"recap" poems
Softball game recap:
We went down swinging...
unfortunately,
only figuratively...
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Venus sighs.
a camera on your own life
a camera in every room
following your daily routines
from dus(t) until Dawn
your apps have cameras
so you can update your day
like you update your software;
you update your Instagram
The noose tightens.
reality Game
no escape from the fly eggs
grubs in your routine
stitches on your day
you can’t look away or put it down
bombardment;
the reality game show re-union special
happens every time you look down
old reality recap episodes on loop in your head,
etc., etc.
Venus died
and you didn't even tweet about it.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Prologue: People have their own sneezes and that is surely fine, but you need these top-notch instructions for a faultless sneeze. I will instruct you on the fine art of how to make everyone in the room feel badly for not saying "Bless you!" You will find the results of your new sneeze to be utterly awesome. People will enjoy hearing you sneeze and wonder how you perfected such a basic human function. You will love your "after" sneeze and wonder how you could ever live with your "before" sneeze. Be an "after" and stay an "after!"
STEP 1: Start by breathing heavily. Gasp for air, inhale deeply. Don't make your peers think you are merely snorfling. Don't make them think you're some kind of schmuck. You want to sneeze like royalty. Take in that breath and inhale proudly.
STEP 2: Rise a little, maybe even stand up, to open up the lungs.
STEP 3: Let it loose, make it loud and sneeze with gusto. Make your sneeze noticeable to otherwise oblivious teachers who only notice wrong answers and very obvious text messaging during class time. Make your sneeze a TRUE distraction.
STEP 4 : Before anyone says a thing, bless yourself as if no one is there, as if you were in your room all alone int he dark of the shadows where the sound of the bed creaking scares you half to death. Where the thing under your bed says means things to you while you try to drift off to sleep--where loneliness and death meet and...sorry. I got carried away. To recap step four, talk to yourself. Refer to suggestions below*.
STEP 5: If no one speaks, begin to cry. Moan and wail. Wonder aloud why no one takes the moment to wish you well in your time of need.
IN CONCLUSION: If none of this works to gain you attention, the blow me down and call me Sally. It's time to choose new classmates. By golly, they must be the most putrid thing any baby spit up if they don't' stop for a second and wish you a very bless-ed life from here on out.
*SUGGESTIONS BELOW:
"Achoo! Excuse me, bless me."
"Hachoooo! Gesundheit."
"Achew! Bless my soul."
Warning: Sneezes have been known to spread disease. Sneeze responsibly!
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
Now there he is, dying
In old age he suffers
from liver damage he dies
Though he suffers
He smiles.
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
This is the night she dies
He cries
She smiles
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a day
The day of their anniversary
It was there last
Though he know
He smiles
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
The night his son
Had a son
He is very happy
He smiles
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There was once a day
The day of a wedding
The wedding of his child
He smiles
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
The night his son
Goes to college
He is sad
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a day
The day his son
Have gone to school
He is proud
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
A Night like no other
The birth of his son
He smiles
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a day
They knew
He is a father
He have a son
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
A sad night
They fought
A misunderstanding
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a day
The best of his days
The day of their wedding
He is very joyful
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a night
The night he proposed
She said yes
He remembers
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There once a day
The day they met
She was beautiful
She still is
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
There are more memories
He could not remember
But in his heart
It stays forever
His quiet thoughts
He thinks
He remembers
He smiles
He dies in peace
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
Paul, he likes his lighters and his spoon
“Taste that kerosene.” he offers
‘Nah, I’m cool.’
There are people running naked in the street
This one girl, she slipped
Her blood becoming a perfect illustration of a fractal as it mixed with the rain water
Snaking through the leaves
Trickling to the gutter
On its way to the sea
Lucky blood
I wish it was me
I hold the syringe up to the light
Double checking I got it right
And I wonder, in this moment, what you would think of me?
“So then” Paul slides down the wall to the floor
Legs spread in a V, he winks at me
Like a drunken ********** offering more
“What’s your poison?”
****** But don’t get excited Paul, that’s not what I’m here for.’
I expose his skin, and let the needle sink in
“You used to be such a good girl. Goody goody.”
He laughs from his spot on the floor
“Goody; such a weird word. But that’s what you were.”
I recap the needle, carefully now
"What happened to you, Goody? What?” He twitches and slides down more
‘The hospital would be more suited for you, ya know.'
I pack up his insulin, store it back in the fridge.
‘Okay Paul. I’ll be back in the morning. Try not to OD again.’
“Goody Goody.” He laughs up at me from his spot on the floor.
“Goody Goody, that’s what you were.”
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
Would you rather be the sun or the moon? Before you answer, let's recap what they do. It's been said that "with great power comes great responsibility." This just so happens to describe the sun perfectly. It provides plants and people with life and energy. But too much can make your savior your enemy. The moon is a security guard. It keeps things running, and it can be dangerous to people who work on the water if it's not out, but it can relax and enjoy when people say "it's stunning." In the end, I guess the question is, do you want to be admired for your power or your beauty?
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 8:55 PM UTC
It was past 10 pm
Indian Standard Time
And the score was
Two O Five
Klusener was the launcher
Donald was the Duck
Hansie had the fancy
That he will lift the cup
Seconds ticking
One, two, three, four, five…
Damien Fleming’s the bowler
And he’s known as a troller
Windies was the victim
Eight years ago
Steve Waugh!
The man who made Gibbs drop the cup
Stood there
Like a commander
Klusener like a slaughterer
Yorker’s the marker
To stop the nine runs needed
From the Klusener blade
NOW THE LAST OVER
ONE went for a four
TWO went for a four
Tensions flared up
We are on the proverbial Edge-of-the-seat
Steve stood there
No expression on his face
Hansie's in the pavilion
Like a warrior king
THE THIRD BALL
Damien's running like he do
Yes, bang on target
Klusener's couldn't get it off
Like the way in his earlier knocks off
One run needed in three
Just a recap again
Final over
last pair together
nine to get in six *****
player of the tournament on strike
Successive fours from Lance Klusener
and it was one from four *****
Then came the comedy
for South Africa uniquely in the game's annals
the tragedy of a tie.
Moments before it
Steve Waugh was
As cold as an Iceberg
To the Titanic of South Africa
(To be continued in next part)
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
hey baby I know you're asleep
but I'll whisper all my secrets away
and hope you'll remember
only so you will love me more each day
goodmorning beautiful I know you're asleep
but I had a dream about our forever, last night
and when you awake I'll recap every piece
only to have your warm embrace for the rest of my mornings
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 7:06 AM UTC
Register recap,
All perfect plans, in theory,
Hey! Put that kid down!
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I'm leaning on a crutch
to help me stay tall.
Slender, tall mind
Short, fat heart.
Eyelids: much like the mind
(a projector screen for my dreams)
When I speak,
I read the scripts of the movies;
whatever movies I've been watching.
Subconsciously, all conversation is a mere recap,
a synopsis of the film I watched the night before.
A real spoiler to the listener. I'm a movie ruiner.
I'm the only one who sees the works that I spoil.
Thank god for that.
Disclaimer: I just spoiled a movie for you.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
When you sharply stare at nothing but midair
Unseeing into the particles of space,
When you let your thoughts drizzle down upon you
In spite of the mess that you are a part of,
When you recap your life till yesterday
Those haunting memories you keep thinking of,
Smiling at some, skipping the ghostly ones
Moving restlessly and touching yourself;
These five seconds of blankness
When you stare at nothing but midair
Can either build you up stronger than before
Or tragically destroy all that you are
You know the odds, you know how to win over your thoughts
But you play with the loudest of your emotions anyway.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
When you’re off the shore there is an empty recap,
The mind who fell from the moon
And thoughts that struck the deepest of the depths
With memories and stories and a whole lot of emotions
Streams a new location for this resonating soul.
When the rooms get smaller and the boundaries –
Make no sense, there is the field you spoke about
We can go back, sip some tea and talk endless
Till the morning breeze kisses the red spot of your sky.
We were total strangers until the first lazy scribbles
But you spoke of bamboos and the music that flowed
With similarities and glee coupled with few lines of poetry
That you made me realize, life is worth living.
I know your son, your mom, your wife, your dad
I know your little girlfriend and your dear little diary
And I know the person who is ageless and nameless,
I know my friend, you are someone unusual.
When it rains, I know you’re coming to talk about-
Ganges, journeys and cravings and feel so excited
When you get the touch, that somebody is there
Destined to share the same feeling and the exact thrill
Of every moment and cherish memories.
Let us go back to the days- you the song and I the poet
And our days that we never shared
But we will someday meet at your ranch
Talk endless without the distress of judgement
And walk a little longer and paint red, red and white,
You can drive me home and I can drive you to endless letters.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Yes, I still feel her breath against
My ear, as asleep as my
Arm that I
Will not need to move until she
Turns in a dream,
And I sink into my own.
Never again will that passing
Train throw
Blue light shadows on the
Ceiling above
My head where her smoke
Detector
Blinks its little, red light of
Reassurance.
Whiffs of lilac as I cross the
Street to her place
Where she is waiting.
All yesterdays, now.
The right songs still summon
Recap videos of our year-and-a-
Half in
Love behind my eyes.
Not choosing suffering,
I curl up underneath a warm
Blanket of what
Was; what can never
Truly be taken
Away.
And rest.
Sometimes something flowers
With such
Grace that its passing away
Simply cannot unfold as
Any less graceful.
Ghandi shot in the chest, meeting
The Void whispering:
Ram, Ram, God's
Name, as if saying: "I'm coming,
Look, ma': No hands!"
No attachments.
Lovers no more, friends for life,
Once sharers of
Intimacy and
Laughter, tears and everyday
Moments; little
Grains of gold.
Our own buried treasure
Where ex marks the spot, and the
Map is riding on
Kisses blowing with the
Scent of lilac and the sound of
Magpies chattering against
Trains as if saying: "Just try, I'll
Take ya!"
Our attitude
In the nutshell they
Peck at with hungry
Beaks, leaving little traces like
Runes in powder snow.
To be nothing but grateful, even
For the days that could have been
Better. To miss her with a
Warm heart, content.
Wish her more happiness and
Security than I did even on
The days of
Our most intense affections.
Parting is part of Life, and
I'll remain at peace with
The parts both
Before and
After, until
My arm is
Forever asleep with the
Rest of me, resting.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
create a golden route for a poet like me,
let the embodiment of song carved itself
in the palms of the world beyond till lyrics
of faith light to ease the thought of my mind.
If you die before me, tell papa not to cry.
the shrine he left in my hand is still well
planted in the imaginations of his generations.
tell Fela &Giwa that Nigeria is no better,
tell Chinua Achebe that the water in our
throat cries of dry ground they stepped on.
we may not be a better cinematographer
capturing the deeds of this land but your
still photos can crop some timelines to go
with you till I come along to join your trail.
if you die before me, send a word across.
let me know the existence of heaven & hell
if Shakespeare & Okigbo & Buchi are there
so I can change course to path my emotion,
the artistic photography of the tales of hell
are the codeine conscience of anxiety in us.
we die before the masquerade halt in the air.
Husky tears would I drop on your grave
to be taken to Mandela & Luther King.
there are roses I will take from the clay ***
Of my father to your graveyard to give to Ify
my hearted lover in the morning of miracles.
if you die before me, this tattered call would
I make to our ancestors for a perfect survival.
this land is a disco dance hall you must tell
Yar'du of Fate & tears crossing our eyes
in a patterned way to be christened life's joy.
this land is a feminist like Chimamanda A.N,
this country is a pun star you must tell Ken.
tell my cousin Ezekiel to wait for me longer,
I am coming. to join him in benedicted rein of
our country.
If you die before me, I'll be on your graveyard
for a life time cracking up the foundation of
the world to find death. I will ask him if the
other phase is better than here before coming.
suffering is not meant to be dreamed twice,
Two week-ed weaknesses are the wink wires
connecting our lives in a radioed embryo .
this is my recap
a captured scene
Let's bake life and dreams
till death call us all to himself
then the world becomes empty
love finds love mingling in hands...
die before me & be my eyes beyond.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I read my favourite graphic novel and I see
I need more breath between the panels
The images come too quickly
They combine with the dialogue to overwhelm me
and my ability to process, to ingest
the action and our conversation
Can you afford me more breathing space,
more margin in my morning kitchen shuffle,
can you allow me the time,
maybe as much as the day after the night before
to properly process without the stress
of having to readily express a miserable conjecture
of what I’m feeling, what I'm missing
Then I can signpost where I'm heading
I can pause and recap, provide an opening to map
where my story is going
and then perhaps I can take us with me.
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 12:33 PM UTC
I met the love of my life.
The man I've been looking all my life;
He's my Autumn, my favorite season, my comfort;
Something that I would not trade for anything.
The man that makes me believe that love could be this magical,
The man that makes me believe that the one really do exists,
The man that makes me feel like a little girl who fall in love for the first time,
The man that makes me fall head over heels, all over again, everyday.
He shows me that to love someone is not to hurt myself.
I'm the happiest when I'm with him.
He helps me to love myself better, he helps to believe in myself.
He's not only my love,
but he's also my best friend.
The one that I always want to talk to,
The one that I always want to be with,
even when I don't have anything to talk about.
He's everything I could ask for,
the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
*He shows me that I could fall this hard,
and love this deep.*
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
You've made it to a safe spot in life.
Great job keep it up.
This right here is the calm before the storm.
The eye of the hurricane.
The only safe spot.
The only place to recap.
Tomorrow will be 30 times harder.
the day after will be 60 times.
So now you have only two choices:
try to run away with fear,
or run head first striking fear.
You don't need a plan,
but there is one thing you NEED to remember.
there is NO turning back once you jump in.
Once you light one fuse, they all go off.
So walk, run, jump, clime, and crawl your way through.
Make allies and make enemies.
I'll see you on the other side for the next battle.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
the cigarette in my hand shook
with tremors and my tears dripped
onto the concrete when i told her
what happened in that bed
blood soaked and no longer white
see i can tell you the when
and the where and discuss the why
but i'd never told anyone how
it all felt in the play by play recap
of the worst night of my life
and she held my hand as i
held myself together as best as
i could and held the lighter to the
next cigarette because chain smoking
is what i do best on nights like this night
and afterwards she helped pick up
all of the little pieces of me scattered
with the ashes on the floor
and she told me she loved me because
that is what being my best friend looks like
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
As the month of February draws to a close,
I look back on how dismal a month it's been for me.
Now, February is typically my least favorite month of the year,
Meteorologically speaking,
But personal problems almost always find a way
To add insult to injury during this
Stunted funked up month.
The perpetual cloud cover matches
My mind,
As the pleasant and unpleasant coil,
Intertwined.
The inquisitive, favorable nature I bear
Seems to pack up and vanish as if into thin air.
Let's recap.
Let's not.
Well then.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
"Choose your battles wisely"
That's what every they say repeatedly
Could never naysay exclusively
But could say it absolutely might turn gale force to breezy
It would earn a win column that's mostly empty,
Some much needed tally marks in a hurry, though not in a flurry
Admittedly, that's not necessarily necessary nor would it come anywhere near a reality
Because honestly, even a visionary wouldn't be able to foresee a victory
It's looking to be mostly negativity
As far as the third eye can see
So the convoluted parlor tricks hit particularly sloppy
A complete absence of accuracy
The glass crystal ball looking back blindly
Really, all that's needed is to recap some history
Finding quickly,
A guess holds the same weight as that forgery
More importantly
Pay attention,
Who holds the pen
And
Who writes the story
©2024
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 10:09 AM UTC
Humans have long trespassed and
destroyed animal territories.
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats,
felling trees to build human habitations.
Now the tables were turned
Humans quarantined in house arrest,
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen had a fields day roaming upon roads, crossing the streets. Reclaiming the once jungle lands
turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution, nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars
instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure.
Animals were shut in cages
while now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay
for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control,
like they are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
Severely ravaged but not nearly enough, plenty of time left to refill the cup
The tip of the arrow still embedded in chest
Give it time the body will digest
Reflections ripple memories with softly sung melodies
The breeze through the trees will remedy the dark disease
Broken halo held up with scotch tape and glue
Black out drunk on scotch but still remember you
In the wake of disaster children still at play
People paint their souls with every word they say
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
Her psychic readings are conducive to astronomy. The feeling warps the time. The space within it. The hours become minutes. The minutes become infinite. I am energy. I am here spiritually and mentally the fools who tried to make me forget about you offended me. Focus on two standards when assessing the threat. Number one is capacity. Number two is intent. At least for my interconnected introspective perspective the more you try. The more you won't forget it. Although I don't have all the answers I am not in the know I can only see what is above and only from below. My mind dives deep beneath it all. I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.
Let me explain what my sonar saw. A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea you save me. As the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be. Poetry reduces the stress dramatically as a result it feels like anti gravity. Thus the teleological dynamics will enhance. What does one call this genre? If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form our first born titan. My poems put me in the zone it's exciting . Humans shook because the evil came and ram-sack rooms and burned books. I advised em to hide ours in the woods. Recap the summary. Moon goddess transforms in front of me to a mermaid controlling the open sea. Back to the sky as we leave to produce more planets why? Because that's our knowledge that lies within us the infinite rhythm you predicted this vision I painted the picture as hieroglyphics inside the walls of pyramids.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
I can't tell where the sound of my lungs end and my heartbeat starts.
They blur together similarly to how his body and mine are entangled under the layers of blankets. From another perspective, no one knows who is who and what is what.
My lungs are so disappointed in me. I breathe in nicotine more often than I should.
I've poisoned my veins and liver with cheap *****
My eyes have grown sullen and heavy. Dark bags have found refuge under my tearducts.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
It's just 3 short of 12
And the death knell is no more.
The grave is clear now
Soon building where light takes its place.
As we recall our memory,
Almost as if, it were yesterday.
When in the blink of an eye,
Existed the flames and fire of horror.
Seeing those in air, falling
And bouncing back up to heaven
Or going straight through
Because of the evil they held.
Sorrow influence millions
While others far away cheered
The cloud covers that
Horrible image of what stood no more.
Those who caused this
As well the others who harbored it
Have payed dearly
And lost their prideful foothold
Yet there is more
That which we are moving on to.
Perhaps just to prevent
Another day of infamy elsewhere.
We will never forget
And the death knell is no more.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC