"tabitha" poems
The day I opened a Bible was a tale of two cities,
The best and the worst of times,
I could no longer lay back and leave the sand in my hourglass,
watch the days of my life drift,
while logans lurk,
wolverine around the brook in the forest,
looking to claw the hope away,
make a ridge between the family I claimed to love.
There seems to be harmony in passions,
But not even Timmy knows which spell Tabitha will cast to cause more division.
The continent of the canine always barking with it's mouth open,
Feed me,
We cry,
now we are fat with corruption,
preying on the piety of poverty,
prophiting leviathans,
the cultish land with a superstition,
fearful never able to hear the mission.
We hold fast but not to the word,
starving ourselves from understanding,
traditions trump truth,
as we defecate more dangerous nonsense into our ear holes,
perhaps we're better off,
we have some peace and food,
we don't have the rat race,
maybe I've been too sheltered,
failing to truly discern the state of the land that houses me.
I couldn't even see that my house was burning but it was cool if it was watered down by a firetruck .
I used to think that every African knows Jesus. Sometimes I act like I don't.
-Kanyanta
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I turn a year old next September.
Meow, I'm getting bigger.
I think the old man is cooking something, but I can't see him.
He yelled an awful lot at the little girl before he hurried out the door.
He was in such a hurry that he forgot to leave her any money this time.
Something is definitely cooking.
It doesn't smell good.
It must be people food.
The little girl is taking a nap.
Tired thing, she couldn't even make it back to bed.
Face down on the floor, I thought she said she'd never do that?
I suppose the old man had finally convinced her to try it.
Sleep sounds really good right now.
Actually, food sounds really good right now.
Actually, scratching the **** out of some curtains sounds really good right now.
I must find some curtains, there aren't any hanging from the window.
Weren't they there just a second ago?
There's some strange light dancing where they usually would be.
There are strange lights everywhere; is it already New Year's again?
No, it couldn't be.
I turn a year old in September.
I guess I'll just scratch at the carpet a bit, and then I'll find some food.
There might be food in my bowl on the counter, right by where the old man's money would normally be.
What a weird day, even the air tastes strange.
It tastes heavy.
Maybe if the little girl forgot to feed me, I can try filling up on this black air.
Such a good girl!
She remembered to feed me, now I don't have to wake her up.
Yet!
The dancing lights look so pretty from atop the counter.
I'm reminded of looking out the window at night.
So soft . . . so warm . . . I can practically hear music.
These must be what street lights look like up close.
I wonder if any of these lights are a moon?
I hope so, I really like moons.
The little girl always sings a nursery rhyme with a cat, a fiddle and a moon.
I wonder what a fiddle is; maybe I should get one?
Maybe the little girl will get me one for my birthday.
I turn a year old in September, I met the little girl when I was just a week old.
She said I looked cute and innocent, and I had a long life ahead of me.
She said she would make sure I had a better life than her.
Meow, that's really sad.
I would go cheer her up, but it's so warm and I'm getting really sleepy.
Maybe I'll just wait by her until she wakes up.
What a mess!
She must have spilled some of that "wine" stuff on the floor.
Poor dear, she's face down in a pool of the stuff.
I hope she gets a chance to see all the pretty lights.
I lick her cheek before I make my climb and curl up on her back.
She's a really nice girl.
I like her.
She named me Tabitha.
Silly little girl, I'm not a tabby cat.
I have all white fur.
At least, I did.
There are some black spots in my coat meow.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
A ring of futility
The patience game is not for the faint heart
Watching them tear your confidence apart,
Pulling the flesh from your backbone
Creaks give way to breaking
Shattering of nerves
Plucking away the feathers of hope
Bare naked and goosepimpled
The carvery lays waiting
An unceremonious carving
Beligerant twisted barbs of lies
They think they have power
They think the can destroy me
I almost thought they could too,
But as they say reputation is king
And mine speaks flesh to my bones
I pick the scales off one by one
Their pious deception no match
for my holy inception
A twisted fork tongue lays deep in its own rotted flesh
How the snakehole swallows it's own creator
Writhing in contorted panic as it's own truth flashes in its eyes
I may well be torn down every shred of pride
Only to rise a new and free from their serpentry
While they taste the bitter poison in their own sad tales
They never had real faith
And mine was never afraid of being tested
They forgot the sage old saying
Death trampling on death
Arise Tabitha and sin is no more
And nor is the serpent whom devours its self.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
the pig named Tabitha,a sweet,impressionable little pig,
dosent know her quarters,front from hind.
Tabitha has a friend,a wild boar named trent,
tis a wonder how he lasted open season.
tabitha lived with farmer ken,he adored tabitha so.
farmer ken smothered tabitha with his love ,
cause ******* he loved tabitha so.
trent the knave,fed on her indecision and led her astray.
pass the farm and you'll hear farmer ken pine,
cause tabitha dosent know her quarters front from hind.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Roaming the fields of love
With his Heart in a dark glove
He saw from a far distance
A creature with perfect appearance
This creature was rather perfect
It hit like a storybook affect
She gazed the hallway
With some sort of allay
Her presence to him felt affray
Like some sort of aggressive lay
It felt like an ever winding journey through the blear
So far away from here,
Yet trying to draw them near
He came close asked her name with a delay of response; she smiled and said: Tabitha is mine name.
