poethree:new poems:"thursday's child."

THURSDAYS’ CHILD

I
Seasons by the well of hope,
Times cast in the misfortune of hate,
Died ambition in the lust of things,
Come take me home, sweet seraphs.
II
Come swiftly, here’s my alabaster of woes,
Take them to you, with grim,
How shall i berth in these?
Time come hurriedly, sunrise be more.
III
No more shall i drop, a drop of two,
A taste of joy, to tomorrow and always,
Judgement, I await, guilty I am but why?
If I was my maker, yes.
IV
Born into it, crying more than them,
Seething in a corner, the devil smiles,
Clanging cymbals, heralding more woes,
Louder cries, the bottle is empty.
Here we are now, nothing is smoother,
The union of two, the mystery of misery,
Here we are together in the distance of hate.
V
“I loathe” say it louder,
The father of all more time to woe me,
Out for a morsel, in with the stone,
My misery is sea, all the winds,
Sweetly to unravel them,
I am me take my message home,
Now that the seraph has gone, call me home, by me,
My scale is mine,
My heart is lighter than the feather,
Enter me to Vallhalla.

poethree:new poems:"the flamengo song."

I.
It ends today this daily struggle to face the sun and the world,
I am a coward it says, ‘strike thy self, this once let the end, truly be the end,
Let your journey to forever start with this quest to be filled in hope of fellowship,
I tell you if you do, you have started nothing other than a way to be free and whole.’
It isn’t happy for me, it isn’t happy for me; I wail till dawn and when it fades I bleed.
More hope is lost with each day that I walk alone and the voices grow louder.
ii.
Tighter, yes tighter, that’s the way the noose should go, a twine and a knot,
When all is done, we shall be free and you will be lame no more,
So I did, tighter I made, stronger it became and I was going, until her,
Across, I saw her, with a blade, no knife, no what object is that,
I doubt I know, for this once I shall do stop it and do mine.
I shouted, she halted and with a miracle, she did,
As we faced each other and this came, these thoughts flowed.
iii
So I stand here with my fist clenched at destiny, staring, waiting,
For the sun to rise on my heart, to brighten my darkness, here where I am,
Will I move to the bright way to stand? Will I be better through time and angst?
Maybe I should leave a day at a time in the sun, with the willow winds?
Either or neither this the way to thread for eternity, so I ask you, walk with me?
Please do, I want you for this and me, the need to be with you at the break of dawn,
When the angels sing and the master asks the faithful, let Him say to us, both you are.
So come here with me, to the place where time and purpose are revealed to us all,
And in us the true voice of ‘It is finished’ we truly have finished the puzzle that was started for us.

poethree:new poems:"no cold heart."

“No cold heart.”
She is rock n roll and crystal fires
The rising tide of an evening desire
A house to get lost in
To find a shape in
To move from room to room
To find wonder and wind
To leave always altered
Much more like yourself
Because you are free and whole and without a care
You dare
To show up as you
And no one else
But there is a price to pay
You will never be cold again
Warmth is your destiny and your curse
Your course
You will never be unaffected again
You will feel pain if there is loss
You will have
No cold heart
Any more

There will be no real turning away
By coming in you will never go out
You can wail and shout
It will sound like a laugh
And you will be ignored
No Samaritan will come to your aid
Beaten, broken, cast aside
Your scars will come out
Unable to hide
This is the destiny of the vulnerable love
You will not be able
To be cold
Warm your nights will forever be
In dreams or nightmares
No cold heart
Any more

I know you think this is what you want
But, think again
Are you really sure?
Being unaffected can be a beautiful thing
To be aloof is the pride of fools
To be together in form is a beautiful escape
To look sharp is the key
Who want s to be undressed by the soul?
To be laid bare by God?
If you follow this it will change you
Into the face of a bloodied madman
You will join the league of idiots
That want to change the world
They call them love-fools for a reason
In pain and in deep distress
They cannot have
Cold hearts
Any more

Yet, she is rock n roll
And crystal fires
The secret path to all my desires
Earth moves under me
And I see
Things I thought were merely dreams
Come into brilliant focus
Hocus-pocus
Made real
I tell you to run
But I will run no more
I tell you not to run
Until you find
The place where
Your heart is
Warm forever
And the seconds are divided
Clearly
Into light and dark
What is yours
And what is hers
And the beautiful thing in between
Final completeness
To everything.

poethree:new poems:"and finally, love."

“And, finally, love.”
Mrs Blue is married to God by His insistence
There is no Mr. Blue and no distance
God will not be called mister
He will not let you sit on His lap and stroke His grey beard
He is not into romance
He is into life and living
The perfect gift for the non-giving
Anyway, God courts Mrs. blue everyday
He comes to her river with a song and a flute
Singing those old African songs of hope
And she cannot resist the eternal order
So she falls heavily in tune
With the renaissance of the heart
And the things we cannot do without

So when I met her she already had HIM
She was not looking for me
Or to be finally in love.

It was beautiful in the garden of sounds
Where I re-discovered that love was real
And it is more than what you feel
In the garden of sounds you hear nothing
But you know you are ready,
Ready for what?
I came with my heart and mind open
And I left with my soul full
But,
When I met her she was already Mrs. Blue
She was born with that distinction
She was not looking
To be finally in love
With anything
Or anyone
But love, love, HIMSELF.
So I went to Him so we could talk
About the things that will always be
The wind and the water and the tall trees
In the middle of the garden of silent-sounds
“You fool, you fool, you lovely fool,” He said to me
Can’t you see you are finally in love?
Back to the garden as quick as I can
Overseas and un-dry land
To find her there where I never left
She takes my hand in such a way
I am seeing her for the first, real time
“I had a good time all the way,’’ she says
In letters on an endless page
Final fantasy realised
I hold her in a crystal moment
And the day is not ending but beginning
For I am finally, utterly in love
No hope for a cold heart anymore.

poethree:new poems:"woman."

note: while in law school myani bukar, nasom ngaro and i wrote poems. we co-authored verses during class on a wide variety of topics and on varying gusts of that devil called inspiration. i coined the name poethree(which i suspect the other two dislike) and now i present some of our work to you, the reader. i do not have the permission of the others so they might well tell me to yank it off. so read fast. some of these poems are individually written but they fit into the kind of conversations we always have. the new poems are the most recently written. this is the first one...

"woman."

On a hill in the place of disbelief
Lived a boy of dark and light
And no matter what went up with him
He could never believe
In the imagination of things
The magic of being
He could never believe
In being complete
And so he wasted years, waiting, watching
For the thing he could never be
And he could never see
Far pass that hill
Never seeing the magic
That lived beside the trees
In the place where alchemy was real

He built things by a tower
He built a tower so he could see
The thing he could never believe
But hope failed him
All things were elusive
Far away from him
In the land of disbelief
His fortress turned to sand
The mix of rich and bland
The giver with the missing hands

Until one day of sun
When the thing walked by in gilded dress
The kind that comes together in a total mess
Her hair was the wind
Her mouth was the moon
Solitude made her that much more beautiful
Her scars were all on her face
She had nil to hide
And so, there, in the light and dark
They began to create, a life

There was no summer or winter or autumn or spring
All seasons stopped
There was no rain or dry land or harmattan wind
All nations ended
Time was a bubble that will never burst
They had many, many bubbles
In this life of leading
Where there are no hills
And no hindrances
Only a land of the sacred dances
-this must be love, he said
As they made fish by the sea
-this is not me, he whispered
His prayer for the lasting
And so the story is told
Age to age
If you care to listen
If you care to bleed
If you want to be seen
Or heard
It is the story of all us
Finding God in wholesome eyes
Simplifying till we are simplified
And, then, while not expecting it,
We fall, finally, in love.

the final word.

"These chords are old but we shake hands Cause I believe that they're the good guys We can use all the help we can So many minor chords outside I fell in love with your sound Oh I love to sing along with you We got tunes we kicked around We got a bucket that the tunes go through Babe we both had dry spells Hard times in bad lands I'm a good man for ya I'm a good man Last night there was a horse in the road I was twisting in the hairpin My hands held on my mind let go And back to you my heart went skipping I found the inside of the road Thought about the first time that I met you All those glances that we stole sometimes if you want them then you've got to Babe we both had dry spells Hard times in bad lands I'm a good man for ya I'm a good man They shot a Western south of here They had him cornered in a canyon And even his horse had disappeared They said it got run down by a bad bad man You're not a good shot but I'm worse And there's so much where we ain't been yet So swing up on this little horse The only thing we'll hit is sunset Babe we both had dry spells Hard times in bad lands I'm a good man for ya I'm a good man"
josh ritter-"good man"