"thhought" poems
SEASON
TIME OF THOUGHT:08:20PM
DATE OF THhOUGHT:08/03/2010
OGUNLBI OLAJIDE YUSUF -Nativepen
I will not be moved
If the rain refuses to fall
I will not be moved
Even, if the sun refuses to shine
If the moon remains dark and red
I will not be moved
If the breez turns to a statue
I say I will not be moved
I will not be moved
All because, they are for the main time
I say I will not be moved
It is a matter of time
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
I crave quiet more than palest sinners
Do their peace of absolution and lift
Toward tolerable circumstance wherein
Green fields flowing beneath warm winds
Play a simple, serene music.
I pray in the gray throng’s heralding din
This drowning siren die away and leave
Faint thhought to famish, feign, or forge beyond
Splitting bone and aching sight in face of
Plain, revolving day’s hissing tread of night.
I lay subtle or naked by degree.
The myth of common speech harbors the vague
Extremity, solidly-stateed airs,
Whims of purchase, the purchases of whim,
All paid with the natio0n’s prismatic mirror.
Then say this man, a spawn of time, should feel
Abrupt and free? Even to imagine
Will-tuned guitars flourishing and dancers
Sweeping across a mosaic of red tile
Inlaid upon the wrecked and shattered ground?
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC