We Live Twice When We Find The One - Joe's Piece (classic children's novels .txt) 📗

We live twice when we find the one

An epithalamium poetry series

 

Purify Chaos

 

Love me deeply, not be ashamed of my ugliness

Kiss my scares, from bruises fed by flesh,

Make me not forget them by grabbing my hands tight enough while it's been nursed,

Together cherishing every tale of memories it left behind,

Remind me you were the light at the end of my turmoil,

Be special enough to never let me go,

Be someone enough to be my legacy

Continue to be my melanin to remember me fondly,

Be the companion to these lonely lips never to run dry,

I will be your oath clothed in flesh and barely spoken

Fondly I will be the ride you will be joyous to die with.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tale

 

 

She had the curves in all the right places

That could send a man's mind wandering to all the wrong places

And every woman's dream was just to trade places

To be the detective with the most cases

But little did anyone know that she was a judge who liked very brief cases.

She was never one to commit,

Once any man got too close to her rib caged diamond,

She will omit,

She gave no one permit

Even if you got close, whooohhhh!

She'd be gone like Nollywood’s evil spirits

She always held her shoulders high

The tip of her heels constantly created a trail of dots like a title on i

like she always wanted to sneeze, her nose would be screwed so tight

Shit, that always made me sigh

I would ponder in wonder

Why she?

Just like The Great Wall of China, instead of with bones,

Built up her walls with the souls of fallen men

She seemed to be a depthless sea with no end

Intrigued, then we got talking,

Acquainted, we sat to some cups of tea

Slowly, she parted like the Red Sea

Emotions rolled on like waves on the Mediterranean Sea

I got to see

Past the whole facade of overconfidence and Mary Kay

How her heart unlearnt love and her mouth forgot the right words to pray

I lost the right words to say

As she recounted every painful experience

The abuse and drug use

Depression and abortion

Not to mention,

Her heart grew immune to trust for all men

She was choking in the midst of a crowd of souls yet no one could see her die

Broken, beaten and battered, yet only I knew the tears her heart had cried

An angel with broken wings

A hummingbird with no song to sing

But even in the darkness, I saw a flickering flame

And out of the withered rose, I saw a blooming petal,

She had a story to tell

Some broken hearts to mend

For there's a tale scripted in the sands of time;

That you live twice when you find the one

And I knew, as I gazed into her drowning eyes that I was that one

Or was I?

Crosswordz

 

 

 

 

Eidolon

Be the lyrics written with glares
A poem from Purest drip of nature
A light shun from nurtured intelligence
A view from the carves, curved from her silhouette
My peace to be seen in her mind
A structured figure of happiness in person
A complete form of God disguised as an angel
An imperfect perfection in glow motion
A brown beauty in a black nation
An emblem inked in words worthy to be read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Au Natural

in her au natural,

There men gets lost

A lovely sightseeing it is,

As a replicated convo sojourned,

She rouse ardency sleeked in silhouette,

My earth rose from the dead,

a nuptial beauty oiled with oomph,

Sung siren seducing each layers of the skin,

A glamour statue of perfection.

For in her au natural,

Beauty defines femininity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Heart

 

The heart sees:

Morose eyes wading smudged mind,

Abyssal thought watered by the confession of lust,

Floating at the current of her lips.

The heart heard:

Your melodies that soothes the soul,

Replaying the ordonnance spoken,

Reading the aeon silence that rests on the labium.

The heart saw

A sense of contentment,

a drive that gears excitement,

a sunset in duo of the sunrise,

a chance second to first.

 

 

 

 

 

Healing Songs

The heart is aching
Eyes red with longing
Head pounding with thoughts
Like a desperate mortar,
Words full of silence
Echoes of vanquished voice's

The house stands on its roof
Walls wander without a wile
Windows wounds the wind
The shallow in the cave has left
Without a forwarding address,

Where in this world are you and your healing songs?

The mountain grumbles
The breeze murmurs
The road twines round my feet
Like a reluctant python,
The lake lingers with its monitory of water,
Every blade of grass cut like a whetted insult,

The stars eye's the moon
From a sparkled distance
Night themed with sleepless night
I reached out for your hands, but
Absent fingers unclasped my craving,

I primed my ears
To your sweet whispers
A storm stole my place away
Then I gave your name to the bounder less wind,
Bring back my heart to this vacant lot in its grieve,

Where in this world are you and your healing songs my dearest?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Solace Prayer

The solace prayer of a mother

As she grasp me in width of her arm

Blessed lengthy words of prayer she plunders at the stolen day of the night

Such is a son that truly touched the hem of her garment in obedience.

 

"May you marry a virtuous one"

So she prayed,

Another day of peace blew after the prayer been said,

For a day cometh when the scripture will be fulfilled and i leave her to be with my one.

 

 

 

 

Cadence

I will read you poems on the sea,

With words that sinks us in it's depth,

Together living in a reality we no longer have to dive into our dreams

Rather dive in prayers when our faith is bruised,

Hope our steadfast like we dine to feast

May the light we seek not blind our understanding while we linger in the dark,

Let the tears not drown you in the bask of hopelessness,

Sing with your sour tongue till the heart soar the praises

Rest on the ancient scriptures and dream dreams of hope.

 

 

 

 

Warm Blue

 

the blue sky speaks in mirth,

Singing with the voice of the birds as it crows the confession of the beloved.

 

The blue sea wales the tempest,

Felt by the whirl wind as she soothes the waters lull

 

The blue rose in the rosarium pried my eyes,

Hankering on my emotional confidence, ideating an enchantment

 

her blue eyes herald serene,

A soft gaze with the flickering of her lashes called forth the lonesome that harbored in my soul to live in aeon in the bosom of my vixen.

 

 

 

 

Mandy

 

Bless be the day our course crossed

Clout by a voice swift as the wind,

Gloriously be held by her dandy

Drawn by the lips that yields pleasure,

Her labium quenches the thirst of desires

For she speaks in faith of the holy scriptures,

My search is nigh gazing at her twin towers in awe,

The width of her arm is where I've found home,

Her silhouette a frame to be worshipped,

So dainty and supple with atheistic allure by sight

Her thick and round figure mirrors perfection in symmetry

Her eyes speaks in fervor and burning passion with the argot of allurement

Her age spots are wages of peculiarity,

But her heart is where i wish my memories will dwell.

 

 

 

 

I Found A Woman

I found a woman

who emanate jibe rather than subjecting to objections

the one who lacks ink, and her heart doesn't rest on the lips

the one whose violence is a safe haven.

I found the one who doesn't write me poems but her talks tucks me into eternal comfort,

she's the light in the midst of the storm like the moon at the mid of the night

she's a rain i watch fall that blooms flower during the sunshine

she's the whole that holds half of me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Purple Matters

 

How you came in and ruined my misery still remains a mystery,

The only voice that spoke love,

echoed from the aura of my loneliness, darkness was the light that blinded my sight,

a loner that wandered round the edges of feelings mixed with heresy to conviction...

I remember my smiles low as frowns,

clowned by her structured boof,

silently wanting a wade from this profound phony that has drowned me in my obloquy, me

The mistakes of perfection, loathed the facticity that drew me to neverly unhappy ending.

Dazzled by the liveliness you spoke with dreadfulness, folly to the touches that still lingers even while speaking.

The depth of the regret penned oozes infidelity, the maps of each scars looses it path to the heart for the ocean of the eyes just ran dry never to drizzle.

 

Imprint

Text: Joe's Piece
Images: Joe's Piece
Cover: Joseph Godwin
Editing: Joseph
Translation: Bookrix
Publication Date: 09-28-2020

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