*And darkness gave way for light to come in as the light invaded all depths
Narrow and wide
Vast and shallow
And the light eluded misery and sorrow
And tragedy was defeated
And the light began a mysterious sojourn
From the west ends to the northern eastern poles
And the light shone through the deepest fronts
And the light began glowing
And the light illuminated the rhythms of darkness and that too gave way
And the light sojourned still
Journeying through time's hand
Traveling through thin and thick
Meandering, bending
Cascading,
Shining
And nothing was left unseen
And nothing was left untouched
And every other thing began unraveling
And the light won a glorious war*
Prof Marylyn-D
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.
The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through
A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out
There’s none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life’s alluring charms, the dear depart.
Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory – defunct
Its fever and fret too – extinct.
How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time’s gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.
Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.’
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Black night
*When the moonlight goes into hiatus
and no star beckons the dark sky
Two lovers will hold hands
and side by side, they walk
Moments after moments
hours after hours
Their smile will wake the night
and their touch will be its light
Guiding them yonder
As they conquer the night*
Morning
*When the stars floats and go into hiding
And the day breaks, yawningly yearning
Two lovers will bloom like dew falls
On the spiraling grass, fresh and green
And as birds chirping
Calling after calling
Their song will seize the day
and their love will lead its paths
Blossoming the day, blossoming
Flowing the day, flowing
And love will be its fruit*
Ovi Odiete
All right reserved, Feb 2017
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
THE POETRY SERIES
*It is the poetry of little things that causes the earth to shred and shudder
The poetry of little things that ignites the greatest moments of bliss.
A smile from a little child,
A chuckle from a stranger.
The warmth of a knitted family
The entwining of old friends
The humming from the sea shores
The journey of the moonlight
The waves, the traveling waves
The Sea, the meandering sea
The Earth, the boundless earth
And the sweet song that nature sings.
These little things, garnered with the greatest love
Observed in silence
It is this poetry,
The poetry of little things that elicit the greatest happiness*
Ovi Odiete© All right reserved
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
There's a certain uniqueness in being strange
*The thought of being different,
Unique with words,
Best amongst equals*
*The thought of being the light amidst the dark
Invading all chasms
Shining forth*
*The thought of being strange,
Like a talisman abstruse
Strong, yet soft in approach*
*Tall, yet bend when the wind blows,
Cold, yet melt with emotions,
Better by far*
Best amongst equals
Ovi Odiete© Jan, 2017
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
THE FIRST ONE
**TO **** OR TO?**
THE FIRST ONE *was obsessed with the penchant to ****
Where he lay bare when darkness falls, lurking around looking for blood to spew and flesh to drill.
Customarily, from a distance, he looked calmer and more laid back, but on a closer view, he's a* frenzied beast prowling for a prey.
*************
THE CLOUD *gave way and an emanating surge of blackness forged in.
The green leaves became blur, the shrubs, dull and the air smelled dark.
And tonight, no guiding star traveled by*
..............
*The stars had refused sprouting, so darkness took charge, winning an inglorious war.
And in the midst of the thick chasm of darkness, stood a monstrous shadow. Hiding a knife neatly behind his trousers. There he was, prowling, watching the arena until he claimed it safe.*
..........
Like a meandering hungry wolf waiting for a shriveling prey. This shadow swirled, turning in circles, hungry and abashed. His impatient attitude took the better half of him as he began canvassing round a circle. And as if fate had a penchant for entwining tragedies, a young and innocent girl with eyes that scored blue was seen walking into the presence of an unseen monster.
................
*It was fate, not serendipity. And here she was, unsuspecting.
The monstrous shadow still in hiding, watched his new founded prey and was waiting for the perfect moment to pierce and attack. He's baying for blood and just within this dark patch of time, a beautiful and enchanting young girl was passing by.*
*All of a sudden, she felt some unseen eyes plucking into her soul. Someone must be lurking around. She could feel it.
The air smelt horror.....
The breeze was too cold.
The arena itself was encapsulating danger and turning around she saw a stranger.
A very tall, muscled ripping, Strong and unusual strange man. Fear gripped her. She began breathing too hard and too shallow at once. She couldn't make do the exact face of him, but from the heat of the moment, she could tell he wants just one thing. Her blood.*
The monstrous stranger brought out a knife, sharp and direct and attempted to pierce. Groaning and roaring like a savaging beast he directed it to her chest, but then he paused. Her eyes.
It was her eyes
*Her eyes held him there. There was something about her eyes that made him pause and ponder.
There was tears. Tears of a broken soul, that was long kept within the chasms of her spirit. There was hope, hope for a fallen soul, that it will rise again. And there was warmth, warmth for a cold heart, that it will melt again.*
He looked into her eyes and for once in his life, he could see himself within those piercing sunken magnetic eyes
*And for the first time, the monstrous stranger was on his knees, crying in pain and agony.
"What can bring an undaunted warrior down on bended knees"?
A woman's tears can pierce into the most rigid of hearts.
Raising his head, he could find her no more. She was gone, gone into the black night.
A moment of rocketing rage flew in as he screamed
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Perplexed, fascinated and enraged at the same time, he would go into the night and search for her amidst the wave of blackness and spill her blood to the sands of time.*
But could he actually spill the blood of the strange girl with eyes that brought warmth, hope and whose tears brought him down on shriveled knees?
Ovi Odiete© Dec, 2016.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ
*Mystical Goddess of Night times
Queen of the caliphets
Daughters of the Caribean blue
As days did mark quarters
As lilies did spark waters
As rain lit the hydrosphere
And green fit the atmosphere
As oceans falls beckoned on MĔ*
And open floors endowed the ŚĔÁŚ
*And the moon thrilled a beguiling dark
And the beam filled a bewildering black
I call on the gods beneath the seas
Heed me to a wavering ŦÁĹĹ*
*Mystical daughters of the hereafter
I become the waters that flow endless
I become the rain that melts the patch
I become the tussles of a million ŴÁŤĔŔ*
*I swivel and swim through an unseen world
And when darkness falls,
I stand
I watch
From a scoring cosmos above
I render the sea blue
Glowing from an encapsulated moon
Tearing all obstacles
I am Luna
Queen of the Moon
I bewitch the night with my mesmerizing glow
And when time flips away,*
Ĩ ßĔČoMĔ ŤĤĔ ŚĔÁ
* *
ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ
*
ĔVŃÁ-ĹÚŃÁ
ĎĔČ 11 2016©
*ÁĹĹ ŔĨĞĤŤŚ ŔĔŚĔŔVĔĎ
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
*We stand tall, yet so low
above our fears, below our doubts;
we can see through thick
and so we hope so bold
but that is as far as it goes
here we are, hands tied;
we cannot move far
and so we shout for us
to be free*
*In the grave of dreams,
are hopes shattered, and joy
turned sour
lights turned darkness;
shadows encamping our hopes
all that we ever longed for,
but could never accomplish
all the days of glory,
now a shadowing story*
*Let us be loose, we pray
take us out of this cage
break all these bars of rage
let us claim the roaring sea,
and name its depths our own.
From the grave of dreams,
I see the sky
but cannot claim it
and so I dare to fight the walls*
*From the grave of dreams
comes a thousand wishes.
In our helpless and tormented state,
we still seek for freedom
shouting through these scars of rage;
hoping through the chains of siege
praying with all tongues of flames,
but that is as far as it goes;
here we are, hands tied*
*We look to the world all known,
and wish for the thrills unknown;
though scared of the things unseen,
still wishing for them all
for a song to let us loose,
and a call to give us hope;
for we are locked within walls,
all we do is to dream of dreams
and so painful we never attained them.*
Ovi Odiete©
Written 2014
first published 2014 on poemhunter
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
WE ARE
*A city that radiates happiness,
A people of class and heritage
A Nation that has seen its station
A World of black and white.*
WE ARE
*A fire burning amidst the waters
A river flowing through
Children of the ancient ones
A world of black and white.*
WE ARE
*A people that prefers hate to love
A revengeful and boastful heart
A people that read more, yet less sense
A world of black and white.*
WE ARE
*The trueness of hate itself
The scandal of ignorance
The product of callousness
A world of black and white*
WE CAN
*Be love or bliss defined
Be the city upon the hill
Be the fighters on bended knees
We can be Great again*
Only if we shun hate and accept love
Professor Marylyn-D©
All right reserved
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC