From within it comes
From that invisible portion of man
And it’s brought out
To be heard by the crowd
Relaxing, making happy, seeking
To cheer whoever has the hearing,
Like the soul of anything that seeks
To comfort the other soul.
My poem a song and prayer
That nature sings to itself
And rings its bells to its maker,
Has ever been and will be made louder.
Nature met it
Already here, they met it
They will leave but it will stay
Stay with the maker even in his presence.
This immortal entity
Is produced by the mind
Written by the hands
And read in sound by the mouth
Poetry, my poetry, is life without which
We march to the grave in mournful
Songs; in lines so short but meaningful,
All that has been, and yet will be.
To those who will only hear and criticize
Not even to cheer,
I leave you to ponder endlessly
Over it, in noisy struggle, as I rest peacefully.
Monday 25 July 2011
The sudden rain
Some few steps into the compound
‘Umbrella’ mommy’s voice came out
Stopping legs to make meaning of that shout
Sparkling bright light through the dark brain tunnel
The eyes rose up
To open its shielding lids
Brightness overpowered by dimness
In array for battle, the sky
In wait a signal from the dark clouds
Seated on the mountain shaped horses
With their piercing cold arrows on the skin
Taken away all on its path
The rain on the poor earth
Lying calm at its feet
Legs in a mounting confusion
Will have mouth coming to its rescue
When uttered the sound of retreat
‘Ok’ so suddenly the whole body
Begging the little thing
To cover its head, the little thing
‘Umbrella’ mommy’s voice came out
Stopping legs to make meaning of that shout
Sparkling bright light through the dark brain tunnel
The eyes rose up
To open its shielding lids
Brightness overpowered by dimness
In array for battle, the sky
In wait a signal from the dark clouds
Seated on the mountain shaped horses
With their piercing cold arrows on the skin
Taken away all on its path
The rain on the poor earth
Lying calm at its feet
Legs in a mounting confusion
Will have mouth coming to its rescue
When uttered the sound of retreat
‘Ok’ so suddenly the whole body
Begging the little thing
To cover its head, the little thing
Sleep
Tomorrow they will come
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively
It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro
The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively
It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro
The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone
like…
like a falling fleece
from within to nourish
your soul to clean
the table of anger to free
like tear drops
on the growing land
into my abode
the bright mountains above
the arid heart to water
like gay sparrow rhymes
on the tree top high
will wipe away all
my sorrowful heart tall
from within to nourish
your soul to clean
the table of anger to free
like tear drops
on the growing land
into my abode
the bright mountains above
the arid heart to water
like gay sparrow rhymes
on the tree top high
will wipe away all
my sorrowful heart tall
© Emperor Leander David
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baby I came baby I go
baby I came
with uncontrollable
hands that gripped not
eyes that wondered about
even at the slightest movement
with weakened strength
a dull mind, a baby I will go
baby I came
learning from the scratch
a master to become
of my world, the other world to join
like a baby I came
with uncontrollable cry…
like a baby I will go
with uncontrollable
hands that gripped not
eyes that wondered about
even at the slightest movement
with weakened strength
a dull mind, a baby I will go
baby I came
learning from the scratch
a master to become
of my world, the other world to join
like a baby I came
with uncontrollable cry…
like a baby I will go
my star of inheritance
I raised my eyes high
Into the skies for a star
The god s left on my path
Bright they said its light
Reflecting through my eyes
I gave thanks
what my heart longed
so differently stored
like starch in a leaf
what the gods stored
in my hands to have this star
but another also shining
in its place brighter to contemplate
in its place to replace
along the waters of fate
my aging boat will ride
till my star of inheritance
gradual or in a haste
dark or bright I’ll find
Wherever the oars me take
To comfort, cheer, guide; a star
I need, even if not that star,
To pass through to that star
The gods me left
Matter most to treat all same
Not the second more
nor the first least
in order to be happy
and staying happy
Into the skies for a star
The god s left on my path
Bright they said its light
Reflecting through my eyes
I gave thanks
what my heart longed
so differently stored
like starch in a leaf
what the gods stored
in my hands to have this star
but another also shining
in its place brighter to contemplate
in its place to replace
along the waters of fate
my aging boat will ride
till my star of inheritance
gradual or in a haste
dark or bright I’ll find
Wherever the oars me take
To comfort, cheer, guide; a star
I need, even if not that star,
To pass through to that star
The gods me left
Matter most to treat all same
Not the second more
nor the first least
in order to be happy
and staying happy
©Emperor
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… Mi Amor, she said
My cheeks are full and heavy
Of her pack of kisses
Which now weighs heavy
Calling my attention
To what my heart should have formed:
The pact which has been ignored
It met me to cherish
To wipe out my tears
Which none should see;
To hold me in my pieces
in chains that I not tear
during abandoned times; like a company
their help, to aid and support.
My cheeks full and heavy be
but time and moments long passed
to realize and return.
So simple might it seem a return
in reality a difficulty to return
in grips with reality
like treated water entering the drains
Of her pack of kisses
Which now weighs heavy
Calling my attention
To what my heart should have formed:
The pact which has been ignored
It met me to cherish
To wipe out my tears
Which none should see;
To hold me in my pieces
in chains that I not tear
during abandoned times; like a company
their help, to aid and support.
My cheeks full and heavy be
but time and moments long passed
to realize and return.
So simple might it seem a return
in reality a difficulty to return
in grips with reality
like treated water entering the drains
in silence
oh in silence the head weeps
as heavy loads hang
on its top and on the knee
decorated caps hang
oh in silence the head weeps
as it wears away the hot floor
and dusty breeze from the shore
stayed for ages without a sweep
oh in silence
the head weeps
at its counterparts
unlike him enclosed to freeze
in offices and cars
oh in silence
the head weeps
in silence a battle to fight
in silence to lose or win
to exit or remain in silence
as heavy loads hang
on its top and on the knee
decorated caps hang
oh in silence the head weeps
as it wears away the hot floor
and dusty breeze from the shore
stayed for ages without a sweep
oh in silence
the head weeps
at its counterparts
unlike him enclosed to freeze
in offices and cars
oh in silence
the head weeps
in silence a battle to fight
in silence to lose or win
to exit or remain in silence
A straw to save
Quick flashes the eyes to see
Through the darkness
The struggling man
Who held on to the straw
in order not to drawn
his alert mind
the falling rain to cover
like an umbrella;
yet wetting his cloak
in preventing the falling rain
Through the darkness
The struggling man
Who held on to the straw
in order not to drawn
his alert mind
the falling rain to cover
like an umbrella;
yet wetting his cloak
in preventing the falling rain
Angel wings
Angel wings
Take over my heel
Lest I go the way of all the earth
Lest a victim I‘ll be when it comes
Angel wings
Ride me high
Above the cloudy sky
Above the falling tear drop my fear will fly
Angel wings
The raging winds blow
The falling hail your wings will hide
But not my view from the glorious rays
Angel wings
The time is come
To my aid now
… angel wings!
Take over my heel
Lest I go the way of all the earth
Lest a victim I‘ll be when it comes
Angel wings
Ride me high
Above the cloudy sky
Above the falling tear drop my fear will fly
Angel wings
The raging winds blow
The falling hail your wings will hide
But not my view from the glorious rays
Angel wings
The time is come
To my aid now
… angel wings!
Sleepy eyes
Oh stay awake sleepy eyes
And never give in to their threats
Of fanciful dreams and tiredness
Withhold not your supporting arms
When all others shy away
For fear of the roaring dusty winds
Which scatters the fragile tendrils
Stay awake oh my sleepy eyes
Round and round your eyelids went
Round the statues and residence
Around; through the corners of the park
To the statues back
Here they came to depart
Anytime they came to depart
Anytime they formed their pact
Here they reviewed the past in the present
Through orders slow to be acted
To achieve their focused future
And never give in to their threats
Of fanciful dreams and tiredness
Withhold not your supporting arms
When all others shy away
For fear of the roaring dusty winds
Which scatters the fragile tendrils
Stay awake oh my sleepy eyes
Round and round your eyelids went
Round the statues and residence
Around; through the corners of the park
To the statues back
Here they came to depart
Anytime they came to depart
Anytime they formed their pact
Here they reviewed the past in the present
Through orders slow to be acted
To achieve their focused future
the endless sea
When I awake and gaze out
Through the morning sun
The Atlantic, that ocean I see
As I search the shores to see
Not the sea shore but the sea
A vast body of water , all I see
Around me , behind me
They hold their smoke pipes up high
Dreaming and digging the shores away
Forgetting my world exist
Our world of falling rain
Of railing winds and floods
Of the Catherina’s and her sisters.
If we've seen her on solid grounds
How much more,
Where the swamps surrounds.
Through the morning sun
The Atlantic, that ocean I see
As I search the shores to see
Not the sea shore but the sea
A vast body of water , all I see
Around me , behind me
They hold their smoke pipes up high
Dreaming and digging the shores away
Forgetting my world exist
Our world of falling rain
Of railing winds and floods
Of the Catherina’s and her sisters.
If we've seen her on solid grounds
How much more,
Where the swamps surrounds.
MADNESS
Very quick we are
To send them packing
Very quick we react
to change their place of abode
but very slow they are to detect them
those who will throw away not cloths
or walk to talk
yet their actions the same
made on our streets
madmen who steer the wheel
and put the sane to sleep
early in their prime
the sleep of dead, a painful sleep
more than those who walk to talk
madness in the home they portray
when in anger their deed
madness from men and women
on their women and their men
bleeding bruises, hurting the heart
separation and even enmity
all from madmen and women who walk not
to talk or throw away their cloths
To send them packing
Very quick we react
to change their place of abode
but very slow they are to detect them
those who will throw away not cloths
or walk to talk
yet their actions the same
made on our streets
madmen who steer the wheel
and put the sane to sleep
early in their prime
the sleep of dead, a painful sleep
more than those who walk to talk
madness in the home they portray
when in anger their deed
madness from men and women
on their women and their men
bleeding bruises, hurting the heart
separation and even enmity
all from madmen and women who walk not
to talk or throw away their cloths
Our clothing
A designer a Needleman
Among others you’ve turned me
To sew a special cloth
Well fitting it will be,
Without a measure it will be
To bring out the hidden you
Like a just lighted candle
in the fearful dark
a clothing to suit all
the frequent changing cloud
a clothing to wear once
never to be removed
because the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
would not penetrate and tarn its white
brightness; the true sign to other designers
fashion could make others nicer, but my
clothing would be for a life long
just as it was from the beginning
when it was first sewed;
in similar sizes and colours,
without any change in texture
without a single uncertainty
the surest way to live long
pick it not from a freezing shop
the changing sky know not
what you wear that would not
be removed; the shield against
the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
which would penetrate and tarn
our white brightness like us
a perpetual sign to others
a ruler among men have they been
false kings whose ruler ship like ill wind
has brought no good;
for long life it would be
my clothing like was first sewed
in same colour, size and texture
by the creator the then designer
before our contemporary needle men
Among others you’ve turned me
To sew a special cloth
Well fitting it will be,
Without a measure it will be
To bring out the hidden you
Like a just lighted candle
in the fearful dark
a clothing to suit all
the frequent changing cloud
a clothing to wear once
never to be removed
because the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
would not penetrate and tarn its white
brightness; the true sign to other designers
fashion could make others nicer, but my
clothing would be for a life long
just as it was from the beginning
when it was first sewed;
in similar sizes and colours,
without any change in texture
without a single uncertainty
the surest way to live long
pick it not from a freezing shop
the changing sky know not
what you wear that would not
be removed; the shield against
the dusty winds by day
and the biting air by night
which would penetrate and tarn
our white brightness like us
a perpetual sign to others
a ruler among men have they been
false kings whose ruler ship like ill wind
has brought no good;
for long life it would be
my clothing like was first sewed
in same colour, size and texture
by the creator the then designer
before our contemporary needle men
the free gift
Freely receive it
the gold that came forth
from the setting sun
twinkling from it position
Freely receive it
its reflection on the golden shores
the gathered cloud like an opening
a kiss provoking lips above the shore
as the sun through it sets
the gold that came forth
from the setting sun
twinkling from it position
Freely receive it
its reflection on the golden shores
the gathered cloud like an opening
a kiss provoking lips above the shore
as the sun through it sets
the wayfaring’s guide
Who will lead the way ?
people of the way their march
their echoes through the dark
the fun chase of the bats
Who will light the flame
without oil, to match
those whose apparels they guard
and are bleached in the light
Who will in sudden receive
a spirit so pure and clean
a move in return not in haste
but slowly to his pace
people of the way their march
their echoes through the dark
the fun chase of the bats
Who will light the flame
without oil, to match
those whose apparels they guard
and are bleached in the light
Who will in sudden receive
a spirit so pure and clean
a move in return not in haste
but slowly to his pace
Above the waters
On the waters above
we wish to be
surrounded by the whirlwinds
its rushing sound
a level so terrifying
a false step from above
a fall so swift
then the deep so sudden:
into the depths so deep
we wish to be
surrounded by the whirlwinds
its rushing sound
a level so terrifying
a false step from above
a fall so swift
then the deep so sudden:
into the depths so deep
Among the lilies
In search for that moment I never had
Behold, a vessel under the sun I found
Polished to sparkle, smooth around
Me, prepared to set sail awaits
Wherever the oars me take
To face the hoisted flag of Poseidon
Marching through its boisterous storm.
Your vessel among the lilies me hide
To become invisible to sight.
There it would rain
For the sun to shine through the rain
And their melodies heard again;
Their beautiful petals to remain
Because their thorny parts
A scare to predators became.
.
This calm around this vessel eats away the distance
The journey through the mind
In orders that can never be refused.
My wet palms I cleaned
Her sleepy eyes in order to greet
And putting me in a sleep
Away flew my cares and burden.
Hold on tight,
Frailty and feebleness
Would die away giving birth to us,
A new born.
Hold on tight,
Flies and bees
Around in search for nectar
From petals, the light exposes.
Hold your grip, still tight,
The grounds after rain
Slippery and muddy remains,
Our water and food would last
As we near the darkness
And for long would remain
So see not the fears so high
Nor the doubt around so tight
To feel ; and bear not their noise
In the dark, the bats.
My smile prolonged,
Your presence on my path
Beamed the light in my darkness
As I solely cherished those two hands
Which cherished each other ;
Your sleepy eyes because of another
Stayed open but close
To the side of each other.
Lasting vitality revived
By those walks together
Oh two hands which held each other.
Together you were seen
Together your thoughts were formed
Even in silence to commune
To share what one has not
Together among the lilies
Behold, a vessel under the sun I found
Polished to sparkle, smooth around
Me, prepared to set sail awaits
Wherever the oars me take
To face the hoisted flag of Poseidon
Marching through its boisterous storm.
Your vessel among the lilies me hide
To become invisible to sight.
There it would rain
For the sun to shine through the rain
And their melodies heard again;
Their beautiful petals to remain
Because their thorny parts
A scare to predators became.
.
This calm around this vessel eats away the distance
The journey through the mind
In orders that can never be refused.
My wet palms I cleaned
Her sleepy eyes in order to greet
And putting me in a sleep
Away flew my cares and burden.
Hold on tight,
Frailty and feebleness
Would die away giving birth to us,
A new born.
Hold on tight,
Flies and bees
Around in search for nectar
From petals, the light exposes.
Hold your grip, still tight,
The grounds after rain
Slippery and muddy remains,
Our water and food would last
As we near the darkness
And for long would remain
So see not the fears so high
Nor the doubt around so tight
To feel ; and bear not their noise
In the dark, the bats.
My smile prolonged,
Your presence on my path
Beamed the light in my darkness
As I solely cherished those two hands
Which cherished each other ;
Your sleepy eyes because of another
Stayed open but close
To the side of each other.
Lasting vitality revived
By those walks together
Oh two hands which held each other.
Together you were seen
Together your thoughts were formed
Even in silence to commune
To share what one has not
Together among the lilies
I gave you my heart
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
An ore that was inherited
By an entire community
And you deserted it
To be consumed by the raging winds
And fiery sun
I gave you my heart
In your hands I placed
The length of days and my life
Many years of nurtured warmth
And of selected choices
Of kindled thoughts
All at a risk I gave
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
Its keys as we rode triumphantly
Side by side the envying night sky
To shine your star and twinkle brightly
On my still waters but briefly
For a perpetual frown
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
My all and I had all what you gave out
Friendship for my love
To lose it all and become broken
Broken from my heart
To my hopes and to my all
Just like all others that came
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
A treasure and you rolled it
Through my fortress in a boat
Without even whispering to me
At where I lay in vigil to see
You in the distance, In the moonlit night
Your radiating smile
Like a flash of lightning in a cloudy day
They will come and go
But I will stay
Remain without the pump of life
The pleasures and the spices
All because of the cooing
The cooing of the migrating cuckoo
Whose feet hardly grips hard
The boughs of the tree of love
In tears the red balls will be
In sorrow the heart will stay
With imprisoned appetite
And weakened strength
Not knowing why I gave my heart
Nor how I place it in your hands
But a loss but a shocking silence
Like broken beads around the waist will be
© Emperor Leander David
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I placed in your hands
An ore that was inherited
By an entire community
And you deserted it
To be consumed by the raging winds
And fiery sun
I gave you my heart
In your hands I placed
The length of days and my life
Many years of nurtured warmth
And of selected choices
Of kindled thoughts
All at a risk I gave
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
Its keys as we rode triumphantly
Side by side the envying night sky
To shine your star and twinkle brightly
On my still waters but briefly
For a perpetual frown
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
My all and I had all what you gave out
Friendship for my love
To lose it all and become broken
Broken from my heart
To my hopes and to my all
Just like all others that came
I gave you my heart
I placed in your hands
A treasure and you rolled it
Through my fortress in a boat
Without even whispering to me
At where I lay in vigil to see
You in the distance, In the moonlit night
Your radiating smile
Like a flash of lightning in a cloudy day
They will come and go
But I will stay
Remain without the pump of life
The pleasures and the spices
All because of the cooing
The cooing of the migrating cuckoo
Whose feet hardly grips hard
The boughs of the tree of love
In tears the red balls will be
In sorrow the heart will stay
With imprisoned appetite
And weakened strength
Not knowing why I gave my heart
Nor how I place it in your hands
But a loss but a shocking silence
Like broken beads around the waist will be
© Emperor Leander David
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Inspired by Betcy
First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog
Made accesible to social media pages of
Walk The Talk Group/ JP International (Jubilee Projections International)
and their allied pages.
Missed call
Harmless it might seem
A miss call, an irreplaceable call
And shivering move down the spine
Did I cause a hurt?
Is it something I said?
Is it well with her?
You might not intend to hurt
But a hurt may be
When you follow your belief
A hurt to those around you
As little as it might seem
Will still cause her a hurt
A miss call, an irreplaceable call
And shivering move down the spine
Did I cause a hurt?
Is it something I said?
Is it well with her?
You might not intend to hurt
But a hurt may be
When you follow your belief
A hurt to those around you
As little as it might seem
Will still cause her a hurt
The royal guest
When the blue turned gray
and tears dropped unending
from the floating fleece above,
darkness joined the night
in silence to hear
the noisy fall.
Her room became crowded
with the cry of the broom
whose tire waist her hands held
up and down, side to side
through the corners, till the walls
and floors sparkled bright.
No complain to instructions, directions
and all which must be obeyed
by the exhausted broom without delay
and the worn out rag as well.
A queen’s orders to the future queen
to prepare a place for her royal aunt.
and tears dropped unending
from the floating fleece above,
darkness joined the night
in silence to hear
the noisy fall.
Her room became crowded
with the cry of the broom
whose tire waist her hands held
up and down, side to side
through the corners, till the walls
and floors sparkled bright.
No complain to instructions, directions
and all which must be obeyed
by the exhausted broom without delay
and the worn out rag as well.
A queen’s orders to the future queen
to prepare a place for her royal aunt.
The blue bird
Trees, branches… fly !
Not away but towards the sky
Leave the green grasses and
dry shrubs and fly my blue bird.
The rising sun rings its bell
And the branches bow down
To the sound of the majestic bell,
Making every hill plain and
brightening every dim light.
Fly high my blue bird
Into the nest of the pear tree
Which has been made, already into
a safe haven away from the fire at
noon day and the predator at night for
the branches are held hand in hand across
a street, a shield to for our nestlings
fly my blue bird
gird your loins with strength
and fly quick for the pear fruit lie ripe
and desolate only for the bats and crows.
Fly quick my blue bird
For the scorching sun will last for long,
And I wait as your nest lie without warmth.
Not away but towards the sky
Leave the green grasses and
dry shrubs and fly my blue bird.
The rising sun rings its bell
And the branches bow down
To the sound of the majestic bell,
Making every hill plain and
brightening every dim light.
Fly high my blue bird
Into the nest of the pear tree
Which has been made, already into
a safe haven away from the fire at
noon day and the predator at night for
the branches are held hand in hand across
a street, a shield to for our nestlings
fly my blue bird
gird your loins with strength
and fly quick for the pear fruit lie ripe
and desolate only for the bats and crows.
Fly quick my blue bird
For the scorching sun will last for long,
And I wait as your nest lie without warmth.
The faceless assassins
it began right there in the womb
even before their fluids met ,
the war of the faceless assassins
of fathoms that have no boundaries
which multiplies with time
enemies without swords
but cuts and wounds deeply on the
battle field of the mind
there we were to fight to the end,
and if we lose , an end of survival
of good. Here the sun will not rise
till one awakes and feels it is not
reel and if we win, only for a brief
moment before a replacement
of another twice or even more
formidable than it has already been
we fight with our instincts and wits
and all that nature has bestowed on
us seen and unseen even the Divine,
just to survive. How long to survive
Will depend on us and the maker:
Our carelessness, our ignorance,
Our perseverance, our obedience, all.
even before their fluids met ,
the war of the faceless assassins
of fathoms that have no boundaries
which multiplies with time
enemies without swords
but cuts and wounds deeply on the
battle field of the mind
there we were to fight to the end,
and if we lose , an end of survival
of good. Here the sun will not rise
till one awakes and feels it is not
reel and if we win, only for a brief
moment before a replacement
of another twice or even more
formidable than it has already been
we fight with our instincts and wits
and all that nature has bestowed on
us seen and unseen even the Divine,
just to survive. How long to survive
Will depend on us and the maker:
Our carelessness, our ignorance,
Our perseverance, our obedience, all.
THE SEA.
It freshens the day
receives all the gay
into its bosom
our sweaty afternoons
a constant refreshing source
which goes on without a stop;
part of the building block
nature's own portion
separated from the top
to its present position
an everlasting treasure unlocks;
a source of free food
only if we can
that art to master
only a little hand
to manage its hook;
a pleasurable sight for all
both near and afar
a light through it all
forms a rainbow from afar
and viewed from their hut;
a legacy to guard and keep
yet what do we see:
the point to empty our cesspits
the coloured odour and poison
is tasted with the nose;
others who stand and watch
worst offenders and guilty
smiling assassins of the voiceless fish
the dying aquatic plants and animals
the groaning sea lingers on;
our sea nature's gift
how long this freshness and food
how long our pleasure and legacy...
if it solely sings
and they chart, its audience.
receives all the gay
into its bosom
our sweaty afternoons
a constant refreshing source
which goes on without a stop;
part of the building block
nature's own portion
separated from the top
to its present position
an everlasting treasure unlocks;
a source of free food
only if we can
that art to master
only a little hand
to manage its hook;
a pleasurable sight for all
both near and afar
a light through it all
forms a rainbow from afar
and viewed from their hut;
a legacy to guard and keep
yet what do we see:
the point to empty our cesspits
the coloured odour and poison
is tasted with the nose;
others who stand and watch
worst offenders and guilty
smiling assassins of the voiceless fish
the dying aquatic plants and animals
the groaning sea lingers on;
our sea nature's gift
how long this freshness and food
how long our pleasure and legacy...
if it solely sings
and they chart, its audience.
WEEP NOT MOTHER
From the dim distance the silence was broken
a mother's voice could be heard too
like one having in her arms a baby.
To make her stop crying she sings
to make her happy at her she smiles
and her touch one could still feel from the distance.
They told us she stopped her cries
as soon as she first heard us cry.
She rushed to have us on her side
in her arms even in her pain
because the fear to see us die
was gone even without a trace.
For giving us all we needed
our first food from within
when we lay under her jealous watch
wrapped in silky white linen,
the honour and pride beaming
from her face towards us.
Everything she did for us
some we acknowledged whereas
others caught our blind eye.
We will wipe your tears mother
your land well watered
now grows wealth unexploited.
Oh weep not, wipe your tears
your crops gave double harvest
your barns now fully filled
will no more you wake
the early birds and their songs
for no more your time to work.
Oh smile and laugh aloud wipe your tears
enjoy the bliss what your
hands have created what your
mind has formed what your
eyes have watched and guarded
now the monarch of far and near.
Wherever your soul lies weep no more
for those tears of love you shed
on us like ripples still moving and spreading
across the circumference of our soul
and will last before the rainy day comes
even if the sun should set no more
a mother's voice could be heard too
like one having in her arms a baby.
To make her stop crying she sings
to make her happy at her she smiles
and her touch one could still feel from the distance.
They told us she stopped her cries
as soon as she first heard us cry.
She rushed to have us on her side
in her arms even in her pain
because the fear to see us die
was gone even without a trace.
For giving us all we needed
our first food from within
when we lay under her jealous watch
wrapped in silky white linen,
the honour and pride beaming
from her face towards us.
Everything she did for us
some we acknowledged whereas
others caught our blind eye.
We will wipe your tears mother
your land well watered
now grows wealth unexploited.
Oh weep not, wipe your tears
your crops gave double harvest
your barns now fully filled
will no more you wake
the early birds and their songs
for no more your time to work.
Oh smile and laugh aloud wipe your tears
enjoy the bliss what your
hands have created what your
mind has formed what your
eyes have watched and guarded
now the monarch of far and near.
Wherever your soul lies weep no more
for those tears of love you shed
on us like ripples still moving and spreading
across the circumference of our soul
and will last before the rainy day comes
even if the sun should set no more
Wednesday 6 July 2011
COUNTESS II
You cast a spell on my sleepy heart
Like a zombie to follow everywhere
Even when hidden or buried
To search and dig out
No matter the time,
Forever it may be
O thou who stole my heart
and left me in happiness
I wish there was another
In its socket to offer
That ye keep them with the other
And not leave them like the others
But bind them closer forever
Like a zombie to follow everywhere
Even when hidden or buried
To search and dig out
No matter the time,
Forever it may be
O thou who stole my heart
and left me in happiness
I wish there was another
In its socket to offer
That ye keep them with the other
And not leave them like the others
But bind them closer forever
three men by the street
They stand to stir
While their contemporaries
In the field prune and water
Their growing crops
In three they stirred
While their mates
On the streets shout
Their goods to sell
Three dark men they were
Two shorter and of equal size
One tallest, in the middle
A tooth opens way through his throat
As he stands only to stir
Yet what has been covered
Revealed, very intriguing when uncovered
Through a missing tooth, our stir
While their contemporaries
In the field prune and water
Their growing crops
In three they stirred
While their mates
On the streets shout
Their goods to sell
Three dark men they were
Two shorter and of equal size
One tallest, in the middle
A tooth opens way through his throat
As he stands only to stir
Yet what has been covered
Revealed, very intriguing when uncovered
Through a missing tooth, our stir
the tired hen
Tired and tired my scream for help
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Always and ever his tossing and turning
His victorious glide will they proclaim
Comfort me not oh oval boiled eggs
Heavy and more you weigh me down
On you I will lie after I lay you fresh
Sweating and sweating to call you my chick
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Soon to lose you to a generational foe
Before the tree top to learn a generational croak
Soon to lose you to his victorious glide
On the wings of the storm his perpetual flight
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Why wait and wait before the grab
Why not early before the hatch
Before I light the furnace to call my chicks
To have them fresh and green after the dew
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Tired and tired my run for help
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and never she’ll refuse to be comforted
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Always and ever his tossing and turning
His victorious glide will they proclaim
Comfort me not oh oval boiled eggs
Heavy and more you weigh me down
On you I will lie after I lay you fresh
Sweating and sweating to call you my chick
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Soon to lose you to a generational foe
Before the tree top to learn a generational croak
Soon to lose you to his victorious glide
On the wings of the storm his perpetual flight
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Why wait and wait before the grab
Why not early before the hatch
Before I light the furnace to call my chicks
To have them fresh and green after the dew
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted
Tired and tired my run for help
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and never she’ll refuse to be comforted
Decision
The die is cast
The eye has seen
The ears to keep
The vibrating number
Be it sour with tears
Or sweet with laughter
Will the hands stay close
To the marching feet
Of a displaced mind?
The eye has seen
The ears to keep
The vibrating number
Be it sour with tears
Or sweet with laughter
Will the hands stay close
To the marching feet
Of a displaced mind?
The embrace
Let their frail branches intertwine
Grow fresh and green their leaves
Even their hard dry bark;
And in their embrace
Like currents, its mild shock;
Their comforting hold on the neck
Brief, as they lie in a lock.
Grow fresh and green their leaves
Even their hard dry bark;
And in their embrace
Like currents, its mild shock;
Their comforting hold on the neck
Brief, as they lie in a lock.
Monday 4 July 2011
Otorfoi
During the silent hours of the gentle light
When above its shape whole, the single eye
Amidst the tenderness of the calm falling rays
When the fire above overhead remains
Briefly and suddenly:
We hear them reaching out to ready minds
The play back of saturated moments of yesterday
Still living in the present day.
When the thick flux clears from our eyes
We see their thin reflection on the soul’s eye
Briefly and suddenly:
The rowdy procession of the forgotten past
Still struggling to survive in the present day.
Blaring and bereavement
They hear on the streets
Gasping and panting
For air in between waves like a hill
Gathering and packing
For survival in the blast at the battlefield
All in violence their souls to take
Their dreams frozen and abandoned
Briefly and suddenly;
Not a goodbye to loved ones
In a terrible fear their departure from the gates
Briefly and suddenly;
Their cries screaming the loudest
To the dead ear when opened, they come out
Briefly and suddenly.
On the streets a damage
On the slopes a shot
On the shores a drown
They live there in sadness
A real departure they await
Like convicts on death roll
A head of a ram to roll
Its blood to free their hold
Its voice to follow homewards
An abode of souls them awaits
Briefly and suddenly.
When above its shape whole, the single eye
Amidst the tenderness of the calm falling rays
When the fire above overhead remains
Briefly and suddenly:
We hear them reaching out to ready minds
The play back of saturated moments of yesterday
Still living in the present day.
When the thick flux clears from our eyes
We see their thin reflection on the soul’s eye
Briefly and suddenly:
The rowdy procession of the forgotten past
Still struggling to survive in the present day.
Blaring and bereavement
They hear on the streets
Gasping and panting
For air in between waves like a hill
Gathering and packing
For survival in the blast at the battlefield
All in violence their souls to take
Their dreams frozen and abandoned
Briefly and suddenly;
Not a goodbye to loved ones
In a terrible fear their departure from the gates
Briefly and suddenly;
Their cries screaming the loudest
To the dead ear when opened, they come out
Briefly and suddenly.
On the streets a damage
On the slopes a shot
On the shores a drown
They live there in sadness
A real departure they await
Like convicts on death roll
A head of a ram to roll
Its blood to free their hold
Its voice to follow homewards
An abode of souls them awaits
Briefly and suddenly.
Agama
Up and down as the little leaves
Wave at the blowing wet wind.
Up and down its head painted red
Struggling to soak up the juice of nuts that fell
On its jaws to be munched
Into its bosom craving for more;
Agama clothed in a white sack cloth
Proclaimed king by himself
Not telling any not fearing any
Runs to his hut beneath the rock.
To his aid his wife, shaking in terror
At him her laughter: not telling the little children.
Oh the hail of stones that clouded the sky
Not at a prey the numerous throw of stones
Nor to consume but a fun fare sport
Agama out again in majesty
Surrounded by the open air, their homage
The shadow of a claw it saw come
Too late before his attempt to run
Out of the grip of a hungry claw
Agama screamed, into the air they flew to float
His aid his wife, his rescue never came its haste
Agama sounded his scream aloud, the second louder
Yet stronger a sound than his, he heard
Down and down, so soon they fell faster
Dizzily descending to the ground, the trembling claw his side
Agama runs; run! Agama, run!!
A rush to his hut beneath the rock
The footsteps so soon came in haste, stopping at the spot
The hawk, motionless; in a sack bag behind him
Smoke from his smoky pipe, into the hut to hide
The dog by his side, in his hand a golden gun
All with his dizziness, lost and gone for good.
Wave at the blowing wet wind.
Up and down its head painted red
Struggling to soak up the juice of nuts that fell
On its jaws to be munched
Into its bosom craving for more;
Agama clothed in a white sack cloth
Proclaimed king by himself
Not telling any not fearing any
Runs to his hut beneath the rock.
To his aid his wife, shaking in terror
At him her laughter: not telling the little children.
Oh the hail of stones that clouded the sky
Not at a prey the numerous throw of stones
Nor to consume but a fun fare sport
Agama out again in majesty
Surrounded by the open air, their homage
The shadow of a claw it saw come
Too late before his attempt to run
Out of the grip of a hungry claw
Agama screamed, into the air they flew to float
His aid his wife, his rescue never came its haste
Agama sounded his scream aloud, the second louder
Yet stronger a sound than his, he heard
Down and down, so soon they fell faster
Dizzily descending to the ground, the trembling claw his side
Agama runs; run! Agama, run!!
A rush to his hut beneath the rock
The footsteps so soon came in haste, stopping at the spot
The hawk, motionless; in a sack bag behind him
Smoke from his smoky pipe, into the hut to hide
The dog by his side, in his hand a golden gun
All with his dizziness, lost and gone for good.
Her nagging
You saw me
Felt me
Heard me:
I love you
Everything showed I did
But you see it not so;
I changed for you
Gave my all
Small and big
Everything received
Showed I did
But for you: nay, not enough;
Everyone has got pride
Lost mine
For you
For love’s sake
Everything showed I did
But for you: nay, not enough;
Anything I did
Nothing without a reason
Else I say sorry
Thinking I don’t listen:
All I give is reason
But you see it not so;
I just ended one
Started I another
Worse than the other
When anything makes news for one
Everything hardly ever will last for two:
First, joy; then, sorrow.
Felt me
Heard me:
I love you
Everything showed I did
But you see it not so;
I changed for you
Gave my all
Small and big
Everything received
Showed I did
But for you: nay, not enough;
Everyone has got pride
Lost mine
For you
For love’s sake
Everything showed I did
But for you: nay, not enough;
Anything I did
Nothing without a reason
Else I say sorry
Thinking I don’t listen:
All I give is reason
But you see it not so;
I just ended one
Started I another
Worse than the other
When anything makes news for one
Everything hardly ever will last for two:
First, joy; then, sorrow.
OUR EXPECTATION
Help will always be found
Problems will always be solved
But failed to help me
Whom indeed a faithful friend.
It couldn’t end my woes
What has worked for others
We are all different
Expect nothing like before.
Anybody could help
Not only a friend
Anything could solve it be it little
Solves something what others say.
Our expectation our only worry
Our expectation our only woe
Our expectation can be met sometimes
Our expectation, worry not if not all times.
Problems will always be solved
But failed to help me
Whom indeed a faithful friend.
It couldn’t end my woes
What has worked for others
We are all different
Expect nothing like before.
Anybody could help
Not only a friend
Anything could solve it be it little
Solves something what others say.
Our expectation our only worry
Our expectation our only woe
Our expectation can be met sometimes
Our expectation, worry not if not all times.
My lost love
This was not the first time
My heart pumped to the depths
My hurt deeper than the deep:
Pain, ordeal, agony
All alone I bear
Without any to share
When the most, them I needed.
I raised my head high into the closed heavens
Yet could not hide my ever dropping tears
Nor one, a kin to find so near
In my solitude, my loneliness to share
Solitude not needed, loneliness incurable
Like a plague to eat me up from within:
Everything that meant much
Like a horse strong, like a fortress fortified
Guarded by its thick brick walls
All, this flood water, away took.
With crossed fingers I watched and gazed
As the only help I had, my hands
Never forsook me, but by me stood.
Gashing memories rose tall to their peak
Yet found I nothing but ashes and scars
All gone and without a single trace
What this flood water took away
With the wind its rushing sounds an aid.
Fainting memories I can only picture not revive
Painful memories that make me weep and weaker
Bitter memories flashing contours on my clear face
Sounding memories soft and calm like a whisper
Tearing apart and asunder everything on its way.
With that gaze in her blazing eyes
I know no more what once a smiling face.
Her hand moved towards the door
Her legs through the exit
My hand failed to hold
My legs standing glued to the ground
All with her, only with a bank
Never to return home, again into my bosom.
My heart pumped to the depths
My hurt deeper than the deep:
Pain, ordeal, agony
All alone I bear
Without any to share
When the most, them I needed.
I raised my head high into the closed heavens
Yet could not hide my ever dropping tears
Nor one, a kin to find so near
In my solitude, my loneliness to share
Solitude not needed, loneliness incurable
Like a plague to eat me up from within:
Everything that meant much
Like a horse strong, like a fortress fortified
Guarded by its thick brick walls
All, this flood water, away took.
With crossed fingers I watched and gazed
As the only help I had, my hands
Never forsook me, but by me stood.
Gashing memories rose tall to their peak
Yet found I nothing but ashes and scars
All gone and without a single trace
What this flood water took away
With the wind its rushing sounds an aid.
Fainting memories I can only picture not revive
Painful memories that make me weep and weaker
Bitter memories flashing contours on my clear face
Sounding memories soft and calm like a whisper
Tearing apart and asunder everything on its way.
With that gaze in her blazing eyes
I know no more what once a smiling face.
Her hand moved towards the door
Her legs through the exit
My hand failed to hold
My legs standing glued to the ground
All with her, only with a bank
Never to return home, again into my bosom.
Welcome
Hail!! Hail!! Hail!!
From afar the battle drums are beaten
The king and his warriors
At the square all gathered
Shouts of praise surrounds him
Like beautiful beads around the waist
Welcome!! The beater said
Visitors from the unknown world
Guardians from the realms above
Keepers of nature and our brothers
Here we jubilate and make merry
Our victory songs we sing to dance
Those gone afar and beyond we remember
To invoke and embrace what they left behind:
Our togetherness
Our freedom
Our prosperity
Hail!! Hail!! Hail!!
Another year of togetherness
Year of freedom
Of prosperity.
Let us drink and dine
Let us drum and dance
Let all say aloud “walk the talk”
Our response “Words well read, said, heard”
From afar the battle drums are beaten
The king and his warriors
At the square all gathered
Shouts of praise surrounds him
Like beautiful beads around the waist
Welcome!! The beater said
Visitors from the unknown world
Guardians from the realms above
Keepers of nature and our brothers
Here we jubilate and make merry
Our victory songs we sing to dance
Those gone afar and beyond we remember
To invoke and embrace what they left behind:
Our togetherness
Our freedom
Our prosperity
Hail!! Hail!! Hail!!
Another year of togetherness
Year of freedom
Of prosperity.
Let us drink and dine
Let us drum and dance
Let all say aloud “walk the talk”
Our response “Words well read, said, heard”
THE FRUITFUL CLASH
More than a tower, a fortress
The clash, the warmth of our breath;
Where will be guarded, kept
Our voices; where our thoughts
Would be traced and found
To manifest and shape our vision
Like upwelling magma into the air
To solidify and become unmoved
The clash, the warmth of our breath;
Where will be guarded, kept
Our voices; where our thoughts
Would be traced and found
To manifest and shape our vision
Like upwelling magma into the air
To solidify and become unmoved
laasu ogbe
Just in front of the wall
And metal gate surrounding the oak,
It took a circular sweep of fallen leaves
Slowly like baby waves in yonder shore
Crying aloud without any to hear
Its departure; the eyes bewildering
From the lonely brown bare earth.
And metal gate surrounding the oak,
It took a circular sweep of fallen leaves
Slowly like baby waves in yonder shore
Crying aloud without any to hear
Its departure; the eyes bewildering
From the lonely brown bare earth.
broken bottles on the field
A joyful play with the foot
Head heading a ball to hoot
A foul of dark clouds form
Over clear calm bright sky.
Broken bottles on the streets
Will let it out, bloody scene will be;
Shouts that could not be heard
If anger covers the eyes not to see
Nor ears to hear, already
A sorrowful song being sang
Head heading a ball to hoot
A foul of dark clouds form
Over clear calm bright sky.
Broken bottles on the streets
Will let it out, bloody scene will be;
Shouts that could not be heard
If anger covers the eyes not to see
Nor ears to hear, already
A sorrowful song being sang
break not her heart
They will fear and hate you
If you break their heart;
And if they know you’ll do it
Never will they have allowed it.
What happiness, breaking to replace
Her jealous and proud heart
Of mistrust and indecision
Covered with fear and fright
Will I break to replace
Joyfully to live with you.
If you break their heart;
And if they know you’ll do it
Never will they have allowed it.
What happiness, breaking to replace
Her jealous and proud heart
Of mistrust and indecision
Covered with fear and fright
Will I break to replace
Joyfully to live with you.
I AM IN LOVE
I am in love
What about you?
Did you fall or grow in love?
And if your answer be first
What happens when again you stand?
And if your answer be last
How tall do you want to become?
And at what speed the race?
These please remember when
You are in love
What about you?
Did you fall or grow in love?
And if your answer be first
What happens when again you stand?
And if your answer be last
How tall do you want to become?
And at what speed the race?
These please remember when
You are in love
their feet will play
Football our feet will play
While on the sea sand we lay
To share our life’s earnings together
And drink to a common good in number
Many shall pass and peep
Many shall stand and stir
Many more shall sigh and smile
From afar a sight beautiful to behold…
Captured by the magnet of the mind.
While on the sea sand we lay
To share our life’s earnings together
And drink to a common good in number
Many shall pass and peep
Many shall stand and stir
Many more shall sigh and smile
From afar a sight beautiful to behold…
Captured by the magnet of the mind.
the heated sun , the heated shore
The heated sun breathes vapour
About, it moves and tired not
Like a horse to gallop and tired not;
The changing rays their changing tides
Along they run on the snow ice.
Like a sliced orange, its gentle squeeze
Till all their heavy body lie
On the boughs of the heated shore.
About, it moves and tired not
Like a horse to gallop and tired not;
The changing rays their changing tides
Along they run on the snow ice.
Like a sliced orange, its gentle squeeze
Till all their heavy body lie
On the boughs of the heated shore.
not to sleep but till
Not out of malice
Only not being aware
There in, what one stood for
In the garden of he who is.
Not to show disrespect
Only to look on and on it, watch.
Not to be destroyed by ignorance
Beside the great Nim tree.
Beside their fellow thinkers they sat
Covered by the cloth of awe.
His garden all others there in lie
Before passing on, not to sleep but till.
Only not being aware
There in, what one stood for
In the garden of he who is.
Not to show disrespect
Only to look on and on it, watch.
Not to be destroyed by ignorance
Beside the great Nim tree.
Beside their fellow thinkers they sat
Covered by the cloth of awe.
His garden all others there in lie
Before passing on, not to sleep but till.
spreading his wings
For your care and thoughtfulness
I am very pleased in thankfulness.;
Not even my queen to be
Has thought as such of me;
To stay forever like this, man will not
But spread his wings to grow tall;
Higher and broader
The sun’s light to cover;
Until it is seen no more but him
In a time when man will look up to him;
Across the circumference of the earth
For their light on the dark but firm earth.
I am very pleased in thankfulness.;
Not even my queen to be
Has thought as such of me;
To stay forever like this, man will not
But spread his wings to grow tall;
Higher and broader
The sun’s light to cover;
Until it is seen no more but him
In a time when man will look up to him;
Across the circumference of the earth
For their light on the dark but firm earth.
waiting not in weariness
Very tight my whole body
Not even a leg to budge
When my vision far better
And the way clearer than before
Very immobile am i
Even as my running thoughts
Have never been stopped
Even from being greater now than I
The very push I’ll need but whom
To be free not only to move…
At long last I’ll wait not wearyingly
For the unknown mask man
Not even a leg to budge
When my vision far better
And the way clearer than before
Very immobile am i
Even as my running thoughts
Have never been stopped
Even from being greater now than I
The very push I’ll need but whom
To be free not only to move…
At long last I’ll wait not wearyingly
For the unknown mask man
comforting showers
I count the number the times
Blessed from above their showers
Which brought out mine from my eyes
Uncontrolled to wet the corners of my eyes.
The number of times I have often cleaned
Allowed to dry I have wished
Because it was soon made wet.
Warm showers that cover the body
Like a coat in winter will fall on me
Oh fall on me!
Remind me of it all
My beginning my smile
My ending my frown
Oh fall on me!
Don’t you feel the touching breeze
Coming down through the door way
In a stretched hand to greet?
Do you see it climbing neatly
Like a snake on my stake
To poison the system with a painless bite?
Seducing my worry with an ease
Leaving me in a comforting daze
Descending low the new world to view
Oh bless me now; gentle showers to the brim
… in a haste, the vision dims.
Blessed from above their showers
Which brought out mine from my eyes
Uncontrolled to wet the corners of my eyes.
The number of times I have often cleaned
Allowed to dry I have wished
Because it was soon made wet.
Warm showers that cover the body
Like a coat in winter will fall on me
Oh fall on me!
Remind me of it all
My beginning my smile
My ending my frown
Oh fall on me!
Don’t you feel the touching breeze
Coming down through the door way
In a stretched hand to greet?
Do you see it climbing neatly
Like a snake on my stake
To poison the system with a painless bite?
Seducing my worry with an ease
Leaving me in a comforting daze
Descending low the new world to view
Oh bless me now; gentle showers to the brim
… in a haste, the vision dims.
My feathers of wax
The sun is up its eyes shinning
Over we’ll fly across the sky
Stronger we’ll flap to fly high
Higher above the sun
Fearing not the melt above
My shinny feathers of wax
Hear the sound hitting me hard
Shaping me through my cry so loud
Heat and fire will redden my being
My length into molten metal will be
A grudge with the hammer to be worn
A necklace around the neck to adorn
Over we’ll fly across the sky
Stronger we’ll flap to fly high
Higher above the sun
Fearing not the melt above
My shinny feathers of wax
Hear the sound hitting me hard
Shaping me through my cry so loud
Heat and fire will redden my being
My length into molten metal will be
A grudge with the hammer to be worn
A necklace around the neck to adorn
the speaking face
Soaked with a feeling
I couldn’t describe
My inner man yelled loudly
Yet she couldn’t hear
But my face which spoke not
Yelled the loudest her hearing
A profess of peace
Seated on rocky bombs
An explosion the least outlook
A while, a cat from the bag
Chasing out our mixed feelings
Raining serenity on our dry grasses
I couldn’t describe
My inner man yelled loudly
Yet she couldn’t hear
But my face which spoke not
Yelled the loudest her hearing
A profess of peace
Seated on rocky bombs
An explosion the least outlook
A while, a cat from the bag
Chasing out our mixed feelings
Raining serenity on our dry grasses
what i have to show
I wanna know
What have I than words
That you left
Tell me
What have I than mere words
Not plain but vain
Without any substance or depth
Which I can search and dig out
In ease in no time.
Words that have tied me down
So tight like the spider’s web
To freely fall the slightest shake.
With this I have to contend
The long relentless effort?
You weighed it
Lighter than a feather
Thinner than the air around
In dismay again I lay
A task to undertake
A task to proof your worth
Your worth on that bar again I lay
To clear the doubting waves
Off the silent shore.
It will make you shudder
Shred up and black out
To feel giddy when you hear.
Yet will allow you alone
The final judge to make amends
As I lay patiently on the shore
To either say good bye to my peace
Or stay awake with it
Your response the final bit.
What have I than words
That you left
Tell me
What have I than mere words
Not plain but vain
Without any substance or depth
Which I can search and dig out
In ease in no time.
Words that have tied me down
So tight like the spider’s web
To freely fall the slightest shake.
With this I have to contend
The long relentless effort?
You weighed it
Lighter than a feather
Thinner than the air around
In dismay again I lay
A task to undertake
A task to proof your worth
Your worth on that bar again I lay
To clear the doubting waves
Off the silent shore.
It will make you shudder
Shred up and black out
To feel giddy when you hear.
Yet will allow you alone
The final judge to make amends
As I lay patiently on the shore
To either say good bye to my peace
Or stay awake with it
Your response the final bit.
Rain on me
Will you rain on me
The rain full of love
On my withering grasses
When over, the rainy days
Gone and never to return?
Will you rain on me
Dark clouds to gather again
The latter rain to return
Now and forever I pray?
The rain full of love
On my withering grasses
When over, the rainy days
Gone and never to return?
Will you rain on me
Dark clouds to gather again
The latter rain to return
Now and forever I pray?
Above the waters
On the waters above
We wish to be
Surrounded by the whirlwinds
Its rushing sound
A level so terrifying
A false step from above
A fall so swift
Then the deep so sudden:
Into the depths so deep
We wish to be
Surrounded by the whirlwinds
Its rushing sound
A level so terrifying
A false step from above
A fall so swift
Then the deep so sudden:
Into the depths so deep
concealed emotions
Many a time I have looked through
Those convincing bright eyes
And have left it unsaid
Fury and fume dissipated
Like solid ice into flowing water
Calm and cooling my tempest high
An irresistible attraction
Two bodies sitting in silence
Pride concealing their deepest emotion
Those convincing bright eyes
And have left it unsaid
Fury and fume dissipated
Like solid ice into flowing water
Calm and cooling my tempest high
An irresistible attraction
Two bodies sitting in silence
Pride concealing their deepest emotion
ride my bicycle
I’ll ride my bicycle
They will laugh in their cars
Stuffed by its cool air
And will die young
As I continue to live long
They will laugh in their cars
Stuffed by its cool air
And will die young
As I continue to live long
That Saturday night
The eager hands with vigour
Search to grab and fill full
Its treasure sac, and to glow
Around the head like a saint
Smoke unpleasant rises high
Quick to fill our sacs full
Smoke the unpleasant nose to smell
Beautiful smoke from the grill
Will I invite and yearn in earnest
To lie with on my white linen
Through their abode I’ll pass
The passing light again I’ll grab
Through the thick dark smoke
Which engulfed me like a winter coat
To suffocate and pour out
These honey juices brewed
By my watery eyes from my tear gland
Because the light is gone
Out from the star I’ve found
Search to grab and fill full
Its treasure sac, and to glow
Around the head like a saint
Smoke unpleasant rises high
Quick to fill our sacs full
Smoke the unpleasant nose to smell
Beautiful smoke from the grill
Will I invite and yearn in earnest
To lie with on my white linen
Through their abode I’ll pass
The passing light again I’ll grab
Through the thick dark smoke
Which engulfed me like a winter coat
To suffocate and pour out
These honey juices brewed
By my watery eyes from my tear gland
Because the light is gone
Out from the star I’ve found
The old calabash
Still with its cracks
The old calabash
I’ll drink, I’ll pour
Out to come
The wine, the water
So sweet and Much more
So smooth from her lips carved.
To taste a solemn drink
I’ll not pour, I’ll drink
To provoke that hand
That abounds in fragrance
To hold a delicate dear
It’ll pour not only on the floor
We’ll drink, into our bowels.
Never from one imported
Bearing the anarchy of the ages!
We’ll drink, we’ll pour;
Not even its stinking rubber!
I’ll touch, I’ll pour.
Nor from its water!
I’ll drink, I’ll pour.
From what has now desecrated our land
We’ll never drink, I’ll never pour!
The old calabash
I’ll drink, I’ll pour
Out to come
The wine, the water
So sweet and Much more
So smooth from her lips carved.
To taste a solemn drink
I’ll not pour, I’ll drink
To provoke that hand
That abounds in fragrance
To hold a delicate dear
It’ll pour not only on the floor
We’ll drink, into our bowels.
Never from one imported
Bearing the anarchy of the ages!
We’ll drink, we’ll pour;
Not even its stinking rubber!
I’ll touch, I’ll pour.
Nor from its water!
I’ll drink, I’ll pour.
From what has now desecrated our land
We’ll never drink, I’ll never pour!
dressed in painted clay
There in the distance they gather
Can you hear the big big drums
Tum-pun tum-pun they sound
May it not be sadness but joy
Until near I will be
My doubts will surely flee
Men in similar clothes their women too
As they mark their feet from the knee in white clay
Along the street proudly stood like guest at Otufu
Bringing home the new convert
Dressed and painted in white and clay
Their feet bare, on the red earth
Can you hear the big big drums
Tum-pun tum-pun they sound
May it not be sadness but joy
Until near I will be
My doubts will surely flee
Men in similar clothes their women too
As they mark their feet from the knee in white clay
Along the street proudly stood like guest at Otufu
Bringing home the new convert
Dressed and painted in white and clay
Their feet bare, on the red earth
night walk
Night walk around town
Just after the single fire is put out
By the invisible hand on the switch;
Several fires will be lighted
Not brighter than the former
Their reflecting light in a line.
Their play they end holding
Their white ball in hand;
Along the streets, walking:
Through the path to rest.
Just after the single fire is put out
By the invisible hand on the switch;
Several fires will be lighted
Not brighter than the former
Their reflecting light in a line.
Their play they end holding
Their white ball in hand;
Along the streets, walking:
Through the path to rest.
The rider
She rode sideways like a he
On a horse in blue jeans
Descending gently
With bangles in her ears and wrist.
Exposed to her thigh from her knee
Her blue jeans to see.
Down around her ankle, golden chains stood
Around about her toes, a ring
Round her finger too;
To show singly like a wig
Her shinning woven hair
Hanging in a tie
Behind her neck.
On a horse in blue jeans
Descending gently
With bangles in her ears and wrist.
Exposed to her thigh from her knee
Her blue jeans to see.
Down around her ankle, golden chains stood
Around about her toes, a ring
Round her finger too;
To show singly like a wig
Her shinning woven hair
Hanging in a tie
Behind her neck.
his truth
In a rush all to say
Not to fear the cell or sword
Because the heart spoke
With no noise in the sound
After several days of silence
Not to fear the cell or sword
Because the heart spoke
With no noise in the sound
After several days of silence
The singing stream
The streams sing no more
For the birds to join the dance in the air
Their throats the dumping sewage dries
Emptying their stomachs salting their lakes
Collecting her necklaces of shells
Along the curves of its banks
In order they enter in a queue
Baby duckling following mother duck
Into the stream to swim
Drying their wet coloured feathers
On the sun on one foot they stand
In remembrance of he who will come
I heard not in tall years
The morning rhymes on the tree top
The running hen lay down
The scattered chicks digging maggots
After series of flight
The tired hawk could not perch
The coconut tree is cut
The birds have migrated
Away they flew with their melodies
The melodies that crown king
The trees over the shrubs
Along the banks not men
But silence that hover around
Where it once stood, the tree
The missing shade which is gone.
For the birds to join the dance in the air
Their throats the dumping sewage dries
Emptying their stomachs salting their lakes
Collecting her necklaces of shells
Along the curves of its banks
In order they enter in a queue
Baby duckling following mother duck
Into the stream to swim
Drying their wet coloured feathers
On the sun on one foot they stand
In remembrance of he who will come
I heard not in tall years
The morning rhymes on the tree top
The running hen lay down
The scattered chicks digging maggots
After series of flight
The tired hawk could not perch
The coconut tree is cut
The birds have migrated
Away they flew with their melodies
The melodies that crown king
The trees over the shrubs
Along the banks not men
But silence that hover around
Where it once stood, the tree
The missing shade which is gone.
Her silence
Silence, her silence led straight
Into the bar of justice, tied by guilt
Stronger than fetters in an air
Tight cave painted in mercy.
I only heard but had nothing
Passing through the pipe for response.
Nothing because I have been weighed
Even to be lighter than a feather
And have found no plea in that
But a quick haste of what
Needed to be done for this soul
Who unworthy had made itself
Only worthy to be destroyed.
What has never been written
What has never been imagined
Could be done by him to her
She whom he claimed he loved
Allowed her alone to fathoms within
To the catcalls of bats without
Who like vampires her blood will suck,
Clouds from the south
My dry and dirty hill blow
And even not lack
Her gentle dew before dusk
Nor the showers before dawn.
Oh easterlies blow along her hot coast!
And my shame away will drive
Without a halt till I can face her again
… have solely cherished and fancied
And have woefully betrayed and defied
Calmly as she let out in words
What should have torn me
To pieces like an angry claw,
What should have blinded on sight;
Without rage without malice, out came
Its floating sound me to calm:
It’s done, she said
As the fumes that have up welled within
Because of a misguided lips
Around an enemy in a friends cloth.
His feet he has deepened in her pool
His clothes dripping off its soaked water
While will no longer she- her mind
To swim again, to change
Let alone with him.
Into the bar of justice, tied by guilt
Stronger than fetters in an air
Tight cave painted in mercy.
I only heard but had nothing
Passing through the pipe for response.
Nothing because I have been weighed
Even to be lighter than a feather
And have found no plea in that
But a quick haste of what
Needed to be done for this soul
Who unworthy had made itself
Only worthy to be destroyed.
What has never been written
What has never been imagined
Could be done by him to her
She whom he claimed he loved
Allowed her alone to fathoms within
To the catcalls of bats without
Who like vampires her blood will suck,
Clouds from the south
My dry and dirty hill blow
And even not lack
Her gentle dew before dusk
Nor the showers before dawn.
Oh easterlies blow along her hot coast!
And my shame away will drive
Without a halt till I can face her again
… have solely cherished and fancied
And have woefully betrayed and defied
Calmly as she let out in words
What should have torn me
To pieces like an angry claw,
What should have blinded on sight;
Without rage without malice, out came
Its floating sound me to calm:
It’s done, she said
As the fumes that have up welled within
Because of a misguided lips
Around an enemy in a friends cloth.
His feet he has deepened in her pool
His clothes dripping off its soaked water
While will no longer she- her mind
To swim again, to change
Let alone with him.
the soul
Like a flash through the flow
Turned active the dull flux
Purifying our solid impurities
That have lived through the ages
Through cycles and incarnations;
Before we got here
Years before our first cry
Our crawl our walk;
Before lisp turned words audible
Enough the inactive mind it quickened
The hyperactive mind it calmed.
Here all came
Its juicy sap to taste:
Full of greatness, of enlightenment;
And will still come after we are gone
Turned active the dull flux
Purifying our solid impurities
That have lived through the ages
Through cycles and incarnations;
Before we got here
Years before our first cry
Our crawl our walk;
Before lisp turned words audible
Enough the inactive mind it quickened
The hyperactive mind it calmed.
Here all came
Its juicy sap to taste:
Full of greatness, of enlightenment;
And will still come after we are gone
© Emperor Leander David
NB
First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog
Made accessible to social media pages of
Walk The Talk Group/ JP International (Jubilee Projections
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First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog
Made accessible to social media pages of
Walk The Talk Group/ JP International (Jubilee Projections
International) and their
allied pages.
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