"highpoint" poems
One day in Pickwick
Soon to be acquainted
You must be sainted
It simply said click
You caught my eye
It was an oddity
You didn’t out me
as a complicated guy
It’s not a perhaps
I need you everyday
You oughtn’t go away
Without you I'll collapse
It might seem Lemony
this idea of mine
It’s opposite of malign
I simply want hegemony
I hope you know
you’re under my control
I own your whole
Following the written escrow
You’re my morning salvation
The highpoint of Monday
the sun in Sunday
You’re my liberating vacation
Darling baby you see
You’re my delicious Tea
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
With no advanced ticket,
I pay as I go
My boarding left open
still more things to know
The day train a local
expresses by night
My spirit rolls inward
—next station in sight
(Highpoint North Carolina: April, 2017)
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
Neither of us could tell when one song ended and the other started, for they blended together into one endless tune. To us, the songs didn’t have an end and neither did our dance. It was like the shades or the sunset that we danced in, the backdrop of the song. Pinks, purples, reds, and oranges, all mixed together to represent the guitar, piano, passion, love, hope, and fear in our song. We were creating our own melody, our own song. We were singing it, dancing it, and living it, and it lasted for an hourAnd then it ended.No, it didn’t end. It just moved on to a different part, like the sunset. The sky was still there, just in a different part of its song. First it would darken, to the navy colors of midnight, the full moon a bright hold in the sky, as the stars glittered around it. Next, the sun would rise again, slowly reclaim its place as the ruler of the sky, as the darkness turned to light. Then, the sun would shine for the rest of the day, against a blue the color of Jonathan’s eyes. Finally, the sun would tire, and begin to sink again, and the night shift would begin. Our song would continue on a different night. The sunset was our chorus, the repeating melody that held our song together. Everything else was extra verses, little things that added to chorus and made it stronger and fuller.Sometimes, the chorus would change, but it would always be there, because it was the highpoint of the song, the ****** of our story.The universe was the verses.The chorus was us.Together, dancing, free.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 5:01 PM UTC
And there are many millions,
Even billions,
Yet fate had her way,
Crossing our paths the very day;
Many months later,
Chatted...texted,
Friendship getting better,
And we have talked!
You're my highpoint,
Of this year,
You're so on point,
My GingerBread dear,
Jesus' older sister;
Go on and have a great new year,
Many magical moments,
With absolute zero torments. #BirthdayVERSES >>> Adeola Ojo CEO Adehola Creations :D :D :D :D
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC