"propitiate" poems
The divine walkway
To the river-side
Has began to warp in
Singing and whooping with love,
But I was in the palace
To witness the examination,
See how the evening sky
Has suffered with crimson
And delight, awaiting
The gorgeous joy of the dawn,
How can the nations
Begin this monthly journey
With a broken arm?
The old gossip proclaimed that
Mother Africa caused the
*** to burst into loud wails
Early on that faithful morning,
Whiles the companions took
No pain to grace the occasion,
Oh gosh, is that the time?
Is that an absolute
Gospel of the gory spectacle?
Indeed, we need to offer
Sacrifices of praise
To propitiate the gods,
Let the gracious protocol begin!
Mothers, please cover
That beautiful black skin
With that sunblock sheabutter cream,
And cover that gracious hips
With that piece of kente cloth,
My dear, please
Taste the sacred food
And swallow the egg also,
For sitting on a golden stool
Which stands on a precious mat,
Has become good news for the ancestors,
Now perceive this,
When the moonlight slipped
Past the curled edges
Of the shades of nature, and
The children faces gleamed,
I knew I had
Fallen victim to the sensual
Lures and snares of the
Twin towers protruding
From your glorious chest,
You have indeed kindled
The eternal flame within me,
My black eternal beauty,
You are truly
A fine African woman.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
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Because He loves Her
We will pry and see if she is fair
What difference is on her Face
From Features others wear.
It will not harm her magic pace
That we so far behind—
Her Distances propitiate
As Forests touch the Wind
Not hoping for his notice vast
But nearer to adore
’Tis Glory’s far sufficiency
That makes our trying poor.
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Not any higher stands the Grave
For Heroes than for Men—
Not any nearer for the Child
Than numb Three Score and Ten—
This latest Leisure equal lulls
The Beggar and his Queen
Propitiate this Democrat
A Summer’s Afternoon—
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Oh my life give me a way
Wander for gratification in sun's ray
Waddle adrift,but never thought
My seclusion and silence be got fray
Completely deluded by the world
Pleasure,luxury,leisure all nod nay
hurriedly come,my final day!
How propitiate GOD by timeless pray.
Inculcate goodness & need wickedness to slay .
Reverence mentor,patents,elders & must to obey
With their emotions neither delay nor play.
Submission to GOD & mould life right from today
By shaffu@
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:28 AM UTC
How to propitiate destiny?
Turn your face towards God.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Release me, Refuse me...
Throw me away to pick me up.
Only to Reduce me and Reuse me.
Love mutation, thus became my fixation narration,
Our intimate negation became the act of smug suffocation-
Asphyxiation definition, to produce asphyxia;
Amuse me.
Your muse, I only tease you,
I will keep but never please or appease you.
Satin skin to satisfy, I will not relieve you.
Reconcile, pacify, mollify, propitiate,
Satisfy, indulge, gratify, conciliate,
Synonyms for your pleasure are antonyms for mine-
The socio versus the ****** without emotion I will win you every time.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
A forced, facsimiled smile
crept upon my weary face
to help construct the wall between us
although its design is in poor taste.
It’s as if mankind colluded
albeit leaving out few and far between
to create a solipsistic kingdom ruled by masks
while truth lay dormant in the unseen.
Should I shatter the aporia
That occludes our interaction
Or propitiate the insipid bond we share
to neither of our satisfaction?
**** I need some coffee.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
mirage of bogus camaraderie
the chuckle of doppelgänger without a brain
as putrid pond in rancid rockery
shimmering shallow and inane
ad-lib cracks of demagogue
as soporific croaks of puffed-up frog
cheered on by gnomes struck deaf 'n dumb
stuck to rock with chewing-gum
seeking to propitiate hectoring masses
with bevy o' platitudes like banal molasses
dripping treacle-like, with facile devotion
as petroleum leaks on rotting ocean
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 4:02 AM UTC
Going within to feel
the war moves.The pagan
gods have come out
on parole.
Was it an esoteric event
to propitiate a violative
divinity? From crude to soft
affirmative nod, I am going to-
see the game of chairs.
Between sin and virtue,
wrong and right, nonage
always jumps into.Too proud to accept
the defeat.First the annihilation
and then the fathering.
This genesis had no design
no vision.A miraculous journey
downhill.The dawn is still
faraway.Nightlong agony
will continue.
Unclenched I hold the pen
to say nothing.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC