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ABDUCTION Fable
Nay not ever the same, seized
From Gaya’s bosom, snatched
As she slumbered, luminosity
And then a pause, theories of
Time dismissed as time becomes abyss.
Celestial captors poking-prodding, she
Much ado’s about nothing, mentally
Floating, dreamy sensations cold as death-hot
As hell, barely conscious she dreams of
Beaming lights, silhouettes of demons
Peering over her naked form, Fighting
her unconsciousness, a scared lab rat
Nibbling at its cage.
No recollection, yet the stimuli of
trial and error she suffers, faceless fiends
having their way with mortality, all
In the name of curiosity, casting
Aside mere sapiens at whim, returning
Them to theoretical reality, such is she
Chucked back into the ordinary without
Memory, yet she is nay, not ever the same….
Victoria is discussing Enjambment and Steampunkery on dVerse Poets so I’ve written this “WEIRD PIECE” as an enjambment (I HOPE! 😀 … Not quite clear about this form just yet). I am very open to healthy criticism so please, don’t be a stranger 🙂
Cheers! 😉
Poetry in disguise…
Love Song For A Vampire by Annie Lennox– (Lyrics)
Come into these arms again
and lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
is beating like a drum
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
it knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
it is the song of songsOnce I had the rarest rose
that ever deemed to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
and stole my flower too soon
Oh loneliness, Oh hopelessness
to search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
no greater love than mine.Love o love o …. still falls the rain
Love o love o …. still falls the night
Love o love o …. damned foreverLet me be the only one
to keep you from the cold
Now the floor of heaven is laid
the stars are bright as gold
They shine for you, they shine for you
they burn for all to see
…Come into these arms again
and set this spirit free
I turned on the media player of my computer this morning and this was the first song to greet me. Just in case you didn’t know, its the theme song to Francis Ford Coppola’s 1992 film adaptation “Dracula”.
Call me weird but its still one of my best songs EVER! Take a moment to read through the lyrics of the song and you’ll soon realize, its not just music… its poetry.
Enjoy your day! 🙂
Haiku #20- Love Aff..orbidden
Irresistible…
Sin never did taste so sweet
…lovers in hiding
Poignant
I see nothing
speak nothing
hear nothing
My monkeys 3, in a state of NirvanaDwelling in nothingness,
Paralyzed by emptiness
Too tired to be angry
Could one be more sad?It feels painful just to breathe
yet I hold it in till I am pale
Probably for the torture
Probably to prove I still exist.I war against image and color
closing my eyes to lose sight
wanting them all to disappear atleast for a moment
those daily icons of lifeI want nothing!
not to breath!
not to speak!
Not to see!I push away all that is beautiful
From sight,
to sound,
to wordTurning off my radio,
Dismissing friends,
I become silence itself,I want nothing
… Not even to feel.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.- Carl Jung
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Reblog:Beggar Girl + Haiku #19- Appreciation
I’m reblogging this piece in order to remind us to appreciate the lives we lead, and here’s a simple haiku to go with it:
Not a beggar girl|
Not a woman of the streets|
Blessed beyond measure.…Cheers!
Different lives, different locations;
But sharing that same condition… A beggar girl’s destiny.
Born into penury, her pockets she fills with her plea
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”
As a child her innocence is her might,
Her youthful smile and laughter her charm,
With pure resilience she disarms her passerby,
Attaching herself to her prospective financier
this small frame with teary eyes lets out her angelic cry
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”
She grows older; begging her career
but the older she gets, the less her financiers
Her innocence is lost with age, a woman is on the rise,
Not many pity a wondering girl in her teens as she gives off her daily cry
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
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A likely conversation in the Niger-Delta between Mother and Child
When do we go home mama?
Very soon my pikin (child)
once the rivers stops leaking
when the earth is done drinking
and our home is no longer sinking
~~~
What about Papa, when is he coming back?
He’s long gone my love
and won’t be coming home,
swept away with all else we own,
He now lays buried in a watery tomb~~~
Who are these people mama, are they my new family?
You might say that in a way
to all, the river has done damage
belongings and love ones, vanished,
And now families by design, we manage
~~~
When do we go home mama?
When the freak rains finally halt
and the rivers shut their vault
…Have patience child,
We’ll soon be okay
~~~~~~~~~~~~
**** Inspired by the flood situation presently devastating communities within my Country (click for information—> RAGE OF NATURE: Flood ravages communities across Nigeria)
(Pictures provided by google)
Sunday
I cry
“SANCTUARY!!”
Running into her gates
Safe for a time in her rest,
Lazily wading through her,
As though it were forever.Monday comes
Snatching me away
The cycle just the same
To toil the days, six.
And on the seventh, cry
S-A-N-C-T-U-A-R-Y!!!
…She embraces me again
Haiku #18- Prometheus
Titan, Trickster, Thief, Daily disembowelment Kissed by Zeus's beak
Ex..aaam Fever! (dVerse)
At the thought of an Examination my bowel gives way
The mention conjuring huge beads of sweat.
Recollection of question filled sheets with few hours to complete
Panic besets me and suddenly I need to take a sh…
Is it me or is the classroom spinning fast?
Someone PLEASE shut the windows!
Chills and Hot flashes descend my confused body
The room seems to grow smaller with each minute so I eject
Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock! Time moving fast
Question filled sheet still lay unanswered
Outside, my body with a mind of its own renders mine helpless
Fresh air, water on face and a moment with “John” does the trick!
Back and ready to resume the intellectual battle
Not much time left but I give it my best
A race against time before the “pens up!”
…The situation for most of my youth
Deliverance came in grasping:
Life is one BIG TEST!
Failure is not death,
Mistakes occur for us to learn,
and it is with confidence most battles are won
Now a case of mind over matter
I have bowel movements only test periods after
To my fear of failure I have waved goodbye
Though the mention of an Ex….aaaam will still stir my butterfly 😉
Tonight on dVerse (http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/13/poetics-poeticaphobia/) the challenge is to write a poem about a phobia or something that scares you. I have written about a real phobia of mine, which I battled for most of my youth. Today however, I am glad to tell you that I have 90% of this fear under control… Progress, no! 😉
Thanks Stuart for such a wonderful night at the bar! 🙂
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