s prayer,
Making a wish, fading from my rearview, to welcome the rain.
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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
Dear Soul,
If you sought the owl,
You would know
each Hour greets you,
You would find perfect gifts
in short days are the same with long kinds
Then you would wake, in a hail of their infinite awes.
Dear Soul,
If you sought out the Sun,
to teach you You,
You would know the bloom
and luminance will situate in you
You would mirror their travels through your pulse,
Then you would yearn for yourself.
Dear Soul,
If you sought out the moon,
to sing you love
You would see love sprout,
in all ticking Earth’s core as one earth,
You would see Sky’s eyes testify to this,
by their winks each night,
Then you would love to bloom
In textures, you have termed opaque daily.
Dear soul,
If you sought Sky’s Twinkies
in their birth,
You would hearken hymns they chant,
You would hold their sacred scrolls,
Then
you would discern yours.
Copyright © Makinde Kehinde Margret | Year Posted 2022
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Makinde Kehinde Margret Poem
Thinking about the heaven in your eyes
Those days when your Faith in me would rise
These days the sweet rays of the Sun runs to me
Reminding me of all the love of you to me to be.
Yesterday was washed by the rain of today
Now I own a banquet full of gratitude each day
All you do to me is what Miracle has to say
If it would take a while to remember who you are all day.
Now you are gone to be the Universe of Love
I still see and smell you hover over me like a dove
The beauty of who you are flourishes like clove
To know you are here is the hope and faith of my glove.
Copyright © Makinde Kehinde Margret | Year Posted 2021
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