bend but the resistance
so strong like a wave
tears at this

and years are shearing
rippling

the faucet gathers
the bright clear pearl
I am the grit
your nascent being
wrapped

I was
a gift

tossed in the breakers
I was lost
on moonbathed
horizon

Heaven Knows, No one Knows

No, no one really knows,
Any poetry
But they all,
Including me,
Consider having the genes,
Of an unknown
Shakespeare...

So I compose and say
Read, read,
Don’t read,
Don’t read
But I shall hence not plead,
So you may do like wise
And
Write
Compose
And
Move on,
Be a passer by like me
Who knows fuck all of poetry?
Can you now see?
The difference
Between you and me

Simply

I didn’t want to hurt you
I never meant for you to grieve
I'm sorry that I made you cry
It wasn’t you I had to leave

I had no time to say good bye
My pain severe and so, so real
I simply didn’t have a choice
So this end, I had to steal

I had to stop bloodcurdling screams
Haunting me each day and night
Tormenting me through all my dreams
Poisoning my strength to fight

Just remember that I love you
And forever I will be
Standing right beside you
Forgive me, my destiny

As I sit here in my own misery.
My thoughts begin to race, to the
extreme. I began to cry in a ruby
colored liquid. I realized it was tears
of blood.

My thought was that strong. Ruby
droplets ran down my face. Each
drplet hits he floor with a splatter
Gathering with the other to create a
pool upon my bare feet. The more I
thought, the more the tears.

“Its just extending your arm in love it takes for the smile of a child to blossom “

Joseph Felix Osaeghemede

SMILE OF A CHILD

Children all are destiny’s gift

Precious as they come

Joy offers to escort them

Bundles of blessings,

Packaged for happiness

The greatest gift to man

Comes in this innocent form

Creation circle never denies it a role

Angels admire their frail strength

Iron horses used to run through here
upon twin paths of polished steel
now all that runs past is deer
this land has a deserted feel

Perhaps because the rails are gone
as well as creosote oak ties
just stone rail bed to walk upon
while listening to coyote cries

This track that joined small rural towns
abandoned for no apparent reason
now dips in a new lake and drowns
mostly tread by hunters during season

Daystar envelops Terra Firma with
searing embrace. Nubiles
clamor for shade, impervious
children gleefully frolic. Their bodies
glistening from watery games.

Blistering inferno melts into sultry
velvet, bringing forth life onto fields
of slow-cooling asphalt. Released
from their freon filled worlds the
dog-dayers emerge.

Frenzied season of sowing and
reaping culminates into the oceanic
pounding of lovers. Ceaselessly beckoned
by Summer’s heated hearkening.
Ever wary of Solstice’s chill breath.

It's a cold bitter day
the wind bites like needles
head held low, wind chimes
beckon from the open fields
to the shelter of his elders
woods, a cabin quaint and humble
place enough to potter and mumble
where he kneels beneath the smoke
stained stone vent.

kindle wood in hands to light the fire
helped on by his old leather bellows
a gust makes good the flame.

with time on hand and pipe on lip
he lays right back and takes a sip
old man brent demure, content

Truth ... do we want it
why do we bridle magic
and ride with closed eyes.

In a pack of cards
clubs spades diamonds and hearts
wait with baited breath

Lady luck arrives
to shuffle them upside down
keeping her secrets

Kings may lose their heart
Queens might shed their diamonds,
Clubs spades are laid down

What Fate may hand out
is as mysterious as
life's uncertainties