"restated" poems
The words echo in my mind
read a hundred times
Over and over
every parallel burdens me.
I was once captivated by your words,
the uniqueness in your voice
somberly I feel the despair in pressing
every
word
to my lips
I foolishly thought my self a rose,
but only a daisy
in a field
I am.
Cherishing moments of repetition,
Deliberately restated without hesitation.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
My limbs are gushing while I walk
down towards the seaside pier,
these endings and these beginnings
ascending again into mere cycles,
the rising and falling chest,
beating heart,
transcending
I walk
hand in hand with you, restated love,
the new and the old clothes we wear
wrapped around our breathless poses
our heads filled with thoughts
of rose ridden gardens, and of course
children dancing, playing games between
our spacious Pohutakawa branches
where you first taught me about romantics
without that rudimentary triteness
and you sitting, coffee in hand at the picnic table
swearing revolution is never possible
to I dancing, remarking
“you are such the cynic”
before grabbing you and twirling you
faster than the earth rotates
As we drift closer to the sea
the inconstant wind winds the clock to 10pm,
the minutes restoring those now withered days
of woollen coats, new music and Dunedin
I would stand behind you while you played the flute
thinking of that time
where we played in the rhododendrons
till dark; folding time folding into
my arms, the sky white and blue
juxtaposed against the trees
darkened spikes explore the sea
what was it? me, me, me,
of course, I see
and I
remember the melody
(lets go under the covers
we can play games in the dark
we could even try adding to
those stars on your ceiling)
so now, again, for a moment, we reappear
in this hour, this walk, this air
stilted, shaking
we resurface,
and soak in the watery soils of previous deluges
become something overwhelming,
something insoluble
here we are, on the Pier
at noon, dazed, defused
by a familiar grip on the fingers
index snug between the ring
“take me to the end”
“but darling,
we are going further than that”
before we jump
we tie our balloon to the pole
and promise to return, on horses
painted silver and brass
Hey, nice to see you here
come with me
lets watch the sunrise
from the beach,
I think I sense a revolution stirring
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
As the vivacity of entourage seeks to proceed
For the rivalry of no lead;
As it cleaves through the restated deeds,
And then, the attributes come to hold no chore.
As the dusk flees over the sediment and
Over to the sheets that cloister not,
The promise of another wallop seems obsolete,
Because it clings to a phase of no strike.
Once a thread back than, goes for the thrice,
And solely rebels;
If the desultory crowd lies between the creaks,
And If not,
A breath still teases for too much.
And as the rivalry becomes the leading act,
the day is made of the weavers,
and the night after that,
Seems to simply appear.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
you can hold my heart and feel its rain
and pretend my dreams don't scare
sleep away, but
be found, be
now where I need you if
anything at all builds
us up like a wall, keeps
me around, dusty brick
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
In other to have order
restored by the power
that be,
the elites must have a
message to harness
the rule of law to affect
the public and protect
the people they govern.
Restructuring is a
prerequisite for a
time such as this.
The states must be given
more power to handle affairs
of the people.
True federalism is to put up
a structure for the sake of
posterity and the benefits that
comes out of it for the
people involved.
As simple as it is,
we as a people must be
ready to confront all the
rigours of austerity of which
some amount of sacrifices
are expected regardless of the
outcome and results from our
collective decisions.
Restructuring is a must for proper performance and perfection for
a magnificent and excellently
successful unified progress.
Balance must be restated and restored.
A valued economic recovery and growth
is expected to reach its peak at the end.
Our lives as a people must be valued for all this to work and marvelously manifest itself.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
wuthering anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye
morose, i have a sympathetic chord
unstable, barely perceptible fissure,
lost in sullen waters.
conduct me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress.
somber, ebon blackness.
a tattered atmosphere of sorrow
pervaded all
cadaverous and pallid
unusual moral energy, not easily forgotten.
silken incoherence reminisces from a hollow self.
a family evil, a nervous affection
tortured by the grim phantasm, FEAR.
mental condition conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be restated
a bitterness which i can never forget
a settled apathy
a gradual wasting away of the person
alleviated the melancholy, as if in a dream.
the recesses of spirit
poured fourth upon all objects of the universe.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
I said convince me you love me, and you say keep this only in the mind
But you forgot that I wanted something concrete, written, and left for all to find
I said convince me you love me, and you say here is a page I filled out
But I thought you would prove more devout
I said convince me you love me, and you say here are the words you requested it’s finished
But you let typos into your letter and fill it
I said convince me you love me, and you say clichés are to be condemned
But cliches are only cliches if you care to say them
I said convince me you love me, and you say words restated depreciate
But words never said leave me with nothing to appreciate
I said convince me you love me, and you say here is an idiom I don’t think you’ll get
But you weren’t supposed to make me upset
I said convince me you love me, and you say thanks
But you should have said I love you, you shouldn't have left any blanks
I said convince me you love me, and you tell me your words have been chosen carefully, casually, and with the intention of being a fleeting moment of the present
But I did not feel that
I said convince me you love me,
But I am unconvinced
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
Tuning letters like strings
the words are reformed
The rhyme and the meter
the rhythm reborn
Each vowel and each consonant
together in line
No commas or periods
to block or confine
The meaning inherent
and left unexplained
restated once over
a blinding refrain
To put in the file
the future in bold
the verses in couplets
—the reading on hold
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 11:27 AM UTC
We touched each other's faces with a loving touch.
Gazing into each other's eyes, I could sense our souls start to connect. A hunger for each other's bodies started overwhelming our senses.. we clenched our appites through deep and long lasting movements.
Holding her hips, we kissed deeply. Tasting our desires..I started to rub your back and strong shoulders.
The sound of your satisfaction fueled my need to have your body, deeply. The flames of desire grew even more intense.
The taste of the sweat on your neck and shoulders was amazing as I felt your fingers upon my back and buttox.
We made love, that night, quite deeply.
As we became one, I could read the love in our movement and the reaction of your body.
"I shall love you forever" I whispered into her ear.
We climaxed, together, as her voice restated the phrase which I proclaimed as our "forever."
Holding each other and smiling...looking into each other's eyes...softly, in synch, we exclaimed to each other ,softly ,"we are one, in love together, forever."
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Longing
For one of the only things I cannot have
Locked away from me
At least I can be
Three months sober
On March 2nd
Just give me a second
To catch my breath
And stop myself
I see the cord and lock
Thinking maybe if I took a rock
And hit it
It could break open
Unlocking the liquor
Then an image likes to flicker
Reminding me what I said
I made a promise
Not to drink
So I think
For a long time, I think
"I won't take that drink."
But then again,
Something in me,
A fiend,
Wants me not to be cleaned
Wants me to be tainted
To be painted
Like a picture
And plastered
So I argue with said fiend,
"I have been cleaned,"
I say to it,
Trying to reason,
"and I made a promise."
Then the fiend, "But miss,"
"what if t'were but a sip?"
This makes me think
Before I have time to counter,
I look in the mirror and encounter
My reflection
And in it I imagine myself
Holding a bottle
I don't want to touch the throttle
That could lead to that road
I am drowning in my own pain
I have little to nothing to gain
So I respond,
"Fiend, you beseech me;"
"think this is the opportune moment,"
"But I shall make this a restated movement."
So I take the fiend
Hold it in my grasp and stare
Down at it, in this nightmare
I ask it,
"Why, why do you care?"
It is silent,
Takes its turn to stare
And to ask me,
"Why, why do you resist,"
"when something to sooth thy pain sits there?"
I drop said fiend
Taken aback by its counter
So I sit on the bathroom counter
Then think with my eyes closed
How one such as it
Could tempt me so
Busying myself with something to sew
But I cannot be distracted for long
Not with something so strong
Whenst I was tempted last
I revisited something from my past
Let it take control
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Five and no more
Then, when I walked out that door
The tides had turned
Casting be into the waters of guilt
Causing my soul to wilt
"Fiend..."
I called
It was not appalled,
"Yes, miss? What ever plagues thee so?"
A smile upon its face
I reply,
"Old habits I thought I had buried - I tell no lie."
Then,
That little fiend replies,
"But, not the one thou yearned for not long ago."
Thoughts tell me to drop it, let it go
"Nay, not a drop has touched these lips."
The fiend laughs!
"But of course not - but blood loves to seep."
So there I weep
Fiend laughing
Winning in its own, sick and twisted ways
Eventually going to let me choose
What more do I have to lose?
- Jay M
February 26th, 2020
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
She inquired, what's on your mind?
I reply, I keep quiet.
She insist.
I restated, I stay silent.
She nudge on.
Until I replied.
Then she stated, I should have stayed quiet.
I reply, I tried.
She spoke on.
Until the conversation was gone.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC