Sea Food Poetry

I love crabs! Especially in my okra stew. Here's a short poem I wrote on the D train. My inspiration, I was probably thinking of eating some banku and okra stew, the traditional one with lots of crabs and w3l3! It tastes deliciously bombastic!

                                                             Crabs in a Barrel

                                                          How did they get there?
                                                            if not by their own
                                                      automatic limbs and claws
                                                             gliding across the wooden
                                                       curves of this containers
                                                              indulging in the swings
                                                        of being carried
                                                             then settling back
                                                 into a  pool of frustration

                                                     How did we get here?
                                                             by spitting at each other's
                                                       faces and yelling
                                                                          at familiar voices
                                                       containing our anger
                                                                  in the grips of our arms,
                                                       pulling our hairs apart
                                                            in the blink of the explosion.


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I think it Rains by Wole Soyinka

I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave roof-tops of
the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge

I saw it raise
The sudden cloud, from ashes.
Settling
They joined in a ring of
grey; within,
The circling spirit.

O it must rain
These closures on the mind, blinding us
In strange despairs, teaching
Purity of sadness.

And how it beats
Skeined transperencies on wings
Of our desires, searing dark longings
In cruel baptisms.

Rain-reeds, practised in
The grace of yielding, yet unbending
From afar, this, your conjugation with my earth
Bares crounching rocks.

The Second Coming

Sometimes we need to take some time off to consider what life is really about! Food for thought! 

THE SECOND COMING
by William Butler Yeats
    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
 
     Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
   
    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E. Cummings

Why do I love this poem? I don't really know. I read it once in my poetry class and I absolutely enjoyed how romantic it was( It still is). And then I told my self I would read it at  my wedding because it's so warm.

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

By E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)