Adookorn Auaduma
My life, a requiem. hastag#PoetryCreator
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A wasted generation
in the murmur of every sane man, in the laughter of every born child; in the smile of every insane soul are the still echoes of lost hope we laugh to lament our broken hope, smile to flex the colour of our teeth and feign an attitude of living in haven where the colour of our faces don't show how the leaders oppress the poor, and the people sitting on the moon remove the ladder and the door to not strife to reach the moon from our cauterise cage of adoption, with the wasted treasure...
The Vow of My Date
my date is a castle of grasses- fragile but elegant, vowed she will burn off for he that cares or ruined clay with neglect.
At the Last call
My journey is too far and urgent to value my lot when I turn clay, and I must trek the path of my birth - naked and selfless, without delay Don't go and shed tears at my grave side coz I left at the blink of an eye, and I have been shielded in my shield- so do not shed tears of last goodbye Don't sing me at the unsated grave where soft-bodied termites wine and dine, but walk to your inner room and grieve because you can't return with a pin Yet, you mortgage your life, pile up wealt...
Riddles of Dystopia
When the cloud hadn't formed in the sky and the stars were not yet born - in the days of my youthful vigour, the vibrant warrior god She was in her prime, a gorgeous princess of the gods who staggered with a sceptre of torture from a den in the middle east We met at the courtyard above and had a vow to procreate warrior stars, and I happened to be the first born of the sun nursed on the lap of the sky, tutored by the seraphs in divinity, cosmology and astronomy at the translunary inst...
Woman in the Mirror
You sit at the threshold of good looking and flex your glamour Be warn, the cankerworm of wantoness eats the flame of show door and permit bugs into the room You sit at the door sill of pale look and frown at your fugly cast; perfect your kind act, align your look with moral correctitude Do not mourn-- a crust in one's eye is a diadem in another's eye I hate, I despise a rosy cheek, don't value starry eyes-- in anger with a coral figure that lacks flare to kindle her ember...
Colours of love
love flex rainbow colours, brink green specks of admiration at the eve of her adventure - flaunt and cuddle drape affective shades of indigo, and, kindle the flame of violet compassion with soft kisses turns orange -- sprouts seeds of jealousy, and harbour imaginary rivalry spread usurping yellow tinge of lust and, caresses with fingers of luxuria becomes blue, hang banners of melancholy-- take refuge in den of blue devils pop up in scarlet attire, and hurl swords of desp...
The need to die
I shall not ignite the flame of freedom and enter the arena with Caesar or drive my nail into the burden's skull I shall not hurl the spear of truth to pierce the calloused hide of oppressive weight or inject lethal venom into the vein of greed, least the beast returns to hunt me let me undergo the transformative baptism from rooster to hawk; no,let me recall the sacrament of error Let me sit here, on the fence of time and tide and let the sea flood down its bank and bay till empty sh...
Night fall
A procession of mourning clouds, draped in black velvet, silently emerged from behind the twilight curtains, filling the wood with nostalgic birds singing farewell songs in discordant notes. Nocturnal insects buoyed up the exhausted queues of farmers that littered the path at sundown, along with famished fishers in dugouts returning from the endless sea. In deference to nature's signal, they heralded the onset of night. In obedience, I shielded my shear, listened to the crepuscular melodies ...
After the darkness
The lucent queen swanked in her royal robe,waded the ambient of dark heritage with the maiden stars stationed all around She glided solemnly within the empyrean courtyard, through engulfing clouds of scary darkness, till her attendants all wandered away Her glaring smiles gradually weakened, faded into the frown spectrum of gray-amber dawn as the curtain of darkness folded reluctantly at the horrizon, like the ebbing tide drifting from the shore of a dark sea, till the emerging sh...
1914
Thunder blast misty clouds, a tidal wave kindles a storm, as jupiter merges with Mars crust, kissing the the moon at mid sky The sun swanks in bloody sky, stars salute elysium armies, while Satan wears it's breastplate as angels draw eldritch swords Supernal war starts in the heavens, but demons hide in dark places Satan fought, demons fought, but Michael hurls the devil with its demons down-- Satan's fury flare feral fire The sky bleeds,earth rolls in blood bath, and demons vow, satan...
Nocturnal errand
I wander back my latent teen days of a dolorous errand in a scary night, through foreboding paths of fays too deep, too lonely, a remote path of flight, of fear-- her life still lie "I'm afraid of certitude-- the sorcery monkey skull gossip the dangers lock in the night-- her nocturnal apparition on a divan so pale, so stiff, still lie Weak glow erupted a volcanic flare-- "do not touch me with lethal hand I importune, by the hooting of owl, the bray of monkey and dread of dark" ...
Waiting for my love
The moon wade my dark longing sky, array her lily frame in canvas of silk and flaunt mesmerise apparel, outwit the penitent sun that seeks nascence of good sense from dark alley of hoax and, poise to lit up the droopy night With long suffering let me wait for her though, the sun flex arresting light; my still life does not seek a fiery fiancee, festive as stray arrow in my bosom Till the lucent moon glide to my kraal let me wait, wait my Lulu embrace; smear the fragrance of her fluf...
Stray bird
Her snow-drenched peak clinch and irk, the little stray bird dampen with snow mull the where about of the flock Across the gushing blue stream they forage in the wood, sing lay of the reign of a dissilent dawn hatched from the ambient shade of night, it lit a universal lamp, wake nature from her slumbery divan, set her on a wandering path for the flock; her pale plumage err in winter wind, array her in ghostly frock of flake Her ear heed to eavesdrop on their lay but the gushing...
The poet in me
the poet in me led me to a dawning pinnacle of rumination where nature fecundate cause, spin me on abstract wheel at noontide around cardinal horizons ferry twilight cortege of pensive clouds for the curious sun, tired and pale on a bier of grey-deeping meditation sit me on the crestless wave return a crasher dressed droopy steal Into my hut, bloshy and blue Iower me into the broody night!
INSOMNIA (Acrostic)
In the dead of night Nefarious bullying whim Scuff through my scanty life; Obliged to watch the night Murmur songs and poetry, Nestle insomniac night's Incessant craving of anxiety Away for a morning of hustle
Why we cry
I imagine the moon wade in dense dark engulfed in foggy clouds of weight night delay till noon, enfold the sun day perpetually succumb to the reign of night and every diurnal life lobby to adapt Imagine the sun set at west fail to rise at the eastern horizon delay till midnight, collide with the moon day perpetually succumb to the reign of night and every diurnal life lobby to adapt Imagine trained a skill worker employed to work for a living realises you are but a donkey always ...
Smoulder of my words
Dear beloved wife, I will soon pass away you alone will walk the thorny terrain of this jungle mired with wild beast you will witness the thrust of storm grow thousands of root in your soil of sapience with tough trunk of baobab tree and bear edible fruit granivore birds will eat your fruits spread them to sprout and shield you from the thrust of storm and thunder blast dear wife, I must have gone while you leave your life to the full you will hear the roar of lion meant to sti...
ORANGES
Orange taste sweet and tangy when eaten Raw, some varieties like sour orange taste Acidic, vibrant, sharp even bitter due to its Natural citrus acid that gives it a unique Gauge of sweet and tart flavors quite juicy Even raspberry-like flavour; for a certainty Several types of orange are sweet and tangy.
Quill
Quite a number of bird's feather were really Useful for the making of ball pen, very Ideal for crafting words on papyrus Long before the advent of modern day Lustrous ball pen that has come to stay.
The curtain on my door
When night fold her huffish curtain off my remote neighbourhood and shot the mouth of night owl monk roasters announce nascence as clump of hustlers introduce day yet it does not provoke my response then the curtain on my life is drawn When petal of flower open her lips kiss the shower of new born sun to enliven her life for nascence as dawn wake in her dazzling fabrics clothe the gaping sky blue-amber still it does not entice my fancy then the curtain on my door is drawn Whe...
Winter Tweet
Transfixed in a tranquil sky that shed winter pearls, the sun is pale, and exhausted like an age woman in a desert her soft ray lick through folds of frost faint in the abeyant trees of my garden while I meditate on her patience in awe as migranting birds perch on grey-hair roof of my hut, sing songs of exodus with clinched snow-clad peak, file off chilling touch of white-toothed zephyr pearled leaves of expecting meadows, slide window pane, intrude on my lull with quiescent fing...
STARDOM
Start at an early age to build a foundation Tap every opportunity that comes your way Always be ready to learn and adapt Rise with the sun and not let your hand drop Dark clouds may befog the glow of sun Optimise your talent to attend to stardom Maintain your pace and be the one on top
The path to extinction
when gas flare adorn the sky for 24 hours daily in 35 years, black soot colourise our rivers and air the gift of death we don't need pipe borne water we do not need electricity when gas flare illuminate our vicinity and night flare glow of polution we don't need a faggot, not a lamp when my home is cluttered with polluted industries, undulated lorries pack out my gold we don't need road, not a path we need judicial murder, greedy bullets that pierces tenebrous skull we need ...
Awaiting trial
Led to a skeletal cottage dumb-tongue a warder search me to the fibre extract the emergency wad buried in my anus we are batting moved a skeleton chirp and smile beckon on me l ignore the chartless till passage of days unveil as weird living pall his identity Iking with us are loaded in the hungry cage where the living dead dally continual feed on unsustainable scrums, squat still in our post not to move or we are moved deprived of air we stand, sit and sleep buy affliction, p...
DYSPHORIA
Feral storm from nature arsenal convulse trees and fell in the silent wood, befool their peace but for a while, stir the sleepless billow to roam in the bosom of the sea, and die a foam then recline at supernal cove for a rest and relieve biota of doom but we grope to no avail for life in the dark You have crafted me the son of sorrow who take up the swords of word to express awful pang of horror, fight with words as with sword to manoeuver the remote sky with a cry perhaps the make...
waiting to laugh at sundown
Sun glide through the morning fog, hug the dark arms of cloud time and tide float debris onto the shore, wash off hope though I do not fret perhaps evening creeps in the sky will swank ecru hue display the laurels of the sun, wash away gallant clouds of weight morning breed contentment; instantaneous joy will lack precaution to survive conspicuous evening which serenity I ought to wait if I must laugh, laugh longer!
Scar
life my fathers, the equation of elementary living were not burdensome they wake with the sun sharpen their machete and hoe, explore nature on the farm in the wood at sea pensive as mourner procession; their yearning glide within the confine of conscience their power tugged like torrent billows against storm and suck the breast of nature they traded their yield by barter with selfless hustle-- free from avaritia lazy blokes that couldn't thread the strenuous path were sust...
If I must laugh
Sun glide in the morning fog hug the dark arm of clouds time and tide float debris on the shore, wash away hope Though I do not fret Perhaps evening creep in the sky will swank green hue, display the laurels of the sun wash away gallant clouds of weight Instantaneous joy, morning breed contentment will lack caution to survive a conspicuous evening; which serenity I ought to wait if I must laugh, laugh longer!
If we should wait
If we should wait, stand under the blatant sun for distant dusk to track us before we protest the bitter fun of fusion we will wait wait, till darkness engulf us in the odd tide of precept and oppressive flood at the bay float us to the sea and lay powerless to weigh the crispy sea not to consume us If we should cry shed tears into the flattery ocean to be separated from the river or wait for devine intervention before we will refute coerciv...
We wait naked
don't shred me giant hands of weight black soot hug the sky, cover the moon though we moon around to pick the snail without a lamp our hungry head wallop in darkness we struggle to cross the crispy sea storm rent our dugout wave sweep our clothe tomorrow have cease to come we wait naked on desperate shore in futile expectation of our clothe, our dugout!
Web of 5 ribbons
You hurl me into dark abyss of love cast off my shade, a song of deserted thornbush lost from the memory of time The ashes of my clay ooze whirl swirl spread to the sky tamper the sky with drizzle wash alluvium off humus soil Foggy clouds wade the sky sculpt dingy shade of despair, cloak daffodil I have little or nothing to recast my shade on your marble; till daffodil sprout in the darkling of your spook!
Anatomy of my life
A toddler loiter dark terrain, wander the unusual alley of despair alone at the lethal edge of oblivion grown in garden of emptiness, a sterile tree void of fruitful bough l regain hope in my quill, a phallus of fertile spamatozoa fecundate my spouse, piece of papers writing, period of gestation medical checks, editing of poetry play on words as with sons and daughters elicit my glassy life as fellow poets commend the birth of each child conceive in the womb of imagery arr...
My love
My love, a petal of roses has the whiff of love to smear Her face is a garden where love and life are grown See, my dawning sun from her kraal has come to array the sky with smiles that lit the dark path of my sagging life, splendid as the full moon at night I rest between the pillars of her pulpit bury my despair in the haven of her bosom my smouldering ember ooze and flare a campfire I lay bask the warmth of her love, revive my eager life from sequel She tickle my ears,...
A song we never sing
magpie-larks perch on oak tree they peck, fonddle and dance free sing duet of territorial defence their voice lace canvas with ribbon of ardour, snatch away every fuss why do birds glissade and sing song? they owe no one a dine to rupture their joy not the anxious bloodlust to catch wind than to astrogate for daily living don't chase after the wind, owe a dine to rupture your joy than to astrogate for daily living dance and sing like the magpie-lark aware you will leave all beh...
Ears of wandering mind
A voice purr on my phone, flawless like the voice of an angel heralding foretaste, tickle my ears for exploration a vow a wedlock wander, comb for my lust, set me on the sent of her love I have fallen in love with your voice from a billion miles away I suppose you are as soft as your voice which unveil a life of truce - incurrence favour concern Her ears of wandering mind eavesdrop on the silent voice of doubt - is he tall or short soft or callous-hearted owlish or ...
Chartless path
My love saunter on strange path, grope for free rein to go gay a naive bird of daredevil fate hopes to survive on wild hay; she stray far to the lion hole I don't have to question her vain desire that spur her love and feel for wild beast, till lion crush her soft bone I will borrow the lens of prudence Woo a dove biddable to my voice!
The missing page of life
Life, a book of fluky pages scrolled for ages, lay by dark alley a moth in dark night, I grope its many pages while an infant, a teen till youth now in midlife i stumble on sapience take refuge in her shade from the consuming flare of hoax view claw of weight shatters life, hurl good sense behind bar breed pang, pains and grief Joy, the unturned page flee, evade my life!
How I remembered Duka
How I remembered Duka Her silhouetee shade my dark alley i grope our mussy path of long ago wander a stray bird in dense air Caught in tangled web hard to shred, eavesdrop on her downy body songs of alluring symphony like fairy's lay Her cerise lips splay like rose bud at dawn, sing my laurels jar in quill of her vanity with picaresque tongue of flattery Sensual eyes that rustle love to my lust clasp my hub, tether to her boob led me along intoxicated stairway With bu...
Fleeting (Acrostic)
F Freaky are the yearnings of love L Little by Little they are hatched E Even the versed players can't foretell E Every wild-eyed love is set on the blink T They toy with the cer of each other I Irespective of who are the players N Nothing survives a quixotic love game G Glassy and fleeting is romantic love!
Tale of my life
my teen days, cycles of tonado - the passing of Mom and Dad left the stray calf wander on dark alley peel bark of tree left it dry my twenties, drizzle on demise lawn ride me on pale horse of craving foretaste dry off, a dewdrop on summer leaf crops of my lawn genuflect wither my thirties, a tale of an idiot float fleet flee with nothing to recall my forties, a bubble gum in the air rises swank silky glide methodical with a sudden burst to nothingness my fiftie...
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