"oni" poems
Obscured by this ornately designed day ****** covering
Is a damaged mind that's still recovering
A broken heart that's still recovering
Love, life, and friendship again
Behind this mask is a dead man that's been resurrected again
He is becoming a new
Without the mask he is no longer blue.
The old world behind him
His new world will find him
Without out this mask his light can shine through.....if you wanted to go that direction of like New life
Behind this mask memories pass straight through it's eyes
When you stare at it slowly your faith dies
The mask was the man's demise The mask is where the darkness will rise
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
On the street in Tokyo one summer
a woman seized my shoulders,
her coarse hair as coal as night and hugging her face
so that when she opened her mouth
the darkness and roundness of it all
was as if a black hole were to engulf me entirely.
Good nature and sake
dried in spittle on her lip,
she cupped my *******
and fed me the Universe
thick from her own swollen *****
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
In spirits;
& games,
these two brothers hath dabbled!
A rose, from the ashes
With song they doeth climb;
Back to "reality" where angels do hide
And angles abide .sharp.
Bards in a game of larp...
They projected to, each others hearts
Upon the
strings
sing
They did
But old as time
Tho both may be
They still are only kids
Love
The "emmoe of emmoes"
They sought only to toast
...
To GOOD TIMES!
O' what good times.
Awaking from
Sleep was sweet.
Tommorrow is a new day.
So don't sleep it away.
...
They would say.
These 2 brothers
And then fly away.
And on that new day...
That came so swift.
The heavens shook violent
And the earth bore a rift
Soaring below
Deep in the caverns walls
Like a flying squirrels
Gliding above the world
Just barely escaping the deadliest
Cliff hits
No worry mates
Just excitement
for the prize below
Where the songs of men and oni
Doeth powerfully flow
And so they bestowed
Light in Shadows.
Decend-id.
Arise & Shine
No longer blind
They soar free
Deeper.
And deeper...
To finally
Reach thee
Seæ
!¿^°^?¡
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
learning that love is
no more than in moments
I couldn't trade ours
so I frame them in poems
& I've turned down the Joni
turned down the heat
you left on my tongue
you poured
to my feet
I'm starting to see
I have
been-seeing-strings
& I hate that I hate now
believing in things
but I love to remember
& I'm starting to think
that all through these nights
& with every drink
that I still sink for you
& get weak just breathing
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
I share my bed with demons.
Goblins, and Rakshasa,
And Japanese Oni
stain my sheets,
already crimson,
with red hot unrest.
They do not speak in whispers.
They do not close their eyes.
Together we lie and toss,
And think and sleep
Not a wink, not a wink!
Just listen to the
Crickets and wind and,
below us,
Hear slow, steady,
Heartbeats of
the hell they call home.
Follow sulfur incense strings,
My mercy, down to the
ninth circle of my bed.
**** the swelter of
this under-the-covers underworld,
Drown touch-starved fires
with holy water sweat.
Suffocate a roomful of shadows,
with a fistful of light.
Guide my way to dreams.
Save me, save me, save me.
When you are not with me
I share my bed with demons.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
Dzień dobry, ok, ustalimy koszty na 100 egz. zajmę się tym po świętach, bo będę wyjeżdzać. Wiem, że miał Pan prawo zwątpić, ale w Polsce inaczej mimo wszystko podchodzi się do poezji, mam wrażenie, że tu nadal jest ona ważna. Bardzo wiele wydaje się tomików poetów - amatorów, są oni zrzeszeni w klubach poetyckich. Cieszę się, że Pan ma też swoich czytelników, to super, myślę, że tomik Pana zadowoli i oczywiście wieczorek z poezją też. Może uda się Panu przyjechać ? ale to jeszcze dalsza perspektywa, mama mówiła, że może sierpień. Pozdrawiam.
oczywiście, skoro pani prosi, przyjade... wiem, ta niesfoboda różnic perspektyw, na zachodzie jest ważna muzyka, ta forma ubustwa poezji... rym na rym na rym etc. ile czasu jest potrzebne tyle racze zgodą i kiwaniem głowy, nie chce sie wpraszać z tą obawą zaniedbania... w sumie nie ja wykonuje tą "brudną" robote publikacji. oraz dziękuje za brak formalności z tymi słowami przed moimi... chociaż rękopis by wiele więcej wykrył w ramach odpowiedzi, tzn. czułosci; jednym słowem: dziękuje.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Odczucie zaparcia tchu w piersiach
jakoby przy chłodzie,
szoku w oszołomionej
czułości czy penetracji
przez ukochanego po raz pierwszy
podczas aktu cielesnego
odczuwam jako to uczucie
w klatce
ściśniętej
jakbym miał w dłoniach
właśnie
tak samo kruchą rybkę...
ledwo dyszy, cmoka,
jak niemowlę się miota...
i widzę siebie jako lęk,
że ona to ze szkła jest
i płacze prawie z niepokoju
o to
co
z nią
zrobię
że trzymam mięsień sercowy wyjęty
prosto z czyjejś żywotności.
I wiem, iż jeśli tylko zrobię
nieostrożny ruch, to ten cały
cud Życia którego
w oniemieniu i własnych łzach
nie mogę pojąć,
że mi położono między palce...
pęknie nagle jedna arteria przez ściśnięcie...
I pójdzie krew.
I pójdą jej wargi w dół.
I pójdą płetwy wzdłuż ciała.
A tygrysie paski bielu i różu będą już tylko tą gęstą czerwienią co nie zmyjesz z ramion tylko się wedrą jak zabrudzona skóra bez zrzucania naskórka.
Tą czerwienią w papce jak ta podczas okresu menstruacyjnego gdy ją badasz z bliska na opuszkach.
A Cardio będzie nieme.
Przeze mnie.
Zgwałcone takowo więc.
Lub każde inne dłonie, w które powierzyłem tą rybkę.
Dlatego takim łkającym lękiem jest dawanie tego w inne dłonie.
A oni nie wiedzą jak karpika się trzyma tak, by chodziło o niego i tylko niego.
Nie jego paski barwne,
powietrze wokół
czy inne tyczące się treści.
O niego.
Oto Słowo.
Osoba.
Język.
My.
„A Słowo ciałem się stało.”
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
The task I pay for change
With my thumbs I make my choice.
My very own choice without coercion
Oh! Hear me, my dearly pay for change.
The balance in my diet has flown.
See me and how I have become.
The 2nd to none to Iya oni Jedi
Since the constant change I chose,
Is nothing but inconsistent starch.
Tearful, I gaze at the Umbrella man.
And he mused:"Tunde!,
The task you paid for change"
My fresh fair skin has flown,
Replaced with spots as guinea fowl
Upon my flesh the night beast fed
For in darkness, my fair body lay
In night and day, no power
For my blade to blow away the beast
Ha! Bitter tablet becomes my mint.
Again he mused:"Emeka!,
The task you paid for change"
In abundance of what we own,
I drove to fuel, and got stuck.
Early at dawn under crescent sky,
My car, the endless queue has snatched
Alas! I now seek water and grass.
My keys unlost, but horse I ride
Since I starve in what abound.
Again he said: "Danladi!,
The task you pay for change"
Poet: Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
There is an angel giving me advice,
Her advice is to listen to others,
And have a life for their sake.
What about my sake.
The devil that lives in my pills,
Says to live for my sake.
To concentrate on myself not others.
I have decided on the name for the angel.
It shall be she-demon.
The devil gives me guidance.
I later learn that once you accept outward appearance,
And accept whats on the inside,
You can have best friends.
My best friend is the Devil,
He is sometimes called an Oni/Monster.
He lives inside my head.
But I'm just glad he's not the angel.
The angel was forcing a mask on me.
She was creating me into the perfect person.
Not into the crazy me I'm meant to be.
Would you rather have the Crazed Artist or the Perfectionist?
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
ain't no apologies can ever make this right
i know a part of me is costing my sleep at night
but when i hide my face they never see me frown
and if i look away they'll never bring me down
not looking forward to it
but it's some progress i guess
not that i'm bored of this yet
but i wish that i could forget
so am i the villain in your fairy tale
not even close to winning when our mates are stale
and if i break that mask will i see through you
and if your friends were asked would they say it's true too
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
I miss the place of the rising sun;
For nothing makes my hair stand here.
No one to sing me my very ‘oriki,’
Nor the slightest ‘se dada loji?’
I miss the place of the ‘gangan’ beats;
For no meals shakes my tongue here.
No one to make me ‘efo oni kpomo’ with ‘iru,’
Nor the slightest ‘garri’ of ‘ijebu.’
I miss the place of the ‘aso ofi;’
For no clothes touches my sight here.
No one to tap me that very ‘emu oguro,’
Nor the slightest good-sauced ‘eja odo.’
For if not for the clarion call,
Oh! let ‘egbe’ come take me home,
With the real speed of ‘monomono.’
Oluwatmilehin Adejumobi Alabi
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
I have been though the dream world. I have been though the lost of my first love. I have been though so many things, but most importantly I have been through the mansion. I went through so many time loops and I have messed up so many times. I saw all my friends die every new time loop. I try to save all my friends, yet they all end up dying. I took my chances and locked up my friends to face the best. I died in the second time loop. Everyone lost their minds but Germany lost his the most. He lost his best friend he ever had. I have seen Holy Rome again. My friends help me remember everything. I am connected to my brother, he knows me more than anyone else. Every clock broken, sent us fake memories. There is to many Oni's. I want to get out of this mansion with all my friends. Every death I see I grow more and more insane. Which is the correct time loop to set us all free. I can't smile anymore. Over and over again I tried to save them and failed. Rewind the clock to save them. When will we get out? How many time loops do I have to go through to save them all? When will this end?! Brake all the clock, use the journal, save your friends, and stay alive with each time loop. Never enter the mansion.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Uphill rolling, the headless Oni butcher
Waving his arms, and the arms of others
Carving destructive burrows below
The walls of kindgdoms past.
Those fiery shafts of thought take flight
Bowls are gathered to make an offering
The stars above seek to shed new light
Because swords will not stop the thing.
The voices convince me to stand my ground
I pray they keep me safe and sound
Tartarus lacks motivation to claim the demon
I suppose
When I talk to the face I stole a thousand years ago.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC
oni bonyou
Very Common
tenten ni kaze
yoku naru no darou
hyotto to omou
A breeze after another
Will it get better?
Possibly I think
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
Oni master os
Ple dor cam an a cresis
La dol fa rim neh
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
After Leonard wiped out half of New York's Little Italy,
the band was asked to leave the country. "Oni ne dolzhny
posylat' tak mnogo srazu. Eto obleg chayet zadachu. Vsev
Amerike udobno, bez truda."* The band broke out in an acapella
'Back in the USSR', & Leonard lit a cigar. 'Are you with the Uks?
the slight girl suddenly at his side inquired ... he heard her
voice through the ruckus. That told him she was someone
special. When the band looked around again, he was gone.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Readers scour the white pebble beach when the tide rolls in that certain way
frothy, black as calligraphy ink still drying on the page beneath the sun mid-day
collecting omens on the rocks to declare the future or omni-present fortune
heel, toe, stained with a skeptic life your sky-blue silk and black bristles
carry along over the landscape like a paintbrush, leaving a thin red line
the murky tide of fortune is high
A goat dances on its hind legs the kagura in the traditional garb of the Miko
with his foreign tongue hanging long from his foaming mouth and horned head
wildly speaking of heresies yet to come and blaspheming in manners not invented
unaccompanied, the brush approaches this desecration of all sense standing
with hobbled feet from the miles of prophesied shore that never foretold its coming
to stare it eye-to-eye, without kneeling, as soon as the demoted kami locks eyes
the dance stops, the tide itself stops and begins to roll backwards, recoiling from the land
where this thing has set foot
Clots in the thick, wooly fur of the beast form first, revealing the reversal
dry death rolls wetly backwards up the throat into a long cut,
near severance of the head, a fountain erupts from the terrain in four pillars
all flowing back into the eyes, nostrils and mouth of the goat
without revealing the terror or flailing away, she stands witness to it
stalwart with stoic determination and faith, nothing can deter her
unnatural as it may be, the loosely hanging fit of the Miko fall to the ground
a bleating animal stands on all fours, and leads her into a temple of white ash
high up in the thin air and snow of the mountains, where there is only the unwritten of the pale to behold
with only the trail of her long spindling fate behind her,
and not a natural thing occurs beyond the Kami's gate where they meet
and nothing good can happen once she was drawn to the dance
now a queen in ice, bloodless for all her love given
loveless for all her love given, godless, faithless
and alone.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 3:32 PM UTC