"downwardly" poems
O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC?
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])
Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor
Knowing not your true colour and texture
Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery
With the so limited human capacity
In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss
But O love! Why are you ever crooked?
Young men and women in strength of their sinews
Toil day and night in ******* of humanity
Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love
Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze
Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence
In the foolish quest for love equillibria
But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love
You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts
O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless?
You hate the learned but you favour the strong
You hate professors but you favour the soldiers
You hate the rich but you favour the agile
You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers
You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian
You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes
You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin
You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress
O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical?
Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality
In all of your history you scored sum *** laude
In the duo as blend of your domain, Look;
You never dwell in a genuine companionship
You like where the couth will interject;
Amidst fornication between married and single ones
Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion
Amidst miscegenation between black and white
Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame
Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young
Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp
Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant
Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil
Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians
Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays
O love! O love! You are the most wicked force!
Love I am told; your colour is red
You may be red or you may not be red
But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration
For your herculean ability to bend the most wise;
In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend
In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend
Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor,
In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte
To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine
Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris
Among the then humanity and the then animality,
In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers
In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser
In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen
Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps
In the eyes of the Roman beholders
The father and the son only to sent the empire
To the love forlorn smithereens!
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
When Mr. Toad
returned, his
world was quite
absurd
Undone
Princely praises
words no longer heard
Musing karma,
Guidelines for the
downwardly
mobile
No lover
No meaning
No money
With the others
calling out into the night
calling for salvation
calling out for a princess,
a princess who never seems to come.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
you’re out here
making me look
foolish.
denying what the truth is,
like you really didn’t do it.
like i’m some petty *****
who just couldn’t move on
through it.
like i’m the one who was
doing the other wrong,
when it was you who was
constantly leading me on…
you’re acting as if you weren’t
swiping through tinder
all night long…
like i never saw the messages
before you moved your arm.
as if i had no reason to leave
you on read…all semester long.
but if you need me to list them
i’ll give you an abundance of ‘em:
i had left before you had
discussed your views of
me with your homies,
who had uncontrollable *** tendencies.
before you began to imagine
all those matches on their knees
praying for your drunk sanity.
before you decided to tap
two days before you suddenly
saw it heading downwardly.
and all those nights where
you thought you had me oblivious
to all that you had attempted
to conceal. and even before
your little homies stated:
c’mon dude its college
forget how she feels…
but boy please, i knew it all…
and i had left long before
our kisses and your bed
grew cold.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
There is a humanity which never stops,
Each an elementary piece
Of every human.
Look at the sun which gives light
To all the darkest crevices that
Think they are hidden.
See the nature in its flawed beauty
Through your innocent eyes which see
What you perceive as
Right and wrong,
See how the river splits and still
Finds its way downwardly as well
As all the mimicked frenzy
As bullets fly laterally.
It drowns itself in the moist earth
And eyes turn away to find beauty
Elsewhere in this lunatic frenzy,
See how pretty the tombstones are?
And when you can see this light,
Then and only then you
Can see the darkness which hides
In its luminous lie.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
trickle, trickle, little dew drops
your divine tap
has, all but dry up
so with no drizzle
insight
to bring thee rain
our tongues
will all
share the same
dried up fate
so with a bending
feeble knee
i do beg thee
let go
of your purse
and sinful coin
we have no need
to eat the fruit of oil
and with shallow hollow breath
i do downwardly cry
for who will survive?
and a little voice
will say
surely not i
or the rich
or the poor
and in the coming of the
dawn
the heat or the cold
will only bring
bones and tears drops
of lost loves
for paradise was
green and the oceans where (were)
like of the new
but we soiled her
and cover her
in black goo
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC