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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!

  The scents of flower on your tomb

  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

  A sign of victory for the whole land

  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<
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  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.