Nefarious;
A man said,
"we have been tried and weighed,
yet we are found wanting"
with free will we were ordained
men of yore and of new age shall seeks;
to deify, to rule, and to escape
A man also said,
"Each new morn, new widow howls,
new infants cry,
new insults slap the face of heaven"
but punishment comes not,
no, all the heavens does is but watch
I say,
"Through trials and test of darkness,
we shall revolve"
but the will need break free
a step to triumph and liberation;
'know friends and enemies apart'
Want and needs, desires and greed;
clouds human's soul
and so we choose what to believe,
never questioning the slimmest chance of untrue
and so we live,
like a horse tied to rein, led by the noose
©Pen of a True Gemini™
Monarch Muse™
23rd July, 2023
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 9:46 AM UTC
Creation;
Nay!, the gods are not to be blamed,
for they maketh a fool out of man
tempting none but him to 'eat';
a glistening fruit, and he did
they said; eat not!, for the void is shallow
and then they said; go live!
immortality stripped,
from dust we arise, unto dust shall we return
Man sinneth, who then is to blame?
ye shall age, and death shall find your souls
She sauntered through the garden;
serving as a bridge to his desires
from his ribs, she was molded
No, not we!
and we told the angels to procure!
Bow!, to my creation
they all did, No; objected one!
and he was stripped of his honour and rank
minions of darkness crown him lord;
of course, he shall be questioned!
Exempt me till the 'day'; he asked!
and we shall,
for we know; you shall lead 'them' astray
but what good is a world with no evil?;
and so, darkness came to be
only if it liveth in thy heart;
shall you be led astray, worry not
how bad is a world dominated by darkness?
and 'good' shall be in their heart;
those who forget not, our warning!
©Pen of A True Gemini ™
Monarch Muse™ ♊
8th July, 2023
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 11:28 AM UTC
The wheel rolls;
gate of heaven closes and open
for the end of one man is the beginning of another
life beget death;
death beget life
what joy is there in life?
what sorrow is there in death?
for no man is eternal;
without been kissed by the cold hand of death
what then is there in this temporal cottage
what then is there to bewail?
this transient and ever fleeting existence;
how then is a man to derive joy in life?
when life itself holds no solitude
but then, why should fear grip the heart at the thought of death?
Chaos ensue when death visit,
cries of felicity fills the hear when life is begotten
but is this not an endless circle of creation?
life hasten destruction; death!
through death, new life begins
is there an end to this caged entanglement?
living amidst joy and anguish,
pain in life and relieve in death
what then is there to live for?
when it all ends as soon as death arrives
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Monarch Muse™♊
7th July, 2023
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 5:47 AM UTC
Title: Caeser at Lucifer's Mission
Theme: The Aesthetic of Poets
A duet by : Prince Jayeola ( Golden Son)
: Fuad Opeyemi (Gemini)
Solid heart like the mountain Everest
Circumflex to the Raven, Bring up the agon
in our midst, Like a dove, we still remain
Challenge come about us
Still, we overcome the hurdles like hills
🙇Golden son 🙇
Kvell Cadres of scrivener,
Harness styluses to tattoo on thin sheets
Poets, goblet of endowment,
Pivoting throe to gladdened symphony
Soothing the ear of grief dwellers
🙇Gemini🙇
Clear out barrel of hate,
Come apart, enmity show less on our ballad
We do not bow down to race
Rather, we propel with grace,
With the sound of humour our poem emit
🙇Golden son 🙇
The pen, like a magicians's wand
Exploited by calibers of Versified bards
With a tip so sharp, running in ink
Cynosure of Prying eyes, like a drop -
Of dew on spinach, poet are Aesthetic
🙇Gemini🙇
We are "they are who? ", certainly!
Armed to the teeth with our pens
Thinking of ill- hearted hearts to heal
As we dance to the dead beat of our bleeding pen
No, tell the man in the street to flow off our den
🙇Golden son 🙇
Rhymester's way is Slim and Narrow,
Like a thoroughfare to Gehenna
For we dine with words, A minstrel
muser are hero, resident of valhalla,
For we are the fighter, that fight with pen
🙇Gemini🙇
We stand in the racket of ranks
And fight to mind our p's and q's,
Hardly do we hit below the belt
To avoid disruption of poets that que
We stand tall and play the game
🙇Golden son 🙇
Poets are Aesthetic, alluring
That travaux over the lava-like ways of poesy
We are all a product of our genre
Yet, living in the facade of exultation
Delusional, caeser at Lucifer's Mission
🙇Gemini🙇
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
The bleeding Hearted Pen
©Prince Jayeola™
The Golden son
All rights reserved
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
The Eerie Tavern
A cracked Porcelain,
Prone to be treated with delicacy
Though bound to rive facilely, but,
Can it hang on to its bite like a wild dog
Or give up, like a broken legged Mantis
Green eyed partridge ,
Dances to the pitched Vocable of its nest
Cradled against its own Soft feather
Does it wait for an ill fated worm to crawl up
Or hunt the unyielding insect
The Eerie Tavern,
That makes hair stand at the back of neck
With its cold breeze smooching the iced glass
Will danger lurk in the darkest shadow of the inn
Or warmth, Tranquil spread across its hinges
The limp and the blind,
Set out on a rickety and scarred thoroughfare
Had the blind has an eye on his glabella
And the limp has a leg that doesn't falter
Impairment might not cause a truce
Tortoise and the Porcupine,
One with shell as hard as Brick
The other with pine as detriment as poison
Had it been they both lack their cover shield
They'd have been stuffed in a coffin
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
The Bleeding Hearted Pen
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
And Confident Ease
A free verse poem
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pen sways on back and forth
Soul wish to write in royal court
Ink glow in golden hue
The paper don't care if it is blue
Poetry is not a game of slicing apple
It can be sonnet, Limerick, or Haiku
It is more than just rhyming
Not an amusement like miming
Pen it on, for poetry is the world
Expressing what is more than word
©Pen of A True Gemini™
A poet by birth
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
With Rested Gaze...
A Limerick poem (aabba, 9-9-7-7-9)
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Peter stones ***** up his poking ear
To the pitter-patter he could hear
From the faded local beat
To the sandwich he can eat
Boss peter has got nothing to fear
Cat-son and mouse-well were once a friend
In the clubhouse, they'd drink to no end
Till the cat grew cruel and cold
And mouse stay in his household
Thenceforth, the crazy hunt never end
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
She came late Last night
A Romance poem
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The strong wind blew
With its airy Hand,
carries my hair to the cloud
Like a lone wolf, sitting alone
I await her arrival
Even when the rain started
Drenching my sticky skin
Taped to the window with faraway look
Longing to see her sunlight smile
One that fights sadness and sorrow
Sat upon the window side
The wooden bench start to complain
Of my sitting all day,
I've got all day to wait
For the key to my happiness
Watching the rain beget cat and dog
And the thunder clap
Eyes closing on its own accord
With my bed longing for friction
While the bench won the fight
She came late last night
That I am sure of
Deep in my subconscious
Am getting rid of the thought
With her not beside me in bed
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
A free verse poetry
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
Sweet Scent On The Breeze
An Haiku poem (Wind)
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Propel the birds up
Flowers dance at a mere touch
Also tree's soulmate
Unseen, yet so real
Comfort giver, in the heat
All corners of world
It flows, even roars
Lethal, if it is a storm
Still, serve as relief
Friend of a sailor
The voyager's ship power
Gift of the nature
Sweet scent on the breeze
The wind carries aromas
Pleasing the schnozzle
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
A stoic writer
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Stretch Across The Face
A free verse poem
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A dirt on the porcelain platter
Stretch across the face
With the eye keen on it
While the mind won't stray
A lion piggy backing a deer
And The prey so happy
Had he know beforehand
The predator don't play
The eye lid flutter
Straining to kiss the nose
Ignoring the brain's warning
He can see but only hazily
Raven took a likening for the peacock
Admiring its flashy feather
Oh the raven seems to forget
That his black is also shiny
For man don't care
But the heart and soul do
If the heart loves not
The sky won't be blue
©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC