The Poetry Marathon

She’s had her school bag but her future is belated

I felt shocked and disorganized.

“Murdered by her Preceptor”

It sounded like a reckoning in my ear

North, south, west, east, there and here.

I couldn’t shut my eyes

to this head-scratching

I sat quietly, musing on my muse

Reference my mood of instabilities.

It seems my head was below my legs

As shadow lurks around the eggs.

This is the intersection between battle and harmony

This is the peak point of hell in our entity

Why does their last word go with a sword?

If I have known the danger behind a smile,

I would have cried more before I smiled.

Nothing befits a life of selfishness,

Not even good health and happiness.

What was that –

So dark that

The sunshine can’t outshine it?

He wanted to smile,

but it was as hot as hell inside.

So, he stayed outside

thinking it was inside,

under the air condition.

Yes, no condition is permanent.

He wasn’t insane

But I’m pretty sure that he was in pain.

His love has had a heart of stone,

So, he prays hard.

For diamonds are the hardest-known minerals

A fairly tall guy,

with a heap sensation.

Smiled at dry amusement.

Maybe he’s a dad; a terrible dilemma.

He got himself just desert.

His eyes were blurred secretly,

Taken hollowness of promises,

unlike his promise,

She promised to keep her promise.

Maybe it was mere highfalutin,

Maybe he’s among the serpents.

Gratitude is an attitude

In the absence of gratitude,

Do not expect an attitude.

Time is a predator, eating our daily cornmeal

Stealing the apparel, attached to our jackets.

If you’ve received one of my treatments,

I appeased, from my feet to the central

I’m just a common man who is not powerless.

Endurance wasn’t my skill

But I’ve learned.

Perhaps I don’t have a milky skin.

But what has appeared would soon disappear.

Hello, it’s me…

Ain’t the sea of knowledge, but the sea of love, the sea that would never bite your ankles.

Don’t hit me with a letter, since ideas are water, needn’t to make it difficult to swallow.

Give it to me, the shades of excellence, verily, you’ll find from me the wheels of justice.

I’ve had a deep dark secret

which refers to the definition of my happiness. Although I’ve not been given a noisy stomach, but my parents are constant source of my happiness.

Get friends in high places

Get promoted so quickly

There is no wisdom

In flogging a dead horse.

The predefinition

You heard about me: I easily forget

things, if your imagination

can change nature into a picture, you’ll see

Is it obvious ’cause I am

From the locality

Where many rivers flow and the sky bears rainbows.

That is not my conscience –

fear; a beast that feeds on attention.

Not just a beautiful root

Call me black, that is a music to my ear.

I preferred the root of integrity,

for beauty is a fading flower.

Behold, money or the love of money –

The root of all evil.

Although I felt a sudden stab of pain in my chest,

I’m proud of my African root.

The grass roots that have ants in their pants

The beginners but not the gainers

that’s a strange word and no mistake.

The past telephoned the future,

Likely to live an endless night

For it hardly seemed to notice the presence of the presence.

The alpha of the alphabet is being ignored

The fruits of the plant; tasteless and colorless

With peace comes ease, or

With ease comes peace?

Are we creating war in peace, or

Creating war and peace?

The street is not smiling on our feet,

Hence, we’re not smiling in the street.

Indeed, legs were wax,

No one is here to relax,

But, cutting down joints with knife and axe

To God, this is the greatest tax.

Behold a ragged and homeless child,

He had in his eyes a look that is wild,

Healthy and sick with nothing to yield.

This may mean his end at worst

The world should be his host

Before the brain lost what it lost,

And the heart plots what it plots

She’s had her eyelashes tinted

I felt shocked and disoriented.

It sounded like a reckoning in my ear

North, south, west, east, there and here.

Even if I decided to shut my ears –

to all head-scratching, the ear hears.

I sat quietly, musing on the repercussions

of her mood oscillations.

Seemingly the following day

I might lose sight, NAY!

It seems my head was below my legs

As shadow lurks around the eggs.

I had already failed to write a piece

Perhaps my only peace isn’t her peace.

I could have pitied my piety

but I wasn’t fully conversant with the way she conversed.

So her last word went like a sword

Look at me bleeding in a surgical ward

Should I fix the holy hand brake?

Or I should keep bearing the folly of heartbreak?

She’s in a room, in a solace

that one have never seen.

The sun stretched its golden arms across the plains saying “She’s coming”.

My heart had been skipping around in my chest when I saw her eyes naked.

I have prayed from sunrise to sunset

Only to eye a spectacular nightfall.

Both the sunset and the twilight fell

The light had conquered darkness –

With you –

I’m forever young.