Poems from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Abuh Monday Eneojo

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Another Flight

And then I walked into the background
To visit the lonesome age of the proud
To see them at sea
And hear this incessant plea.

They looked at me with disgust
But I, with plight
I could sense the sense of this marauding
Beast in a stance
But their dancing eyes swindled the glittering heart dance

And then my inexorable rump spoke
Hey! Leave this yoke for another day
This beast of the nation to the talkless talk
And deliberated dive to death's play

Solace

When a man sinks into the wells of life
He doesn't know how to stop the strife
He must pry into the thoughts of his mind
Willing or not; it exhumes and he is blind
In his conundrum ways suffice
Coming in like water embracing the soil.
In aged age of aptness he smiles the mice
He malice the world as he takes a solitude coil.

Poetic Imperfection

I see. I am not the one who
Muzzled in guilt, prides the keen kindred spirited soul
Put me to death if you can but this voodoo
Eventually will suffice like the clouds and prowl,
Rev quickly this confused con of a core that
Feeds repeatedly for eternity for
Even the lines I pen, I fear are but a weltering boat
Crossing the rickety ridden plane of Adam's fore.
Tell him! Tell him! That this
is a product of mans first gift
On an isle that made him ill;
Nothingness filled with meaning.

Dark

I never waited for it
Capering, I donned anxiety
Just so I can behold a beautiful zenith.
Though sublimed by the mind
I gaze until it blinks and nudge me a smile.
I am the master of this beautiful zenith;
It makes me beautiful ugly things
Look! Even this scraggy scoria of a tree
Which was wrinkled now bask in glory
Who said darkness was dark?
Who said devil's own aura is evil?
Come! This light-darkened view on my mental canvass
Will be an icicle that will chill
thy besmoked tower to my ness.

No Rain

Bring the unfortunate ones, fortune
Under the adder of a serpent
Hallowed in a cave of light hearts;
Anchored with a weightless ship which
Revels howling seas
In spite screams of finless sharks.

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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