POETRY, RHYME, And VERSE
By Rev Bola
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'Laying In The Bed You Made'
I see
Bets made upon beds unmade
And maids being made to make them.
I see
Velvet raindrop sun-soaked wishes
Placed upon the draining board
Of life's far-away spacey dishes.
I see
Arms hung loose,
Fists unclenched,
Like dry and sandy hopes
Between wet brows
I see
Larger than life reasons
To be held in hand.... or held at bay.
Decisions being made
Along seashores
Iron-cast between cool heads
And smiling hot faces
Bursting to arrive.
I see
More open programs
Wrapped around highly strung,
Hip-hugging, chest-bearing conditions
Making way for timely resolutions
Rather than needless revolutions.
basking, in the rhythmic orbit.
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copyright Rev. Bola (ARR)
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Ah!
We rest
Our rusting trucks
Of empty, motionless, shrouding,
Still within the center
Of our darkest journeys taken
But ponder
How the heavens
Bask us in their luscious light
Above, eternity holds her vigils for us
Up aboard a moonbeam
Immortal suns blow forth kisses
Whilst delighting in our furrows.
Below, caves and crevices ponder
The laughter of our barren dew drops.
Watch how the planets linger in streaming rapture
And, all for us the stars, in velvet ecstasy arrayed.
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copyright Rev. Bola - April '09 (ARR)
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'SPRING'
Spring is honest
Spring is a strawberry
Around the bend
Spring is pure
Spring is a lemon
Inside an ice-cream
Spring is wise
Spring is a coconut
In the forest
Spring is warm
Spring is a yoghurt pot
On the kitchen table
Spring is friendly
Spring is a fruit
In a bush
Spring is crisp
Spring is a caterpillar
In a golf course
Spring is funny
Spring is a fairy
Under the rain
Spring is uncanny
Spring is a cloud
At the bottom of the lake
Spring is candid
Spring is a violet
Beyond the horizon
Spring is wise
Spring is a fruit
Under the moonlight
Spring is friendly
Spring is a daffodil
On dad's farm
Spring is golden
Spring is a party
In dad's barn
Spring is candid
Spring is a mudsling
In the heat.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola Ani-
(copyright: 9.8.09 ARR)
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