"peradventure" poems
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning—
Lightning—lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—
Stone of stolid Boy—
Nor a Sportsman’s Peradventure—
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit—
All my Mansion torn—
Sun—withdrawn to Recognition—
Furthest shining—done—
Yet was not the foe—of any—
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me—afraid.
Most—I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me—
Best—at Setting—as is Nature’s—
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other’s eyes.
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My fiery passion burns for the birds of the sky.
The embracement of men,
and the sensation to fly.
Together we were such happy delights,
the amalgamation of our vows never took flight.
Our servitude for our impending plight,
and thus we were left here at the shore to die.
My thoughts were for you alone, my dear.
But as time traded us off,
we could have never see things clear.
Peradventure, the moon's gaze stares coldly upon me?
Certainly it's frozen tongue has melted you away with his
natural art of feng shui?
A mindless sensation indulged with pride and hatred.
I will strike down the moon and take back what's mine,
and as I did so, it was you who told me the mountain to climb.
And I did.
For you.
There was where I met my end,
a demon manifesting causing myself to bend.
A demolition of sorts mistreated by all of it's cohorts.
I prayed to the gods to see for my redemption,
but all I saw was his deception.
Granted was to me the power of the fire that rests in many.
Pride, justice, and the right of good will be their works,
fear is uncanny.
My light will forever scorch those in darkness.
Yet in this prison I will forever be,
never touch her skin for all eternity.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
If you would allow me, I would like to invite you into a world that I'm in, and then into a world where I would like to be in. The surplus of this thing called madness has overwhelmed me so. It has etched it's presence within the peripherals of my vision and the groundings of the world around me. I'm doing my best to refrain from the usual written prolix; my most verbose dialect that seem even ambiguous to those of a higher stature. I want you all to comprehend and peradventure shed a scintilla of empathy; the bedlam that is my mind keeps attracting the mad and the sleeplessness.
The monotony of repetition and the lonely nights of nostalgia. In unison, the Asylum within the corridors of mind houses such emotional consequences and dares to formulate an ominous construct; derived by the copious amount of my many iniquities. I am never at peace.
Give me a silent "dark" that coincides a placid slumber. Let me drift within the winds of a comatose state and the ringing of the Sandman within my ear; the melodies of sleep produced by nothingness. I seek such a slumber that transcends that of delving into the subconscious of the brain, but instead the subconscious to reach inside it's own subconscious. Like a dream within dream, but with no dream.
How absurd.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
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Trust adjust her “Peradventure”—
Phantoms entered “and not you.”
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*Thee invoke Thee
The Lord God
to forge union with the Lord of Light and Darkness
Holy art Thou
The
Lord of the Universe...
the underlying emanation
animator of creation
formless, self effulgent
that i may fuse my Soul
with the Eternal Born-less One
my third eye a deafening blaze
transfixed on nuclear inner light
as my wife tries on a top at Macy's
i stand before a full length triptych mirror
entranced, scrying
staring at my reflection
an imminence white light figure
gossamer radiant expanse
emerges
and towers above my head
its feet planted
in my skull
my cranium its foot pillow
sight in its feet
my eyes its wires to the world
and the cold fields of ego
immobilized
disambiguous
thoughtless
its instrument subsumed
the voice of higher self
said unto me
*Let yourself enter the Path of Darkness
and peradventure
there shall you find the light
I am the only being in an Abyss of Darkness;
From an Abyss of Darkness came i forth
ere my birth
from the silence of a Primal Sleep*
And the voice of ages answered unto my Soul:
*I am he who formulates in Darkness
the Light that Shineth,
yet the Darkness comprehndeth it not*
as i heard my wife call out
"oh honey i like this one"
i whispered to my self
in breathlessness
*I invoke Thee,
the Terrible and Invisible God
who dwelleth in the void place of the Spirit
and in barbarous tongues of fire
i vibrated sonorous
the arcane names of The Infinite
that only initiates mouth like mad men
en-flamed
and called unto Him
make all Spirits of the firmament
and of the Ether
upon the Earth and under the Earth
on dry land and in Water,
and of Whirling Air
and of Rushing Fire
and every Spell and Scourge of God
obedient unto me*
my wife appeared
newly adorned
in a summer blouse
the color of Spanish walnut
asking hi honey
what do you think?
o yeah i nod
i love your new blouse
oh my god ,
on sale, you say
only $49. 95
such a deal.
Chinese for lunch ?
Moo goo *** pan
oh yes please
my favorite
she smiled*
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Down from ten she counted, the lass,
For me to leave straightway her place.
Peradventure she hath found another
Who in substance is far richer
Than I.
And haply he is popular
Like a popstar.
I too, perhaps, needs must go explore
Those galaxies of starry girls the more;
But love I her still.
Besides not having an astronaut's skill,
My heart never can fly.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 2:44 AM UTC
I'm tickled as I drift amidst a mist into a premonition that's just a peradventure of my mind recalling adventures back in time.. your knight in shining amour Gwenivere you were mine..our loved burned bright red ruby laced diamonds hearts entwined the essence of my sunshine, you are divine..turned off the lights found you in the dark still lost in each others arms arousal by our screams life's passion in motion king and queen the lust in our desires spawn offspring under our wings in fields of dreams..dazzled by heart shaped stars we race toward happily forever-after holding hands caught in a rapture love is blind blind folded we walk into time i am yours you are mine love is our light...caught up in you i go so foo foo when I'm in your warm ooh..even harder the effect when i feel your warm goo..deep inside you swimming in a pool of love..i exit you scream my lord showering you with blessings from above..white as snow majestic like a dove ignited with passion i didn't wear a glove...trusting you with the key to my heart trusting that no one else was thrusting you ghost moves in the park after dark..to see this of my angel i must say that day hark...hark the herald angel sings..mark your cross-hairs to my wings..shoot love down with the arrows of hates quiver the stones of strife's slings...memories lost forgotten forget me nots planted in insincere plots caught up in countless love lost as i remember the time yet still songs cry so i remember you not..goodbye grace and mercy we both got what we got..you calling my crib tripping ooh you so hot..ignoring your calls laying on the floor bleeding screaming someone call 911 I've just been shot.. +---
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
It was a long wait.
I was patient,
patient enough to
tolerate the total eagerness
for earning something
that is
by and large
to be disposed of
by many a lucky person.
Peradventure,
the long patience
determines the value
of that worthy a thing.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 12:14 PM UTC
To rove and roam across the depths of excursions bearing ingenuity
I pose here now, alert amongst the globetrotters
Where? What judgement do I have to say,
I’m just a pillager, plundering the strange earth of which I came,
Uncertain of my own actions and subsequent consequences,
Though I am certain my little milieu of great proportions
Can thrive to inconceivable measures without myself
And the reason? I’m certain there’s one,
For as much as I endeavor,
Peradventure I am weakened,
As hard and with as much force
I use, beyond quantifiable measures
Ask me now! Why I can’t say,
Though I’ll attempt, and brace dismay
I’ll strive to the utmost,
Bear the encumbrance,
Endure the gauntlet,
Even so—I can never form meaning with my words.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
*You will not see my broken tears,
Nor hear my woven cries
I will take this day and make amends.
I will call the day a new journey
And start by dawn to chase my dreams.
I will not stop when storm comes calling
I will still walk when rain starts falling
I know I have a future
Brighter and glistening,
Better by far,
I know I need to drive on
Soon and close
I will get there.*
*There is no moment that is a mistake in time's hand
There is no day that should be wasted in life's path
But peradventure you feel you were wasted
Just stand up,
Walk, run
Move still
Rise and chase your dreams,
Chase it beyond those doubts and guilts
Chase it through the darkest night
And if you ever visits miseries den,
Don't give it a pleasure to remind you of your past
Or your pains,
Your days of endless tears
Instead, shun it..... Eat it, swallow it
And plunge on
Plunge on into your dreams and achieve them
There's only one hindrance to Greatness,
And that's fear
Fear is a lover to misery*
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Counting the naked pregnant seas that I've crossed,
I see the birth of my absence being felt as a wind;
Thoughts of existing like the sun ****** my heart,
When I be gone, let me become an Icon of reckoning.
Upon the absence of my existence, let me become the air
Of all that breathes and lives in the endless ocean of life,
Build me a mountain upon which fruitful rivers shall flow;
When I be gone, let not the sweet memories of me run dry.
Standing on the hills of many waters that I've treaded,
I perceive an incomplete history without the memories of me;
Thoughts of the earth never having enough of me ticks,
When I be gone, let me be the Guardian of the earth.
On the parting presence of my running breath,
Let my exploits be the reason to embrace living;
Engrave my impacts on the sweat of the helpless,
When I be gone, let me become the Hope of the hopeless.
If peradventure the breath of my existence cease to breathe
And my reason for living be not lived to her expected taste,
Let the future generation live to live the shadow of my life;
When I be gone, plant my name as the historic seed of history.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
ANGEL BY THE RIVER BANK.
I saw the ancient winged one
Descending from the clouds
With his horn-like trumpet in his hand.
His sword sheathed in the
girdle around his waist.
He stood there within
the clouds as if by the river bank
looking down and watching.
As he stood majestically
in silence with solemn
calmness watching the world go by,
observing our acts,
and our follies.
Oh how I wish mankind
would change before
the trumpet sounds.
Opportunity is given
to remedy our lives
before he strikes out in anger
to our destructive ways.
Peradventure our
inward change genuinely
comes from within,
Our mind renewed,
Our relationship with
all creation improved,
Our downward living upgraded,
Our evil ways changed.
Maybe he will have pity
and show mercy.
Maybe he will forgive.
Maybe the ancient one
will turn away so that
our land will be blessed
and the people save from
the calamity about to befall them.
If our people only knew
what will soon happen.
Oh ancient one forgive our ignorance,
Forgive our unknowing i beg of you.
Plead on our behalf,
have mercy ancient one.
Don't judge my people out of anger.
Bring us out of this dilemma.
With your loving-kindness save us.
Help us out of this predicament lest
we be destroyed.
Have mercy on your children.
Even our Elders have fallen away,
and your children
scattered in disarray.
Don't forsake us.
Show us a new way.
Guide us to the path of
righteousness that we may live.
©®2017. Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Help me ask Santa
Will he come
If the snowflakes are ninety nine
Peradventure eighty
Will he still come
Say the flakes become seventy
Will we see him
Peradventure fifty
Will he consider
What of forty
Will the reindeers move
If they are thirty
Is he coming
If the ice count twenty
Should we expect him
Peradventure ten
Is this too small
If they reduce to five
Will he want to move
If there remain no flake
Will we get our gifts?
The globe is warming
The world is changing
Santa's gift hanging
And life is dying
The sun is in the flake's den
And the battle is gruesome
The hail is losing blood and feeling the heat
The ice on the berg runs into the blue
And the dolphins are bolting out of it
The plea of life beckons wild
For a speedy slow down
And a timely move
Away from winter's space
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
Nothing spoiled,
he said smiling.
So far so good,
you think
and relax.
But the mess
cannot still be
cleaned up.
He is a dangerous
reminder of
that bad day
long gone.
That day
death visited,
your life hung
on a thread,
and you
narrowly escaped.
Still smells
like a rotten egg.
Can't be erased
so easily.
Can we get
pass this,
yeah right,
we can.
A habitual
offender
cannot repent.
Pathological
lair he is,
peradventure
he is not.
What is the
point of confession
when one
cannot truly repent.
Be cautious
with that two
edged knife,
you can still
bleed so bad,
that same knife
can still
cut you deep,
be careful.
Don't be naked,
with that one
who have
hurt you,
he knows the
way to your heart.
He's like a
poison hidden within
the nails.
And like the one
gazing at the
finger pointing
to the moon,
without looking up,
he misses the
heavenly glory.
Listen to what
he said and
to what he
is not saying.
It is okay to
protect the
heart in love.
The second
bite can
be devastatingly
destructive.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency
Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?
Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?
Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...
Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 7:41 PM UTC
How disarming it is
to see someone smiling
as they walk alone
-cj
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC