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Dec 2016 · 499
IN TRIAL TIMES
Martins Tomisin Dec 2016
Paddle!  Paddle!!  Paddle!!!
Paddle your pirogue down the valley
Even when your moment seems heavy
Spring to life in tasteless tingling time
Only the gritty nibbles with the rhythm
of time.


Written by: Martins Tomisin
This poem is serving as an advice and encouragement for those who seems to be tired of life due to psychological trauma they had as a result of living, asking those who are in pain to move on, for the pain can never last for ever.

In this life if one should fall, one must rise again to face reality and move on well in life.
Those who are bold will be the one to enjoy life till their last breath... so we should never give up living!!!
Dec 2016 · 1.4k
MY FIVE-FIVE-FINGERS
Martins Tomisin Dec 2016
I
My five-five-fingers of my hands
Zestfully lived In serenity.
The three thrill fingers of my right hand:
Thumb, index finger and *******
Stoutly lived civilly and gleefully
Amongst her BROTHERS:
They rested gleefully upon the placid,
SHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART.

II
Sharp sable pointed-dart;
Perched in the midst of the three thrill fingers
And laid rest upon the hungry,
****** DUSKY-SHEET, which sprawled
Bear flat on the glossy desk.
The glossy desk accompanying the earth
The earth accompanying its depth.

III
The other ******* of my right hand:
Ring finger and little finger
Calmly leisure, plopped on the hungry,
****** dusky-sheet
And lent ears to the Sharp-sable-pointed-dart,
Sharp-sable-pointed-dart,
Muttering vignettes of yesterday
Muttering vignettes of today
Muttering vegnettes of tomorrow.
Upon the glossy desk
My five fingers of my left hand too
Laid rest, and eyeballed the sharp-sable-pointed-dart,
Muttering deep thoughts.

IV
Look,
All you who waded through lines:
All you who unearth the heart
Of this earth, hunting for treasures
Pore over my ten fingers.
My ten fingers,
As pure as a full ****** moon.
I have dunked deep my five fingers
Of my right hand with my progenitors
In a bowl of sweet dishes
And nibbled singed YAMS amidst
The thriving vegetables.

V
But my forefinger of my left hand
Never been raised above
To curse the heavens
Never been raised up to pinpoint
My progenitors' homeland
Never had it tasted any depravity
And never will it be licked
Or bit by the savage butchers of Meat
Who loved to fatten themselves on ******
And gratified their heart with
Juicy cup of blood and gore.
In this poem, MY FIVE-FIVE-FINGERS, one must take note of the African proverbs used in the poem in order to know the poem better.

In a nutshell, in this poem, I used the 'ten fingers' of the hand as an allegory and symbolism of peace or serenity.  The ability of the ten fingers to live well in peace without fighting each other, is really a wonderful thing..., looking into our society nowadays, people loves fighting her neighbour instead of keeping peace in the society they reside - they let hatred germinate in their heart, which leads to war. When you look at the fingers of the hand, for example, the fingers did play a vital roles, each with different size, and different work. In spite of their major roles each performs, they are able to live together as one: this is what we want in our society; the ability for both rich and poor to live together is a godly thing that will move our society forward...

This is one of a satirical poem that satirized the society we live today...

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