Kingsley Bassey Ukpong
I'm a wearied Bard wandering around the corridors of life. Follow me for a taste of the elixir of words...
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***The Mist***
The Mist She comes to me at night When sweet sleep is deepest Straddling the crossroads of dreams And desires craving for the love unleashed My naked body she covered In a blanket of shivering touches Igniting my heart’s fire With kisses aglow She straddles me like a lioness crouched Her ample paps delighting my wearied lips. She comes bringing fire and a storm And water her cistern to quench my – Burning desires this mortal thirst. The mist She holds sway my soul enraptured The night her ...
***The Mist***
The Mist She comes to me at night When sweet sleep is deepest Straddling the crossroads of dreams And desires craving for the love unleashed My naked body she covered In a blanket of shivering touches Igniting my heart’s fire With kisses aglow She straddles me like a lioness crouched Her ample paps delighting my wearied lips. She comes bringing fire and a storm And water her cistern to quench my – Burning desires this mortal thirst. To read full poem, click the link below... #poetry #ni...
***Calabar***
Calabar This awkward sails Upon our land assail Our brothers to put behind barraccoons bar... Calabar They said they bar is calm Like wine from the raffia palm Drunk in Akpabuyos bar... Calabar The land of memorial graves Of countless a slaves Caught & sold afar... Calabar Where the ships baited Our brothers the cargos waiting In chains to be carried off afar... Calabar Where were our ndems When the obongs & edidems Gave this mortal scar... Calabar The fond glory in blood Thy brothers bro...
***Broken***
Broken Broken glasses Sheds of broken porcelains In fragments ornaments the floor The cabinets of our love ransacked The drawers of our hearts emptied A strewn the memories from our bleeding chests Sacred memories defied Trampled upon by eyes unworthy And gossiped by uncircumcised tongues. Fate, O fate! If only our faith could understand this In this one lifetime we’ve got Beautiful dreams we weaved Drowning in a pool of our despair For things break and shatters But nothing breaks like a he...
***Death***
Death The rottenness under the shadows of life Ever price the bounties of the living Fogs mists shadows dusts and mirages Cleaves to our bones The wrinkling wrinkles of age Beauty holds at ransom For the festering council of worms Glows the skin like silk in the blue moon Smiles and tears The medallions of our roving Comes shrewd in miffed and stifled bubbles with every birth and death Death The ripening almonds The ripened berry ready to fall to the winds Strange winds from strange shores ...
***Twice Strayed***
Twice Strayed Darkness blends with the light Eternal hope beaded in strings The acolyte of the soul’s deepest desire Lurked, caged In the labyrinths of the heart. First before dawn ever was vernal Before the first streaks of light bore dawn and twilight In the forlorn region of dusk The heart had strayed to such carnal delights In the bliss of Eden. First t’was Adam And from thence, there’s been no turning back Eve gave the fruit But what gives her daughters to our demise? Twice strayed...
***Glances***
Glances She stares at her past in the darkness of her soul Dark pages the mind dreads Enchanted estranged Her existence, her essence a sad tale Of memories wished forlorn But constant in faithfulness abiding Like scars of battles survived. Fate! O fate!! Whence from came this storm? This wells of bitterness and sad pains vernal? From whence this agony, This constantly darkened eclipsed sun over my being? As I hold back welled up tears With starry eyes like pregnant clouds I stare back into v...
***Estranged***
Estranged Winding corridors of hell From whence no strayed feet err returned save grace The freedoms of mortals listed In the annals of ancient follies renowned. Down deep below we stray The blowing bellows of hell Fanning the zeal of our pious transgressions God in debt of our grace and piety The flourishing gardens of disdain smoking. Hells has got two fools The latter the greater fool Than he from the heavens an outcast is. Mortals, dust and shadows This enigma, this fog that yet doth brea...
***One Last Embrace***
One Last Embrace Vague lies the emanations of absence The smiling face of doom In brightening gloom reassuring The wearied steps of feeble mortals With life burdened, the scorn of death Shunned forlorn and, and what? At noon day the nightmares of a torrid life This blissful gift of mortal woes Heavens reject and mortal doom. O death! One last embrace Before the cock crows with the roasters Before the egrets return to nest on land day forlorn Before the sun is veiled in golden hues of dusk Befo...
***Mama Africa***
Mama Africa Drunken with love We crumble at thy feet. Mother, like beggars Lift us up to thy benevolent breast For what greater passion Than for thy glory Have these crumbling tents of dusts? Suckle us to good health Nurture our broken souls Shackled to generations of exploitations Back to life a new, for Time gifts not our shadows The light in good fate, Smile upon our wearied souls Breaking asunder the shackles of our troubles Like morning dews Upon withering grass a thirst with drought In yo...
***The End***
The man does in the end It's a beautiful sad ending For all of mortal breathe. The hangman with the nose The convicted worms condemned to the gallows The slave driver gracing with his whips The slave to no rest born The victor in a thousand wars The vanquished fallen on the altars of war The insidious trepidity From Rome to Carthage To the ruins of our age, Vagaries of endless nothingness, Is all we've strived for For the man dies in the end And memories of him are but Forgotten shadows blended ...
***Who's Side***
“Anyone can write anything in a book. If you want to know the real story, you listen to the people.” #rueses_of_a_muse... JBK Baruch #notes
***Stranger Things***
#rivers don't flow up mountains, am baffled seeing the poor giving presents to the rich! #notes
***Storms Of Silence***
The graveyard is quiet for a reason. Here the dead rests they say from their toils For the silence beclouds them all. Festering corpses Fattening feasting worms or say I, maggots, A volume of torrid tales lived Annals of countless pages lived and unloved All but a gathering of murmuring shadows, A silence of crumbled dusts All waiting to burst the storm of silence. When the Almighty shall in judgement seat And every sorry being believing his reasons valid A valid reason for a life of wantonness ...
***Tandem***
I'm a broken jar of beautiful pottery Fallen from beauty's shelf I lie shattered in strange paths Strewn by the beauties of our ugliness. I near the tandem of a fallen god Surrounded by vain worshippers All fragments of a broken piety Like ants in colonies. In vain they chant in endless cycles of folly Picking up the fragments of cherished dogmas Scattered hay while like broken chaplets Struck by truth's lightening bolt, In the procession of demons in holy garbs Bearing the crucifix of the falle...
***Dusts***
As trees dropping their leaves in the harmattan Like chaffs by winds driven Comes the lightening flashes of memories Far, hidden, the truth lies bare Like barren lands of covers wind stripped. In torrents the eroding sands of man Washes into the rivers of despairs Naked in beautiful attire clads Fate orphaned with the truth. Like caged birds Not of wings broken but of will Not with fetters shackled but of will, The whirlwind dances home bearing Debris by pilgrims strewn in reckless abandon. It d...
***Battlefield***
Here we stand On this battle battered ground Amidst the dusts of fallen heroes Slain by death's invisible sword The fashioned steel sword The hardened blacksmith. Here we stand Ready to battle our last breathe In flight with wearied shadows Whence knows no fate The regions beyond death's shore Where gray aloof the streak of light evades. Here we stand Wearied and haggered Roughed and ragged by hate Yes, hate! O fallen comrades, These wandering spirits, these dusts Denied entrance to the afterl...
***Death***
Beyond the horizon Where the sun roasts Flows the sour-sweet waters of... Beyond the reaches of the eyes Where the world ends Ebbs the quiet currents of... Beyond the last footprints of man Where no feet crossed returns hither Grows a mountain of... Beyond the stretch of the umbilical cords Where lies lands dark with mortal sorjourns Lies the mirage of... Beyond the shadows of life Where the barriers in shadows be brief Hangs the garment of... Beyond the grid of existence Where birth cycles...
Bleeding Verses..., the sapience of the wearied bard... Come take a pilgrimage through my soul.
I was probably born to be a bard, a scribe and one yet unknown footballer.
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