A Wordy Poet
Daniel Olas
Copyright 2015 Daniel Olas
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Table of Contents
Man, Immortality and Eternity
To My Innocent Looking Lady
My Angst
Crying Without Tears
Jail—a Peaceful Place to Die
Nothing but Nothing Beings
An Ode to a Poet
This Life
A Dirge of a Soldier
Mother Africa
It is I
The Doom of Last Days
The Mind
Armies of Hope (Poetic Anthem)
Moments like Winter
The Gallant King and His Coward Son
A Wordy Poet
Man, Immortality and Eternity
These mortal souls;
All living to die;
Bound in there unending woes;
Will soon be gone without a goodbye.
Bound together with immortality;
After this earth’s pilgrimage;
Is a beautiful eternity;
Where nothing matters; even age!
To the celestial above;
My soul has longed for;
To embrace his love;
Will be my greatest reward.
Our lives as an immortal in eternity;
Is more of complexity than simplicity;
Or shall we toy with it while still on earth?
To My Innocent Looking Lady
What’s behind those innocent looks?
So much I’ve searched my heart’s nooks
Still I’ve found no answer
And causing me an emotional cancer
For how long will you play the game?
This your pretence is becoming lame
And have being sending me into fantasy
Making me to create fallacy
How long do I still hold on?
‘Cause I don’t call these fun
You call these the love-price
Forcing me into self-denial sacrifice
Tell me, how really does love tastes?
When all your emotions have become a waste
‘Cause, too much of miss hard-to-get
Can turn you to a room to let.
My Angst
I can feel all the anger
Piling up in me
And there seems to be no escape
Other than my outburst!
The clinching of my tooth
The wrinkling of my cheek
Are not enough to suppress this angst
There is no such other way
Other than my outburst!
My emotions are hot
Ready to burn any sentiment
There’s no such thing as love
In the midst of my hate-furnace
The thumping of my heart
The breath of my nose
Are agents of my angst
Everything is heavy in my heart,
And no soothing words can ease it up.
My angst burns all—
All optimism, faith and hope.
Excuse my French!
It’s the burning of my angst;
That led to my outburst.
Crying Without Tears
In darkness lies my heart
Bury deep in melancholy
In perplexity my soul lies
With bitterness it chats
Wallowing in the ocean of folly
And so, loud my mouth cries.
And even now, I despise comfort
Embracing to myself all sorrows
Refusing all forms of ecstasy
Wanting and getting more hurt
The tears yet in my eyes refuse to flow
And so, my sorrows were like fantasy.
Jail—a Peaceful Place to Die
The tiny penetrating light;
The confined soul;
The hopeless hope;
The far away echoes of human;
The incessant whistling of the nightingale;
The terror of the darkness;
The torments of loneliness;
The friendship with cruelty;
The place of no integrity or dignity;
The one that lacks humane spirit;
That haunts one with the guilty memory;
The flash back of mistakes;
The aura of death;
Filling every nook and cranny.
The pains of guilt;
Illuminating the joy of innocence.
The death-bound beings;
Relishing the gains of obscurity,
Freed from the world of fantasy,
Created by illusory wealth and power;
Power that stabbed innocence to death…
Power that brought survival…
Survival by violence and crime…
Violence and crime that dehumanizes…
That dehumanizes men of integrity.
That plants acorn seeds of evil
That grows to become…
To become giant oak tree of wickedness.
And so…
Darkness becomes an escape…
An escape from evil.
Obscurity serves as haven…
Haven for violence.
Oblivion as Ivory Tower…
Ivory Tower for cruelty.
In this utter darkness—
The darkness that hinders the sun
From giving hope to the death-bound living—
Comes the end itself.
Dead in anguish, pains and guilt.
No lullaby, no dirge to send forth the soul;
Silently and in peace, death creeps in here!
Nothing but Nothing Beings
Beings they say
Are fragile and frail
At anytime can be blown away
Leaving behind no trail.
Those lost moments
Hidden in traumatizing memories
Filling us with torments
Are not as pleasant as strawberries.
The echoes of their voices
In our heart resounding and reverberating
After all, we have no choice
Than to watch on while they are fading.
Nature ties our hand
Even the ‘somethings’ are turned to nothing
Pressing us so low, we’ve to bow to the ground
And now we know, we are nothing but nothing.
An Ode to a Poet
The pains of a poet
Never shows in his poem
His endless thought
Most of which comes to nought
Never get noticed by all.
Left alone in his thought;
To select his worth.
Many words avoided,
A lot more discarded.
The prowess in his skill,
Developed like the age long hill.
Right from the first letter,
You can fill the poet’s heart
Thumping with ideas and expression
Or shall I call it word obsession?
But no! Never an obsession;
I call it word oppression.
Oppressed to express himself briefly.
Does that not worth a poet’s pain?
This Life
The feeling that were hidden
The ones that goes unexpressed
Hid under pains.
Thoughts formed in silence
The ones that goes unexpressed
Hid under pains.
Ideas that never turns great
The ones that goes unexpressed
Hid under pains.
The miserable life of an opulent man;
The battle to be healthy
Even after being wealthy
Is avoided by every man.
The brilliant wretched man
With great ideas and skills
Yet, still living on the hills
A life dreaded by every man.
So, we are all living a mysterious life
Even after everyday’s strife.
A Dirge of a Soldier
The tears flow…
The scenes of sand and blood
The laughter we shared
The sorrows we hid.
Over the mountains,
We walked together.
Under the sea,
We swam jointly.
Now, your hands are loose;
Unable to grab the machine.
Your body is weakening;
Unable to carry the uniform of honour.
Your head becoming decayed;
Unable to put on the helmet.
Your mouth closed forever,
Unable to communicate
Neither to shout me out of danger.
The stale of blood we smelt together,
The deafening bullets we heard together,
The hailstorm we endured together,
But the victory I share alone;
The rewards I enjoy alone.
Henceforth,
The enemies I kill alone,
The grenades I throw alone,
The armour tank I drive alone.
But,
We who are about to die salutes you!
To the eternity you’ve gone;
Never to be back again.
The journey of immortality,
You’ve embarked.
All alone, you went!
Reminds me of your favourite flower.
Here, I placed it.
You might not smell it but your spirit does.
You know what?
The last bullet that sent you
To the great beyond
Lies in your palm at the earth below.
You know what it means?
The bullet can’t overcome your immortal soul!
Even now that you’ve gone to sleep;
Never to be awaken again!
Oh! The tears flow…
At the scenes of blood and sands.
Into the river the blood flows,
And up to the sky the sand goes.
The tears flow…
For it was a big blow,
That the gallant one
Has gone to the great beyond.
The tears flow…
And it flows…
Continuously it flows…
Till the days are dark and the sun is black!
Mother Africa
Mother Africa!
Grandmother of all mothers
Under your care we’ve grown
Protecting us from snares and potholes.
The tall trees,
The giant hills,
From your pride
We’ve taken our drive.
Oh! Beautiful mama!
Do I see your laughter?
Or your sorrows and woes?
Your face is full of blood
And your atmosphere with stale of blood
Alas! You are the most beautiful
And less dutiful.
With your running nose,
Do you think you will ever have a spouse?
Your sons and daughters—
All in Diasporas,
Are all haunted
Due to their ‘un-united’
My eyes beholds your shame
And your delusive fame
My nose smells your looming hazards
‘Cause your walls are opened
And they’re ready to enter—the lizards.
But still, you worried not
Even after all your works has come to nought
You merry on;
Watching your grave being dug on.
Oh Mother!
Your children wandered about,
They cried aloud.
But you said—
Gone are the days
When you used to care
For you’re in your old days
And you can’t even hear!
Soon, the giant oak trees,
The mighty hills,
Will be gone!
And where will be your pride?
Ah! I mourn your woe days
‘Cause now you said—
The devil may care!
I wish you have a sight
To at least catch the glimpse
Of the vague disaster
And the pending danger.
I wish you have one!
Mother Africa!
You’ve got 54 children;
Some are still toddlers
And the adults don’t even care
About the younger ones.
Instead,
They take pleasure in killing
Their brothers and sisters.
You’ve got a large a family
But within them lies the vipers.
Oh Mother Africa!
When will you come back…?
Back from your odyssey!
When will you be awake…?
Awake from your slumber!
Return dear mother!
For your land
Is deluged with innocent blood…
Oh mother Africa!
It is I
Beyond my shadows
I can see my real self
In the midst of my worries
I can feel my real strength
I, who with held the storm
Who survives the tides of the ocean
Wait and stands the test of time
Now stands akimbo on the highest mountain
With my echoes of victory
Resounding at the end of the world
Heralded by my landmarks and legacy
Written on the sands of time
Never to be erased by winds nor storm
My foot prints stucked to the ground
My impact so strong, lasting till ages end
The shoes I left behind,
So big, no one dares step into it
But carried all about as a sign
It is I, who holds the conquest of all places
With foes all vanquished.
As I ride on
O’er the hill tops,
I can still hear my echoes
Echoes of victory and conquest
The aura of my conquest never to fade
‘Cause no otiose celebration.
At my feet,
The foes trembles and vanishes
They all say—
Oh! Who’s this great and legendary man?
We fear him more than the gods we serve!
Yet, in all these;
Lies my weakness
It is I, who conquered the world
But swallowed up by the ground
Had I know this would be the end;
Would I have ventured into the world?
Knowing that,
Lies before me
Is another war—an unknown war
Where I’d be like a common soldier
And could be killed without making a name.
But it is I,
Who planned my beginning;
And my middle-course life
But watches as my end vanishes
Vanishing off like a smoke
This my legendary life
Ends like a smoke
Even after my indispensable legacy
So, does the end signify the end?
Or this end marks another beginning
Where one can re-live his life as a legend?
Still, all these…
All these I have damned
Damned—to live a life beyond my life
A legendary life beyond my ordinary life
And it is I who face all the end alone
Not even with the least personality
I shared my aura of victory and conquest with
It is I who chose this at the very beginning
Hoping to be only I that will see my end!
The Doom of Last Days
The days are becoming darker
The eyes of every man becoming dimmer
Every man’s heart in continuous desperation
All standing in the awe of the mysterious one
Who shall destroy the age long evil?
Evil of a man—rooted in his heart
Expressed in his words and deeds
Hidden in his unreachable mind
Aha! No wonder! The sun is dark
The moon is gloomy
Oh! This weird of this earth’s shining elements
The evil is vast; covering every opening
No saviour, no messiah! Or where is he?
We all wait for the doom’s day
Standing at the park of evil
Even when the bus of goodness hoots at us!
The Mind
Never for once have I being void
All the negative thoughts I avoid
The force behind every action
Like a king in his mansion
In quietness I speak
In violence I shriek
Remove me not
Else you come to nought
When I simmer with anger
You can hear my thumping like banger
So so complex
And even formless.
Take heed; less I become useless,
‘Cause in many; I’ve become, due to carelessness
Without me you become extinct
With me you exist.
Patience with me turns you great
Hurry me buddy and you are late!
Armies of Hope (Poetic Anthem)
For a whole lot of years
Our past we’ve held and care
Living in its muddy ponds
Drenching ourselves with its odds
Arise! Arise!
Arise, Armies of Hope
Our striving days are o’er
With our past we can no longer cope
All our fears we shall uncover
Holding on to every of its negativism
Blinding ourselves with its pessimism
We’ve lost the hope of future
And our mind is void of the picture
Helplessly, we’ve being on the hang
At the jaw of past and its fang
Do we have any sight of hope?
‘Cause all our life, with it; we’ve coped
The dawn of the darkest nights
Bringing fixed aims of greater heights
This, we can see the bright morning
And out of the dark, no more groaning
Finally, a hope has risen
A panacea has been awaken
Bringing aura of victory
Erasing the stale of our history.
Hands joined together in unison
Here lays in our front a mission
To create a lasting oasis
In the middle of our daily crisis.