With a look of satisfaction on his face
He smiled and murmured to himself "Little Girl"
And there they both knew
It was meant to be
Or was it?
He gave her flowers everyday
But;
She picked all the pedals off of all the flowers
But in her heart;
She knew he loved her
Or did he?
_Debbie Doll
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Poem: "Amotekun Dee"
"Kere oh, Omode gbo. T'agba gbo"
"Oba ni kin wi fun yin oh!"
"Amotekun deeeeeeeee"
"Eyin omo Odua, ee gbo mi bi?"
"Irorun de, omi tun tun wo lu"
"Eyin temi aji lala osho. Eyin Omo okun Esin"
"Won ma sare kabakaba"
"Mo wi re, tabitha mi o wi re?"
"Amotekun deeeeeee"
We will block the gap and protect all and sundry
We'll patrol with Eagle eyes
It shall be "No nonsense here" in our region
With robust intelligence gathering and network
And we will proceed with extreme caution
Within the ambits of the law shall we operate
There shall be no sleep for the wicked
Peace, it has long eluded our lands
We have been invaded by uncircumcised Philistines
But not anymore, "O to geeee"
Who else knows our terrain better than our locals
You got a pass mark my Governors
And I am proud to be "Ofe mmanu""
"Ejo, ema je wo ni owo osu oh!"
Lest they begin to see friends as foes
"Amotekun de...Oju eje...."
"Iyalaya gbogbo won"
"Koni kaluku di omo Iya re mu.."
"A ko fosi rara nile Odua"
"Awi fun won ti ti, won jo gbo"
Odua a gbewa ooo.
"Oya, awon daaa? Gbefunwon kososhi"
Why carry guns when we can enchant them?
We have been pushed to the wall
Our hands on the plough, no going back
"This one no be se re se re"
"Omoluabi is a talk and do"
We stoop and let them trample on us"
Little do they know we are fooling the fools
Those who thinks they are fooling us
Watch it, we can be cunning and deceitful
But when it comes to our collective goal
The bond that binds us strong
And our walls, a mighty fortress
In a nutshell, "Ki eku ile gbo o"
"Ko si so fun to ojo oh"
We are regional and not tribal
We will listen before we judge
We will treat all fairly as our ancestors did
We will not allow the "Cobra Effect" permeate Amotekun
This, we all know, is peace at last!
Passing Amotekun bill is a legislative masterstroke
For all who saw this to fruition
May "Eledumare" grant you all your "positive" heart desires
"Mo wi re, tabi mi o wi re bi"
Amotekun deeee"
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
Its a long list of things I'd like to say
But none can match up
To the fact that we no longer talk
For reasons I dont care for
I was the only one with feelings
And you misguided me
Held my hand and lied to me
Told me you felt the same
But when push came to shove
Light bulbs went out
Breakers were turned off
And every square mile
Lost power in your heart
My idiocy led me to believe
It could still work
Candles I lite
Just to find my way to you
But nothing was enough
We waged war against each other
I fought to show you
Feelings can travel any distance
Its the effort of reaching
That's too much for you
It doesn't matter anymore
This will be my last poem to you
You're a weight on my mind
Wondering if you're ok
If work has been any better
If you still think of me
I want to say I dont care
In reality I would be lying
You drove me crazy for 3 years
Even when I couldn't talk to you
Or when I failed to keep a promise
I have done nothing but love you
And that was my fault
You'll probably tell I'm not to blame
Dont worry, I still have conversations
With your voice in my head
And sure that makes me sound insane
But we both already knew
That's what made me a better writer
If I could change anything
It would be the distance
That kept us apart for so long
Yet when finality of words comes
So to does my last I love you
I've written you a total of 8 letters
Each I burned
Because the phrase up in smoke
Applied for 3 years worth of love
Of tears you shed that I couldn't wipe away
Of lonely nights I couldn't get you through
Of restless days when the weight
Of everything took its toll
Maybe it really is best for a final goodbye
For one last poem
One last sign
That my feelings were true
But with every passing second
I realize everything was just a lie
You never really loved me
You had to love the idea of me
There's not much to love in me
Its all violence and chaos
Desolation within twisted compulsions
That always seem to throw me back
Into the lions den of emotions
Tabitha, I still have your number
Its written on every wall in my head
I memorized it so I wouldn't forget
That on the other line of that number
Was a voice repeating simple
You're crazy
And the way you tried to go ghetto
When you're as white as mayo
I really hope everything is at its best
I'm sure it got better with me gone
And I didn't forget your birthday
I just didn't want to bother you
I figure me gone
Makes a happier you
So its time for me to go
Sincerely,
Robert L. Guerrero
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
Lonely nights and empty chest
This Valentines day is just like another day
Valentine less since 2009
Each chocolate whispering I love you I love you not
Every rose pedal wilting
I know I dont want temporary
I want something meaningful and almost permanent
Never know he might die before me or me before him
Oh I forgot to introduce myself
I'm Tabitha, I'm 18, 19 eventually
I have a cute little white girl *****
***** just big enough for me
I'm a simple poet
Look at me being creepy
Trying to sell myself to somebody
I think this chocolate was laced
I'm rambling
God why does love always get confusing
I like guys too far away
Or people eventually leaving behind closed doors
Maybe I'm destined to be some old cat lady person
Anyways I'm going back to work
Maybe I'll get a valentine tonight
Even though he's cute and a poet too
He's so weird but that perfect weird
But again he's too far away
At least I get to hear his voice
When I get off work
I guess we can call it a date
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
The periapt otiose stone helotage that the tactiturn builders
Rejected at Golgotha, bode the heart of Heaven has now
Become the corner-stone henting the regal worm of worms
With temerity of the spire of spires; And they look ignominious
Upon the necromancer that they pierced testifying a vision of
Living beings, a saviour, an insuperable scorned man,
The maxim of kings, the miracle man of blood and water
Invidiously feeling despised crying out loud;
''Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani'',
Whom the ill-starred crucified and divided purloin his robes
At the rolling of dice. Yet still God raised from death much alike
The Nazarene himself had disintered Lazarus, resurrecting after
Four days his friend buried at Bethany; alike too Tabitha
Which (Simon), Peter, presented before the widows and believers
commanding alive in the name of the Almighty Holy Lord
From the clutches of the darkened Sun, clinging to the
Dark side of the moon within a star-less sky
Annointed the way to the Father.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
He calls her love like it's her first name,
But something tells her that this isn't a game.
Finally she gets a taste of something real,
But her heart has been hurt,
It's not easy to steal.
He's got what it takes to paint a smile on her face,
Now she's wondering if she can do the same for him.
He calls her love like it's her first name,
She wears her heart on her sleeve without shame.
{Tabitha's addition}
Make this moment last forever
The clock refuses to yield
Pushing onward
New troubles and temptations always come with time
The boy stands strong the only one to put up a fight
Things never stay the same
The smile eventually fades
But with this boy by her side it seems to always find a way to reappear upon her face
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Tabitha Tadpole can't seem to get it right
She has been a tad slow for her entire life
While all her friends are out playing leap frog
Tabitha has yet to see her tail fall off
All the ribbits that she hears makes it very clear
Tab can't seem get herself out of first gear
With all her friends time being spent growing shiny teeth
Tongues that slurp, lungs that burp, legs to help them leap
Tabitha finds she can only swim about
How to morph into a frog, she's yet to find that out
Though she's never lonely in her dark green slimy pond
There's thousands more tadpoles like her where Tabitha comes from
While all the friends that she makes one day hop away
As all tadpoles turn into frogs when natures call they all obey
All except for Tabitha who may never know The taste of fly's when they tickle the sides as they slide down the throat
Poor Tabitha may never figure it all out
And until then she'll continue to swim chasing her own tail
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
*Speak , preach , sing o'er the valley
O' tabitha hardwoods
With stately pines reaching for the heavens ,
Cast thy likeness across the placid waters , beside - wire-grass boulevards , along the morning ploughland , 'neath red maple carpets , sycamore
narrow and Appalachian hillside* ...
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Dear Grandma,
Dear Mom,
Dear Pops,
Dear Bruce,
Dear Travis,
Dear David,
Dear Vanessa,
Dear Tifani,
Dear All My Trusty Friends
DEAR WORLD,
I never understood the point of saying goodbye
Half the time it was never good when we parted
Onto other roads we'll travel
Cardinal directions never crossing our paths
Our own mazes we walked
Labyrinths we struggled to get through
I have a long list of goodbyes to get through
Dear Tabitha,
Guess I should mention you
At least at some point in my final work
After all it was you who opened me up
An untrained surgeon
Performing open heart surgery
Nothing was left to suppress
All my anger silenced
Before your silence awoken it
All the pain kept at bay
Food to this hibernating monster
Teddy bears have feelings too
Only the darkest resides
In the cave within my mountain chest
This long list of goodbyes ends
With a kiss and hopeful wishes
You find the notes I left you all
Goodbye was never a word I liked to use
It was always later
Well I know I'll never see you all ever again
Ill be a cold breeze in your head
As your hearts skip a beat
A signal of my passing
Some secrets are taken to the grave
But I know some of you will chase
The answers to why I left this earth
In such a timely fashion
I never sought empathy or pity
Sympathy was never a thought
I was blessed with
I gave my all at this life
Now its my turn to be silent
As I lay my head down for the last time
Knowing you all know I had you in my thoughts
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC