An Englyn Milwr Banter (dVerse)

Staring into the nothingness before
Inspiration flat, no thoughts of lore
ALAS! EUREKA! a spark of grandeur!

and then I write:

To give ones love and yet be kept in thirst
Many are the souls blessed with such a curse
Yet to live and not have loved is much worse

Today on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/11/formforall-englyn/) we are taking a look at the Englyn (plural Englynion). This is an ancient form of Celtic poetry.

Traditionally the Englyn was used to praise or mock someone well-known. Because of their brevity, they can distil ideas or emotion in a concise verse.

There are eight different forms of Englyn. I have chosen the Englyn milwr

Englyn milwr

This is the soldier’s Englyn, which consists of three seven syllable lines, all of which rhyme.

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Thanks Sue Judd! I hope my poem did some justice to today’s topic 🙂

My road to enlightenment

A little wiser than yesterday

The room upstairs, initially a dull shade
but filled with many treasures
needing only a spark to brighten the space

A little wiser than yesterday

The chamber in my head brightens from a deem,
light emanating from a match
but I have my sights set on a blazing bush

A little wiser than yesterday

There’s  a progressive glow each day
as wisdom becomes watchword
and knowledge my banner

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious – Carl Jung

…to my Motherland (incl. Haiku #17)

Outrage Trails Killing Of Three UNIPORT Students Over Alleged Theft http://www.ngrguardiannews.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=100848:outrage-trails-killing-of-three-uniport-students-over-alleged-theft&catid=1:national&Itemid=559

She's growing older
  Her children growing colder
  Where did she go wrong?!

This Haiku was inspired by the recent killing of three University students in my country. According to the Nigerian Guardian (Outrage Trails Killing Of Three UNIPORT Students Over Alleged Theft) they where mercilessly beaten and burnt alive by the villagers of the community for allegedly stealing Blackberry mobile phones and laptops in an off-campus hostel of their institution. There was even a video  capture of the event that went viral (VERY GRUESOME STUFF! Please be warned!) …  its been sent to me a couple of times, but have refused to see it 😦

Taken off facebook.com

Came across this picture yesterday while on facebook and laughed at how frightened it made me at first glance; I laughed even more when I read its title “Uncle Carnage wants YOU!” but today it takes on a new meaning as I consider the gruesome act of jungle justice that has taken place within my country’s shores.

To My Motherland

Turn the Stars on his hat to Green and White  stripes and wonder if Uncle Carnage hasn’t already claimed  “US”

When did it become so bad 9ja?!

Dealing with the level of corruption and mayhem within your shores is bad enough …but THIS??!!

Yet I am still in love with your Green, White, Green!

It happened somewhere in the red light district….

A chaste brethren lay fallen tonight
in a corner room, in a district of red light

Wondering on actions that lead to this
the moment still fresh, he reminisce

Like delicate orbs wrapped in silken case
Delicious juices her carriages laced

The sweetest nectar from her breasts did he taste
To ecstasy’s gates his sensations raced

As though Lucid but still awake
In her fountains he finds his honey filled lake

His very first of such experience met,
skill in her torso turns him flounder in her net

Caution to the wind; mind set on fire
as he bites of the forbidden fruit in mindless desire

Finally an end comes to all good things
now on his back, the angel with broken wings

Tortured by the thought of a night passion’s end
with this lady of the night with a baby to tend

A photograph taken of the Red Light District i...
A photograph taken of the Red Light District in Amsterdam. It is also known as the “Wallen”. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Lady Onion

OK, today on dVerse its all about food and poetry courtesy of Claudia so I’m reblogging this piece as a token of my expression … hope you like 🙂

festivalking's avatarFestival King

Bundle of complication, Passionate; Rich in flavor, I could swear you be Cancerian by your mystifying behavior.
You are many layers; one core, Peeling at you leaves me sore, Wanting you is torture but the treasure of your spice I cannot ignore.
Lady, wild and free, Let me tend to you in my garden without fee, Let me have you for my own and savor your gifts, I alone.
O Common and yet Rare ingredient in my course of life, I long to keep you and have you for my wife. So in tears I'll patiently strip away to your center;

 Knocking on the portal to your heart till you 'gree me enter. And though you may be complex and sting for a time, I know Lady Onion, someday you'll be mine...
©2011 Festivalking

Hahaha! 😀

Just had fun with this, but I guess you can tell by now that…

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Haiku #16

‘Seems we missed the train
Questions- how we lost our way.
Love lacked a road map…

Fighting his way back home to you…

6.30 in the P.M and just got off the grinder. Peak period for traffic so I’m killing time at the bar round the corner from my office. Its a day like any. I’m tired. I’ve got my sleeves rolled up and my tie undone and I’m sipping on a LARGE glass of larger. I’m having a mental conversation with myself about the happenings of the day when I spot this fine a.. sister about to leave the room. Conversation between me and my mind quickly switches from stories of a hard days work to descriptions of  the vision of absolute sin standing before us.

Now I had hoped she’d do me a favour by just walking past and never looking back. That would have saved me the mental and emotional effort that came with fighting the welling temptation now steering up inside of me, but she didn’t. The siren took my breathe away from the moment my eyes left her backside and unconsciously met with hers pair of … not sure how to describe those eyes of hers. Yes, she noticed me too, but how on earth was I suppose to be glad about that?!

Surely if it was back in the day when a brother didn’t have a woman and the responsibility of a family… well you know the rest. Sadly, Christmas had only come TOO LATE. Damn that Santa Claus!, dishing out the coal all those years only to throw this wonderful gift of lust down my chimney now my hands are tied!

Eye contact must have been for a few seconds but in that time I felt like I had been sucked into eternity. All the should have, could have, would have’s flashed before my imaginative eyes and in that moment I had to muster every drop of will power  to pull myself out of those  pools of sweet seduction.

Self snapped back to reality, I look at my watch and then at my wedding ring while making a fist out of shear male frustration… breathing a sigh of what then seemed like disappointment I look back at her and she’s already got her back turned on me and is walking into the distance. Eyes back on her rolling ass again…  I sigh but this time sure that its in relief.

“A fine day its been so far” I tell my mind, resuming our conversation. “I dodged a bullet and still came out feeling like a sex A real man gives up one night stands for a woman he can't stand one night without.symbol ” 😉

Just thought I would appreciate what a lot of guys go through for the women they love. You are appreciated fellas! 😉

Red

Today on dVerse, Anna Montgomery is taking us through the art of contemporary poetry. When I wrote “Red” earlier on in the year I thought it was just out right weird, but after reading her article I understand this piece even more.

Happy reading and please meet up with Anna at http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/04/meeting-the-bar-postmodern-prose/ for an education on Contemporary Poetry

Cheers!

festivalking's avatarFestival King

I’m not sure it makes sense anymore, how could it come to this?…. Maybe I should have seen it from the get go but all I saw was “Red”…

I fell in love with beauty I had never known. Vibrant, Sexy, Intelligent, Creative… A perfect gift of Cupid’s to me. She would be my gem and fortune, and she was. We gave into each other absolutely;  the perfect couple… Everything was “Red”, but time is a wicked thing…. With it that vibrant color begins to wear and a faded texture I see.

Cupid’s gift gradually morphs into a fiendish curse. Aggression and anger is its gift to us. She, still my rare beauty, I look at her and the devil wears Prada comes to mind. My “Red” beautiful, powerful and yet vain flower.

Quarrels over the slightest matters ensue… Initially welcome, as passionate acts of reconciliation fuel “bittersweet” to a…

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BOX by Dan Robert

Prologue- Remember?

Hold my hand please.

The rain doesn’t feel like rain anymore. It feels like…

Hold my hand.

When I moved, it moved; it swayed this way and that just like the car in that crash. Remember the car crash? The rain poured, and we watched, and the car came, and we watched, and the car swayed this way and that, and we watched. Remember the car crash?

Hold my..

I really want to, but what if it sees us. It thinks its had us, finished us for good. When I moved, it moved; it shifted this way and that. Why don’t we remain like this, shut our eyes and think thoughts? Don’t think about the car crash, think other thoughts. Close your eyes. Remember last spring when you..

Hold­..

You were exceptionally pretty that spring, Anastasia. And we went to the lake. Remember? We sat on that large rock. You named the rock Sir Wobbles because you believed it wobbled whenever you weren’t paying attention. I kept telling you I couldn’t feel it wobble. We had to agree you were imagining things. Just like you to think your imagination could move a rock. I never told you this: Sir Wobbles actually shook. I planned on telling you but I must have forgotten. Remember when the rain came and we rushed into the tiny shed and lit the stove? You looked beautiful in that light, Anastasia. Remember? Remember, Anastasia?

Anastasia?

Anastasia?

Ana..

Meet Dan Robert,
Dan Robert
Apparently a pseudonym but none the less the character in question, real. 🙂 The piece you just read is an abstract from a writing project of his.
Get to know more about Dan Robert at www.wattpad.com by clicking on his photograph, and for more from his book “BOX”, kindly click on the picture above.
Comments, Suggestions, Critique will ALL be appreciated… but lets keep it healthy shall we people ;)… and for updates on how the story progresses you can like his Facebook Page (link: Dan Robert)
I can’t wait for the book to be finished!… I get the first, OK the 2nd published copy and an autograph… Right Dan?! 😐
 
Well until next time folks 🙂 … Cheers! 😉

Dark reflections…

A kiss did strike the final blow
too strong? too soon? or was it too slow?

young love ripped to shreds, tip toe to head
Goodbye said; a harsh reality unspared

The heart lay broken, past is now token
From sulfur and brimstone, a demon awoken

The past is past, the future grim
To care is failure, to love is sin

By what  horrid thing is love replaced
A hollow soul, black and unchaste

A faceless no one birthed this war
With gross deceit  the hymen tore

The phantom, sits in reminiscence
“Belief in love turns me to this…”

O what dark reflections love dost bring…

(Googled Sketch!)