"folklores" poems
....the way she walks and the way she talks
She is the fairest of folklores
She drains me of words
And drowns me in thoughts
She is the reason I smile
Even amidst a milli reasons to cry;
The magic mat on which I fly
Deep into the fluffy clouds of fantasy
Where only she and I will be,
Watching our lives unfold like a golden scroll
Living every day as it comes......
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
I like black color and paper boats, elderly people, old homes, month of November, broken dreams, sad stories and deep silence after them...
I like my childhood, honest friends, my bag and old pen, recess at school, old playground and games that time has played with us...
I like the food cooked by my grandmother, cups of tea, pet parrots and the cat, mischievous things which were easy to be forgiven by everyone...
My hometown and its old railway station, the whispered voice, your laughter, storytellers, folklores and true characters hidden in them...
I like these yellow leaves decorating old trees, snowflakes, my old diaries, your old letters, my old scarf, small babies, poetry books and rhymes in them...
The old sky and stars which used to come to see you shining, rainy season, the cold Beijing and its winter nights, Tsinghua Campus... I love them all...
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
Of splendid thrones of gold
or treasures manifold
Of jewelled caskets
or lavish banquets
Of Emirs and rajahs
Of Sultan and Shahs
Of kings and queens
Of rulers and emperors
Of sparkling crowns
or flowing gowns
Of their subservient stewards and obedient pages
Of their stalwart squires and servile knaves
Of poor humble, docile minions
who tended to regal pavilions
And obeisantly carried royal palanquins
Oh and some were real life harlequins
Of castles and palaces
of abounding gold and silver
in ostentatious regal splendour
The sidelined fanning maids in waiting
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing
The minstrels who came to sing
from afar for the queen and king
For I'd rather be a poetess for kings
so to my tunes swayed a kingdom
than I be the king of mere subjects
and be filled with regal boredom!
So I could join ranks of
troubadours
and sing for the king
some folklores.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Why is that looking into the-
Wide and open city so upsetting?
I saw the bird,
She was looking amongst the buildings,
A space that was hers
Or maybe the space-
Her ancestors have told her,
The folklores and many songs-
Written on the very space.
She crossed mountains,
Seas and barren lands
To see the city lights and
The many dreams she had.
She is not homesick,
She doesn’t even have a memory
Of her home-land
It is a long lost dream
Which cannot be recollected.
She’s homeless.
Was she looking for a mirage
In between the tall buildings -
‘They’ said where dreams prosper?
It’s a furnace,
The colours of fire she could see,
The shadow painted colours-
Orange, red and grey and
Still it required meaning?
I’m looking for it too!
I am scared of forgetting,
Old age and Alzheimers
I’m a dreamer, a homeless hippie
But there is a root, a deep root
A scent, a strong scent and
A soul that is sometimes homesick.
I’m a coward, a bold faced, masked dancer
But there is no rhythm, no audience
It’s just silence, dull grey stillness!
These buildings scare me, where is it?
Where is my chariot?
I cannot follow the crowd
They have a home, a meaningful home
They like the cement, the black air
And bundles of printed paper.
They stamped me mad. Am i?
Maybe I am.
Hey bird, I’m not responsible-
For your destiny, look, look
Look at my hands, there is no blood
Look, look carefully, there is no stain
But I belong to the race, I belong to
The same age, the same world
That changed your fate!
I've no redemption from my sins!
I've no redemption from my sins!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
*There’s hidden
A precious pearl
Eons have passed
Mentioned in
Various folklores
Hushed tones
Described the
Unknown beauty
Eyes have
Not truly feasted
On it yet
Pearl of Wisdom
Between the
Hidden chambers
Core of the
Universe held secrets
About the origin
Many seers
Have meditated
For time immemorial
The secret of beauty
Love and wisdom
Soul’s eternity
Thus birthed the
Universe from this
Hidden beauty
Many seers will
Meditate eternally
At the confluence of time
In deep trance
Shall try to delve
Deeper into the core
And be one with
The Universe*
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
Time..
slipping
from the parapets
a rorschach night
laid out below
If mine
is but a little while
then yours is not
for me to know
so, glittering
away, we leapt
from all convention
disavowed
restoring
golden folklores
with our whispering
of owls
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 4:38 PM UTC
Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.
Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.
The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.
Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.
Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.
Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.
I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.
Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
Of what lies the fate of being One? The aspirations of a paradise fast forgone.
Peers that flux to tame tide. Dreams of Heroes they far together glide. Morrows they lived to prosper in love. Affections that glow, no one needs to plough.
Rustic although was dark. ***** although civilisation was lack.
Yet! Still yet!!!
The bluntness of the spear cuts through many hearts.
Her invincible hand drops inventions of it kind to dirts.
A long journey into the wood is what draws nearer.
Moonlight folklores, dominating smell of affection in d air. Hopefulness of hopeless tomorrow’s meal a Dear.
Sounds of the storm, through pavorated doors, roofs left ajar.
The storm of life rages to scatter the sands.
Erosion into throats wanders fleshes into pounds.
Everyone, many one, all one soughts to touch what brains now serve as it grows. Big houses, bigger pockets, a good life as it goes.
Exodus of now, without a Moses of now into a promised land that Joshua never belonged. Pillars of light, Amalekites in all ways with many Yawehs.
Now! All is touched, many is known except a paradise that used to be. Crowds are made, Banks now a pocket, and so are Devils that flux as Bee.
Nostalgia haunts like nightmare. Ways back summons with all lyrics.
All ways looks like that fare. Heart longs, threatens to pieces.
I set back to trace all tunnels.
All tunnels that lead to paradise far forgone.
A Granny that gets all into her without funnel.
An uncle that treats all for one.
Journey that used to b an epic now concave. Rural that reminds paradise now like the hell forgone.
All I long to see now gone with the wave. Things are no more the way it used to be while we were one.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
I know of a mysterious being,
Dressed in suits, but bestowed with ancient voices.
I know of a magician,
A supernatural astounder, who performs in hearts of men.
.
I know of a trickster,
Whose tricks surpass that of tortoise in folklores
And whose dark long hat is made with anguish.
I know of a sorcerer, who performs in hearts of men.
.
He, who gives without notifying hesitation,
Comes to take with without invitation .
I know of a wizard, giver of caps but taker of heads
And he lives in hearts of men .
.
Of a riddler I know,
Whose riddles creates chaos in minds of scholars.
I know of a man, who visited me not long ago,
A merchant of Venice looking for a land to sow.
On his hand lies arrow and bow
Ready to shoot into the dearest of hearts
Saying "am coming to you, to create my mark "
And he lives only in the shadows
.
Balogun David Tolulope
(Drunk poet)
©️2017
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Walking on
Frozen path
Time stood still
Leads the feet
To known
Destination
Slippery proposition
Silent screams
Unsettling tales
Wooden door
Slammed years ago
Tiny slit
Does allow
Some view
Dingy rooms
Thick cobwebs
Frozen hearts
Time lost trail
Last visit
In folklores
On frozen path
No soul
Wants to return
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Good will tames us
from beasts to sheeps.
A check to balance,
to lull and please.
The mind the instincts
long instilled.
Easily coaxed,
compelled, confused.
Singing folklores,
lovely tunes.
Humming mockery
alluring runes.
Days and years gone
past in fire. Burnt
bodies alive
Killed? No.
Sacrificed.
Six thousand years we've stood in bliss.
Molded by wisdom,
civilized hypocrites.
Ignorance trance masks
blood-ridden terrors.
What's leftover you see
they say humanity.
To me however,
A hollow excuse.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
Half truths
Creates whole pain
Finish the story
I'm curious
I have nine lives
I love folklores
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Lead me to paradise
to the place that exists
in beautiful tales and folklores
in fantasies and wild imaginations
hitherto was only a wish
I pray not you leave me here
in a land of sadness and sorrow
where the wind does not blow
and the grass does not grow
the stars have faded from view
there's only light in the dark
The sweet scent of savouring flowers
songs of birds fill the air
whistling winds soothe my ear
the trees talk to each other
like a work of art
everything is perfect and in order
There I want to spend eternity
waking up to an utter delight
free from pain and worry
surrounded by nature's finest
of everything best and beautiful.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Tears streaming down my face
as volcanic emotions rupture the seams of this frail earthen vessel
and as molten fears roll down hardened cheeks
they remind me of broken cisterns
trying to carry the burden of
precious water to thirsty souls
Tears streaming down my face
flow from a place dark and cold
beyond the surface smiles
and feminine guiles
lay a pain waiting to explode
it’s been brewing for years
and the threads of this patched soul
can’t conceal these putrefying sores
anymore
And so they flow with the passion
of rivers on a quest to find the shore
seeking answers mystic as ancient folklores
corroding tightly concealed dungeon doors
waking painful dreams untold
Yes these tears stream down my face
and this time I’ll let them go
let them flow upon diseased waters
bringing purity and wholeness
like HIS Blood that has saturated ***** sheets
I'll let them caress this pain
rain washing this soul clean
I’ll let them remind me of where I’ve been
my tendency to sin
the hope i can only have in HIM
I’ll lay myself upon HIS brazen altar
pour these tears upon HIS throne
Allow this cistern to be remade whole
sweeping away the dust and the cold
I’ll come home
to that place of rest in YOU
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
The
Stars are drowsy now
So let me tell you two or perchance
Two and more heroic folklores
*
Let
Me tell you
How my soul descends
Amidst the Nile river and wend
My way through the vallies
As I scramble in the brambles searching for thorns to write on the wild emotions
*
Let
Me tell you
How sweet I ******
The blushing rose just for the milky lines and rhymes
*
Let
Me tell you
How I finds myself submerged in the oceans
And drowning and drowning
In my delusions and affections
*
Let
Me tell you
How I smile every mile I gets whiles I write
And childishly engraves them in every word I fetch…
To be cont….
©Historian E.Lexano
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
i saw the sky like i've never seen it before, saw it wave like the one who walked out the door.
i saw the sky but it was not the same as yours, mine had the shrieks and howls of my mother's old folklores.
i saw the sky and it seemed lovely, but appeared cowardice as she wailed, “will you hold me?”
i saw the sky as the colors morphed into one with the hums of train life, the birds looked away to be shielded from the knife.
i saw the sky, but it looked quite like what’s lurking behind my eye.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
He stands above the bridged weir,
watching the sunlight striking
the waterfall, where stream joins river,
bright silver spray, subtle spectrum.
Ripples exhaust their energy
on the black glassy surface,
obscuring the waiting menace
pervading his dark imaginings.
He's beyond its reach, sheltered
by artifacts, though exposed
in stillness to ghostly thoughts,
cloaked in ancient folklores' clothes,
savage rites, evil onslaughts.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC