"obe" poems
The year following
Jimmy's death
(my first encounter,
and my little brother),
I smothered myself
In every read on
Parapsychology,
Astral beings,
OBE's, NDE's,
And plasma projections,
Reincarnation and all
Aberations.
I awarded myself
An Honorary Doctorate
In ******** (Ph. D.B.S.).
Then I met ****** Mary,
As the police called her.
Her keen abilities
Recovered bodies
And the snatchers.
She had a dead-on reputation.
She spoke German and gesticulated
Wildly while she oracled.
Her husband translated simultaneously.
Her sun-room shone,
There were plants on
Every table. No candles.
Perhaps I was mesmerized.
She had one message for me
From the other side:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.
Marlene
(my darling little sister,
And my next encounter),
Had a dream the very same
Day I saw my seer.
She dreamt Jimmy
Was alone,
Crying at home,
And through his tears
She clearly hears:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.
****** Mary was free,
That's right... no fee.
She said her gift
Was for sharing,
And she shared
Her gift with me.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
I believe
In the shameless love of this life;
Not in a previous or afterlife.
I don't believe
In reincarnation, transmigration
Ascension or decesnsion.
And all the sepulchres concur.
I believe in Christ,
Not Christianity or Protestantism.
I believe in Muhammad,
Not Islam
(And this list goes on).
I don't believe in banshees,
Astral projection or any OBE.
I don't believe in gnomes or trolls,
Elves, sprites and witches,
Nirvana, Valhalla, Heaven or Hell.
And I believe
I won't be disappointed.
I believe in politics,
Not politicians.
I believe in the Arts
(All of them),
And humanity,
And You,
The healers and teachers.
Oh Spirit,
Where is it?
I don't believe hovering souls
Listen to eulogies.
I don't believe in death-bed conversions
Just because...
I believe in a living consciousness,
For
I Am That I Am,
And that's what I am.
I will not go gently,
For I know,
There's nothing
To worry about.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
I'm beside myself,
What can I do?
Having an OBE
Because of you.
I'm next to an idiot,
The blame lies with you;
Like an NDE,
I'm leaving you.
Is this a dream?
My life's askew;
I'm not what I seem
Because of you.
My body of bliss
Roams looking for you;
My love for you made
An astral breakthrough.
I'm on a spiritual walk
On a plane that's new;
This plane will crack
If I'm snapped back to you.
A paranormal snafu
That won't do;
But I'll return
When my body's near you.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
Edikaikong, Afang, Ofe Olugbo or Miyan Kuka,
Ila Asepo, Fisherman Soup, White soup or Obe Isapa,
As diverse as the tongues that relish these delicacies,
And rich enough to entice all sorts of tasty fantasies.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
a life I once lived. she was my righteous, my sin. filled my soul with ecstasy. ecstasy of peace. I shot her into my veins, seen a pyramid piece. a life long before, with a king and a queen, somehow I was under the impression that was her and that was me. than it pierced thru my lungs straight for my soul, just than I seen the entire universe unfold. without our love, the 8 won’t go. I cried and told you how I felt deep down. you told me the same and the 8 spun around. it flowed with us and thats how I knew you were mines. I was yours since the beginning of time, it wasn’t an hallucination ,it was my third eye, an astral projection, the truth never lies. I know it was real since I felt you behind my eyes. from my head to my toes. from my heart to my soul.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
I remember the death of my best friend,
I know that's somewhat hard to say.
A simple walk down that dark street,
A drunk driver speeds away....
I remember watching the red tail lights,
The license plate I could not read
Daniel was his name, Smoothing King was our game
Then he was turned into nothing but street.
I remembered the very next year,
After all Daniel died in twenty-zero-three
A little prank that went to far,
A firecracker I threw at people's feet.
I remember a storm, God's wrath had in hand....
Brought me to my feet...
I remember my friends faces
The storm had washed them away
And I remember packing my bags,
The goodbye's I never got to say.....
She took my home, mustered with clutter it lay
My friends had past, their bodies amast with muck they lay....
Katrina was her name,....
Pain was her game, sufficed that was to say.
I remember our trip to a new home
A Floridian I was now called to be
The trip was but four hours
More like four years it felt to me
I remember starting my third grade year
The title of the school was "OBE"
It was nothing but bullies, mean teachers
They honestly could not teach
And I remember the torment
Punches, kicks, and being beat.....
I remember my transition,
A place much nicer to me
A breath of fresh air to **** my despair,
My new school was "GBE"
Full of friendly new faces and people like me
I was now called a friend and that's how it started for me
I remember my recruitment,
A Junior Ice Pilot I was to be
The feeling of sliding, from the ice I was gliding
My blades froze from the freeze...
Yet still I was gliding, the cool breeze colliding
Flowing throughout my gloves and stick,....
I remember always stopping to get a drink at circle k
A polar pop to quench my thirst....
The ice kept me wheezing, my head was still freezing
All that time on the ice was in rememberance to yesterday......
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
I'm speaking in
leaves and with dirt against
trying to sleep
repeating the hot hum of heartache
& stopping to breathe
I have been
inside & under
this horrible robe /
its ropes tied too close &
I'm starting to choke /
breaking-down wine & the whys to find
fumbling's curse
repetitive lure-slurring prose
in my own faulted purse
this is a
tree and then paper
a bird and now blood
& all of the bones you've swept up
love,
stick out of the rug
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
I shall give my prayers
and wishes
to the stars
that shine like precious moon.
Give my aspirations
as Father Obe of night
has its star children
collect wishes.
And When moon shines brightest
it means wishes were received
He smiles
with rays of light
to doll them out
to passing angels.
And then I am delivered into joy.
to shine just like one of his stars.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Where would a poem be,
without a readers eyes?
The glowing ***** that lead one to pool of soul.
Where would a poesy be, without inquisitive eyes?
The obe’s that pulsate to expand and explore written word.
Where would a sonnet be,
without eyelets that focus divinely?
The optics that have power to shift words into consciousness.
Where, oh where would a poem be,
without gazing eyes shaped like sun?
The vision seeds, that shine to cast their view upon a dream.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
In every drop of rain,
there is a hidden rainbow,
ready to unleash the big one.
The one that covers sky
to bring an aaah to lips.
The bow that opens eyes
as feet do dance.
In every ray of golden sun,
there is a spark,
ready to anoint one who walks.
The sun that burns in sky
to make one show a smile.
The obe thats grand and sacred
even when it rains.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady that gives out the Wagon Wheels and the Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva I’d like to thank her from me.
To Elva we give a cheer she’s a fantastic Volunteer
With tea, and biscuits, and wagon wheels.
To Elva it is no big deal
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
She’s the lady with the wagon wheels and tea.
There's a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And maybe she should receive the OBE
To Elva we thank you for your time you give. We are the befrienders boys James, Martin, Jo, Mark, Garth, and Me
And you make such a beautiful cup of tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist church swears she’s Elva
She the lady with the Wagon Wheels and Tea
There’s a lady in the Methodist Church swears she’s Elva
And to Elva you fill our hearts with glee
And from the Befrienders Boys We’d just like to say
Thank you for the Wagon Wheels today
Thank you for the Tea, and The Coffee,
and the time that you give
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC