Title: 'The Emptiness'

verse 1

Soar, wake.
With sharp seas
Command, arise.
With ill hands jump, swim.
Returning below the gnarled path,
as the even forest weeps,
She dives and the sky walks.
She is swimming in her own despair
wrenching, splattering.
Black roses are strewn on her path.
While she dreams on, the wicked night,
the blade slices into her deeply.
There is no life for her now, only death.
Could she find a lonelier place to be?
Uncaring, she is fallen,
and will never rise.
From her heart, endless loneliness.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness, yet.

verse 2
 

All poison,
beneath the tomb, they extort.
Splintering tentacles,
around trees, take cover!
The sin keeps on coming
evil and bright, over the gods.
She dusts glistening wraiths
around the dream.
Atone! The King shall free all from sin.
Beyond the dream-scape
He battles big noses in the land
Awake! The King will come again
translucent alive, over the horizon
A backward glance
out of whose dream
the traveller asks her way,
taking a chance.
 
Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 3
 

She anguished for him
Like a rose deeply touched
When her love fell placid.
A cold fantasy, swept in pretty.
A desire rumbled boldly forth
giving her a sudden jolt.
The spiritless stem agonised
for the fragile girl within.
I cried for her too,
For the placidity that engulfed her.
It gave her a soft fire.
A sweet passion, whisperered in her.
The desire stayed placid,
until a deeper fantasy cried out.
Its beautiful misery fell on her like
The captivating sun, shining a delicate flame.

Refrain: Oh! But this emptiness yet.

verse 4
 

She stands on the edge of space
each portion made of dust.
The wide flat dusty road and
jungles bounded on all sides.
Her kisses caress the grateful sun gently
The tender flower graces the beautiful rose
with exuberant and exquisite hugs.
She chases her own tail -
truths, scratched from the dirt.
forest deer, culled by the road
listen, quiet and still.
Motion, wheeling up high,
trapped in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 5
 

Green, waiting dry grasses,
and neon road bars.
That maybe something,
in the quality of light,
the debris of modernity.
Time claims its victory now.
Each dawn, the broken calls.
Flower petals, diffuse fog,
winged seeds, leaves.
Glory birds, golden and orange,
Scraps of blue paper.
Suburban jets of gas aflame,
Drying paint on native skin,
trapped, in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.

verse 6
 

A child cries out from the jungle.
Black fingers and arms
shrouding, shaking
Around, all around....
The shadows gather.
Her dread grows, as doom's scythe
falls against her skin.
It smites her,
and darkly her blood
drips to the swirling dust.
In distress she screams out his name
as oblivion hovers close.
Alone now, her fervent plea
falls upon uncaring ears,
trapped in the constellation.

Refrain: Oh! But the emptiness yet.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola Animashaun
(Copyright: 18.12.11 -ARR)

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Title: 'THE DREAMER' - Poetry and Art

Title: 'THE DREAMER' 33 /C.Penc_Mix  (From Set) by Rev.Bola

The Dreamer

Dreaming in her pallor of gold 

lulling them asleep among the foliage;
her sweet madness teeming like sands;
that by starlight, 
framed a small branch!

In the wine 
of daylight and flower

  a trail of mad kisses -

nearest where her star 
had wept rose-colour.
 

In a slumbering alder 

hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: 

and the gaudy lotus tree

a pale street lamp

A small rustle of wings
embroidered with black moss 

her great veils rising
and the murmuring waters 
but endless

As she was floating down,

in the long violet coagulations,
dropping lichens of sunlight 

with low-hanging sun,

she speckled the scented twilight

of pearl skies.

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Poetry and Art by Rev.Bola A.

(Copyright: 17Dec11 -ARR)

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Title: '15 Humorous, Nonsense and Gibberish Poems'

Title:'DREAMSCAPE 6 /Oil - From Set by Rev.Bola < Prints Available For Sale >

1. Above The Dream-scape

All hot under the ground

I condone dream-like wishes

Alas! The end shall flee

Quite sensual is the fog

We poke flying fangs near the elves

Awaken! The passion is good

Strange and tiny against the slime

Your precious olive green envy

Atone! The passion is over

Wavering, grieving

On the edge of the world

A ticking clock

In how many places

A time tracker

Unlearning a past

And trying to remember.

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2. All Cut Up

Capricious enticement whispers suggestively,

As stout chivalry languishes bleakly,

Dingy battle-axe usurps caressingly,

As travelled vessel turns abruptly,

Deliberate degeneration watches blankly,

As throbbing laundromat churns fiercely,

Disciplined service sighs undesirably,

As open creationism laughs hysterically,

Agnostic party frowns grimly,

As plastic smile cools mortally,

Sharp vortex points glaringly

As vestigial towel dries sparingly

Vibrant condescension spreads impersonally,

As concrete enticement shrieks expectantly,

Dark chivalry sullies blindly

As uniformed dream, crumbles completely.

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3. Sleep Creator

"Reflect!" shrieked the lethargic man,

The keeper of Sleeps

Last for the pummeling first for the jabbing

Now we lie!

With lightning strokes,

Rest shot forward;quickly, quickly

Piercing sounds, wails, cries

Briskly, Sleep clawed at the door--

It knew its love awaited behind

Dominating for fabricating swiftly done

Singing of contempt,

Dirt-like dreams were dreamt,

O Sleep what are you?

Down by the babbling brook the robin rests.

The otter explodes in a fit of rage,

Leaving in its wake a litter of crushed nut shells.

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4. The Generator

Of  fermented laughter

The wind aches for velvet landscapes.

A wet cave fiddles with the rapture of tentative sorrow.

A red rose ponders the morning's delight.

With frozen ecstasy!

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5. Barnaby I. Lorem

Just the good ol' boys,
Never meanin' no harm.
Beats all you ever saw,
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they were born.
Straight'nin' the curve, flat'nin' the hills.
Someday the mountain might get 'em,
But the law never will.

Makin' their way, the only way they know how,
That's just a little bit more than the law will allow.
Just good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could,
Fightin' the system like true modern day Robin Hood.
Barnaby The Bear's him name,
Never call him Jack or James,
He will sing his way to fame,
Barnaby the Bear's his name.
Birds taught him to sing,
When they took him to their king,
First he had to fly, in the sky so high
So high, so high so high so high,
So - if you want to sing this way,
Think of what you'd like to say,
Add a tune and you will see,
Just how easy it can be.
Treacle pudding, fish and chips,
Fizzy drinks and liquorice,
Flowers, rivers, sand and sea,
Snowflakes and the stars are free.
La la la la la, la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la....
Barnaby the Bear's his name,
Never call him Jack or James,
He will sing his way to fame,
Barnaby the Bear's his name.

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 6. Dadada

if

will-- way

harm bit

like some day

but they

the straight'nin'.

boys hood makin'

just all night

the good that's law

been boys

they know--

beats flat'nin'

in system you might

just never: no way

just could get good day

they.

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7. Sea Regenerator 

Die roughly like a tough cloud.

The reef endures like a warm sun.

Rise quietly like a dead shark.

The small captain tentatively

Commands the seashell.

Waves fall!

Suns travel!

Endurance, life, and love.

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8. Dig On Heretic

More endurance, more life, more love

A song of most omni-sophic stature

The people were flabbergasted

And ran off in droves

So, mask the answer, hide the cure.

I will sing my way to fame,

And look for two more lungs to clog.

This lethal conflict was once just a game

So, why do I still sound like a frog?

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9. Country Western Jibe

He met her in a tree-house wrestling gators;

He can still recall those training pants she wore;

She was smelling kind of funny but he loved her,

And he knew that she would be a crashing bore;

The painters knew he'd play 'Go Fish' forever;

She said to him man wasn't meant to fly;

But who'd have thought she'd turn pink with her guru;

She sealed him in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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10. Top cat Poeze

Top Cat!
The most

effectual

Top Cat!

Who\'s
intellectual

close
friends
get to

call
him T.C.,

providing

it\'s
with

dignity.
Top Cat!
The indisputable

leader

of
the gang.
He\'s

the boss,
he\'s
a pip,

he\'s

the
championship.
He\'s
the most

tip
top,

Top Cat.

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11. At Random

Verse One

Bubble tips quickly over fizzy stick

Screaming for crippled drink

Teapot tips crudely over pink pickle

And,

Pickle tips coolly over hot butter.

Verse Two

Flower shimmers quietly

Near the bushy sky

Growing on silver willow

Cricket shimmers lightly

Beside light grass as

Flower shimmers softly

Down on willow.

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12. The Rising

Girls rise like giant waves.

Reefs grow tall!

The stormy wind

Eagerly commands the sun.

The mast travels like a huge gull.

Enduring eagerly, the ocean bed.

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 13. Carved Out

Carved upon his heart
Is the name of an angel
-whom he'd shed tears for again and again

What amorous magic drives him
To gaze upon her skin,
-more delicate than a kiss at twilight?

His heart is bloodless and empty
Without her angelic voice,
-like gentle song comforting a wild beast

Oh sweet envy of Aphrodite!
Cast thy arrow of love into his heart
And consume it, with the flames of thy passion.

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14. A treasured memory 

A treasured memory is what

Remains for me to keep

Caress my hand and hold my heart

While our souls approach each other

This essence alone makes love divine—

It is a beauty that let's me catch my breath…

Marry us each day

Your every moment on this Earth.

A something found and lost in the first kiss

Because It still feels like

Dancing butterflies flutter in my chest

I sense the silkiness in the skin of your petals

And let my fingers curl on a stray tress

Power of lanterns mature

Generosity, the language of love

Now fills me with joy

Caress my hand and hold my heart

As her petals open.

Resting comfortably

This dance of love

As every day goes by

I love more about you.

You came to me

And now I hold you

And we walk, those sands of time.

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 15. Nonsense Love Poem

You are always on my mind

Here you will find my thoughts, outlined

My Nonsense Poet, my dear sweetheart

Let our roads never go apart

My Nonsense Poet,

You are unbelievably beautiful

Not having met you earlier

Makes me feel like a fool

Words cannot express

How you have captured-

This heart with success.

My Nonsense Poet,

You mean so much to me

I never knew this could be

You are my sweetheart day by day

I hope you will never go away

This humor is for you, I hope you will like it

Because to me, you are my biggest hit

I look forward to our next moment together

With you, my poems couldn't be any better.

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Humorous, Nonsense and Gibberish Poetry -

by Rev.Bola A. (copyright: 16 Dec 11 -ARR)

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Title: 'Ah, Blue Crowds!'

Title: 'BLUE CROWDS' 2 /Acryls - by Rev.Bola

Ah, blue crowds!
It is with brave cliffs they shroud,
Freaky sea,
Forget the chancy assess of the quay.
Look at the harmonious, 

hilly hair of squeaky pebbles,
Like robust, rainy racket for rebels.

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Poetry and Art by Rev.Bola A.

(Copyright: 14Dec11)

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Title: 'Master of Projection'

Master of projection,
you sniggering,
floppy eared
hound.

When courage is
needed,
you're never
around.

Those medals
you wear
on your
moth-eaten
chest
 

should be there

for bungling
at which

you do best.
 

So, 

stop the
pestering!

Stop your pestering,

Stop your pestering,

stop the

pestering,.

somehowwww!

Nab it,
jab it,
tab it
grab
it,

just stop the pestering

 now.

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Title: 'Bobby OK'

Hey there

where
you going?,

not exactly
knowing',

who says
you have
to call
just
one place
home?

He's
going
everywhere,
Bobby.
OKay
and his best
friend
Bear.
 

He just
keeps
on moving,

ladies
keep
improving

every day 

is better
than
the last.

New
dreams
and better
scenes,

and best
of all
paying no property
tax.

Rolling
down
to Dallas,

who's
providing

the palace,

off to New
Orleans

or
who
knows
where.

Places
new and ladies,
too,

It's
Bobby Okay
and 

his best friend
Bear.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
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Title: 'Dreams'

Dreams swell
nurturing through the night
as do they now
Crescent moons smiling down
while women where masks of
snuffed out candles
and smoky spirals.
Domino people
in black and white, parade
the shell of cracked vinyl
hidden faces against the wind
asking to be taught to kiss.
to laugh to cry; as they
ponder why?
It makes no difference
if its sweet or hot
or melting to a murky brown
or fascinating silvery blue.
Warm streams of light
as balled up fists
reflect the night
A thousand screams,
a thousand pains,
listlessly plotting cause
to strike a match,
in acrid air, acrid rain
For deep within, rage is fear.
Oblivion pervades
the shadows of each
And a microwave pings
the destiny bowl's
first outpourings
Kicking legs up in the air
out to lunch, out to flight
on lonely night.
Getting an itch for life
feeling my toes dancing
to a longer winter
woodland rain invigorating me
I pucker up and bluff more craven
I’m right, you’re right, no need to fight!
just seeking inner sight
and souls that reveal
how lucky we are
to be here, now.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola A
(copyright: 1Dec11 - ARR)
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