THE EDIFICE

The pursuit –

To the tender skeins formidable

Timbre of inventive myth dire

Sacredness attached to its very shrapnel’s

It is an imposing edifice

Wandering feet long to traverse

To niche poised to accept heart bent on

Pyrrhic centaurs

The magic wand that will dissipate

The ominous peals of the leviathan

Mythopoec about to rise in the sea

It is commendable then that

You have immersed yourself

In the sacred grove and armed

Yourself to embark on the

Journey to the real of intellectual beauty.

NOW IS THE TIME FOR THE DISCOURSE THAT IS DREAMT OF

The discourse that is dreamt of

The confrontation that will range

On the sentient boulder of civility

The thoroughfare of the heart semblance of silence

Riding on a mild steed

Cobwebs formidable

And out of the mild expanse comes thunder

Herald of impending dissolution

From a soothing lips

Emerge words of fire

Now is the time for the discourse that is dreamt of

Whispers of blind alley in the dark

Words buried in the dark and shadowy grave

Of the earth will emerge with a potent presentiment

Walls have ears and silence had an ominous sound

Now is the time that is dreamt of

After the hunt – the haunter

Marvelous tale

The lions roar is drowned in the undergrowth of silence.

THE LECHEROUS LECTURER

I love women - wine and whisky
That will be one of the vivacious anecdotes to charm
The raucous air of a wayside in
And will aggravate the fright of the society plunging into puritan ethics
But when i utter words shocking and brave
You must know that the lecherous old man is speaking

I am a lecher and a lecturer
I am not a lecher because I am a lecturer
I may be weak and infirm
Trampling on campus with my bushy hair and revered beard

Here they come succulent and sensuous
Fresh and agile
Relegating me to the very depths of the Paleolithic age

Yet must I struggle with young men for the treasure
And when I cannot be daunted because of my looks
And experience is what triumphs
Let me walk with the young for the treasure
If I have the courage

INDEPENDENCE DAY

When the vagaries of revolution molten lava in the lone deserts stormy

Breast of whirling cyclonic sand

Seethed in the hearts of the oppressed masses on the brink of apocalypse

When a new vehement and vociferous tongue of scorpions sharpened to stick with

Venomous paeans condemning imperialism surging in the veins of the dark jungle

In clandestine conclave seeking power from the colonial master

To imprison his people in the dungeon of gloom and perjury and dire degeneration and death

When a new flag was hoisted - flying in the air for eternal servitude upturned - liberation

When a new song was sung tatters flying in the air

When the white governor abandoned the castle for the black governor to take over the ruins

They chanted a propitiation chant to the earth goddess

And on the desert of apostasy celebrated independence

Celebration of independence

The day they were enslaved and their hearts and minds bound in everlasting chains

That was the day they celebrated independence

Dragged to eternal servitude they roared on the land with pomp and pageantry

Independence day they walked in ecstasy to the flames of slavery

Their dependence on their masters they celebrated on Independence Day