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Seye Kuyinu Jun 2014
They warned me often about my lavish spendings
and reckless lifestyle.
They warned me with heavy words like

poverty,
sleep,
children,
future,
hunger.


But I would not listen.
So they gathered and talked amongst themselves.
Planned for the day I would come late,
Asked that I followed them to get some latte
Then we parked at the place of initiation.

Women talking in languages other than my fluent tongue,
Smokes and fires! Firewood and charcoal!





Three days later, I'm driving to Aromire Road
For my steady diet of akara* and bread.

"Oh Seye, you now eat 'bean cakes'?"
*akara: nigerian local food made with blended beans
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if *** were lacking, or if the moisture of the
   right man were lacking.

*** contains all, bodies, souls,
Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal
   milk,
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,
   beauties, delights of the earth,
All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,
These are contain’d in *** as parts of itself and justifications of
   itself.

Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of
   his ***,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.

Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that
   are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of
   those women.

They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,
   retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right- they are calm, clear, well-
   possess’d of themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for
   others’ sakes,
Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women, I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I
   press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated
   within me.

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,
In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,
The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls,
   new artists, musicians, and singers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,
I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you
   inter-penetrate now,
I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I
   count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,
   immortality, I plant so lovingly now.
Francie Lynch Dec 2017
I'm a young man in the spring,
Looking forward to anything...everything;
Undaunted in the offerings.
Nothing's too demanding,
What's out of reach is possible:
If I lift my arms I can fly,
Open my mouth I sing,
Close my eyes, I paint;
Reach out and envelope
What others too soon reject.
It's the spring of my year,
And summer's coming on.

I'm a thirty-something in summer.
Disappointments and expectations abound
Under a cloud-split sunny sky.
I can flap my arms, looking chicken-like,
I'm asked not to sing so loud,
I close my eyes, one at a time,
To read the chart.
My arms are getting full,
But I have room for more.

Autumn comes on my heels.
It's a time for preparation.
Savings, spendings, give-aways
Fill forty years of duty.
Taxes, mortgages, tuition,
Weddings, christenings,
Hellos and goodbyes to the loved.
Winter is coming in off the lake.

Today coincides with the solstice;
The least amount of light,
I can feel it now.
I close my eyes to nap,
I am grounded, well-grounded,
I accompany the singers with a uke,
And lip sync.
I hear every note.
I'm skating again at the arena,
Sugar Shack is playing.
Arcassin B Oct 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I was thinking about some things,
I don't ever watch t.v.
in this life things are too fake to even comprehend,
Life has never been so short,
Savings for some current spendings,
With less earnings I just don't want to pretend,

I was,
Coming,
To terms,
With,
With my,
With myself,
Cause I don't wanna be just a number,
Need more,
More,
Than,
Than what I was intended,
I Do not want no one to choose my exit.
©abpoetry2017

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/10/recent-events.html
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
The Thousandth Man.
By Rudyard Kipling.
My favourite poem.
~~~~
One man in a thousand , Solomon says ,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it’s worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other .
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you.
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.

‘Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for ‘ee
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em go
By your looks ,or your acts ,or your glory .
But if he finds you and you find him.
The rest of the world don’t matter ;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings.
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he’s worth ‘em all
Because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong’s your wrong and his right’s your right .
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men’s sight-
With that for your only reason  !
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can’t bide
The shame or the mocking or laughter.
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side.
To the gallows -foot and after !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Rudyard Kipling.

Posted by Philip.
December 5th 2018.

In my opinion the best poem ever written
And one that I have tried to live by for the last twenty five years.
A favourite poem of mine.
OnwardFlame May 2019
So thats that I guess.

I broke out into a sweat
The moment I realized it was you
On the other end of the telephone
On the other end of the teloo
Phone.

I tumbled down into
My own rabbit hole
My hands reached out for the past
It has so often had my back
I saw a flurry of daggers, of knives
There is never a guarantee.

I drink red wine again
Its taken me so long to get to here.

He said
You're on land and I'm on sea
I asked if maybe it was the reverse
I think we both know the answer.

I had to release myself into the night
Not quite ready for the hands of a new man
I proceed with a serious caution
Particularly as you open the door
As I opened the door.

Sometimes I wonder if you ever cried about me.

I had a moment where it occurred to me
I thought something is in the water
My past is reaching and reaching
And it is ultimately because of me.

My mind feels so awake
And I wish I was someone who could
Go to bed early
And carry around less worries
I wish that in order
To live a big busy life
I didn't have to disappoint someone or something
Along the way of the maze.

I said write to me
Like one of us was lost at sea
And I'm here on land
Looking through my telescope
Hoping to spot you
Spot you in your mighty ship
The ship I always hoped would best equip you
Like a lone ranger
I could portray, paint
Vividly
Wildly
And with an acute sense of style
Create a whole scenario
Where you existed entirely on this ship
Sailing towards and away
From me on grounded
Land.

I first stepped carefully into the water
From your boat you urged me on
I became more comfortable with the wetness
Before I knew it my whole body
Immersed in the liquid of the pond
I would first write about
And portray with my words
To you and for you
To try and make you better understand
The first act
Of your quiet, thoughtless
Mistreatment.

It wasn't enough for me yet though
I'd already gotten so wet
So smooth with the water
You had promised was good to drink
And so I, body, limbs
Fully slept under the water of your sweet spells
With humble bare minimums
And a chunk of change in my pocket
Reminding of the sweet emotional
Spendings I was spending
And spending on you
And your halfway
Love.

I said today on the tele
Phone
That I know now it was never me
As we acknowledged our insatiable taste
That I don't know will ever go away
For one another's skin
One another's approval
One another's losses.

Its been sad, really very sad
To give you up sweet Alex
I never liked the way you looked exiting
From my heart
My head
My balanced eyes
And bed.

But so you went
Or really
So I went
In the end.

Be well.
You know.
You just know.

— The End —