Title: *The Blue Frock

Title: *THE BLUE FROCK* - Art Animation by Rev.Bola

Title: *The Blue Frock*

Waiting alone in the immaculate-blue frock he had so often praised, with the cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, Talulah West, Student Nurse, thought once more of Taylor “sharp nosed” Maknut, the brilliant student who had wanted to make her the centre piece of his academic essay. He was now, according to the gypsy woman, struggling for life in the Amazon Jungle.

Then came a knock at the door, and she rose to face the inevitable. He was here! “Come to me, my angel — my pristine angel!” he breathed, passion igniting his strong features, and as the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, she wordlessly let her body melt against his own.

[Short Tale by Rev.Bola - c. 23.Sep. 2016]

Title - *Free Breathing

Title - Free Breathing 

Breathing in great need like
A full wave about size.
Where was the sweet color then?
Wondrously, wondrously, gentle.
Yet there's life about the 
rebirths and the rainbows.
When do breezes become locks?
Time, love, and ever time.
Homes breathe and about 
Them love breathes too!
Meaning is a dead lover 
Before transformation and time.

Homes sought cheeks 
Like giddy roses winking.
Smiles felt the rainbow 
Upon the aching love, 
Wondrously but gamely.
Gently, devotedly, cravenly.
To find, we made. 
To seek, we sought.
Stumble wondrously like
A sunny day upon feeling.
Where is the luminous moon, 
That gentle love of now?
God embraces...
Silently.
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Nonsense Poetry by Rev.Bola
[copyright: 20 Sep.2016]
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Title: *SUMMER POETRY - 2016*

Title: *ORANGE SUN* - Visual Prayer Art by Rev.Bola 

Poem 1.

Title: * What Colour is Summer *

The orange sun is found

Silently meeting Faith, 

Through every colour;

Triumphing gently like a 

Vigorous violet season

in bloom.

It winks, just for a while,

As white cloud rapidly

Reveals a blue lover.

It never compels,

The jet black night,

Nor faces it alone,

By uninviting rich shades 

Of colour, and not including 

Gentle tones of white.

For, where is its 

Full range in that?

And what after all, 

Is its true colour?

Divine Presence, 

Presents itself as a

Cool, and calming 

Silver smile;

Fulfilling, full faith

And feeling,

 With its exquisite blending

 Of blacks and whites

Thus,

Through myriads

Of courageous tones 

And majestic hues,

Can we thereby witness, 

How sweetly,

All true love endures.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[copyright: 7.July.2016]

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Title: *THE COLOUR OF SUMMER* - Animated Art by Rev.Bola [Summer 2016]

Poem 2

Title: *Stormy Beds of Passion*

Whether over or under cover,

The re-birthing breathes on.

Therein, lies passion within 

The fears and the heights.

Yet, does only one cheek

Arise as a hot rose.

No, they don't always 

Bring forth rainbows,

Nor do they always 

Embrace with hate.

Alas, by desire, one has sought 

The eye, and the light of God!

The wild vision has been granted.

So why not simply enjoy the gaze?

Then, go kisss...

And embrace those stormy beds!

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[7.July.2016 - ARR}

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Title: Against a yellow cat

Title: Against a yellow cat

Old knuckles doth shake 
the hearty shark of browsers,
And the grey rat of bummer,
A loose goose is like 
a spite of trousers,
Without a tiny summer.
Against a yellow cat,
There once with a brief mat.

A sleek puppet chosen,
Do not stand at the 
creepy fella and christen,
He was ambrosian,
On the moat is a
place where I listen.

Who is that dawning 
like a human?
Look at the naked, 
new noose of shiny preachers,
But a brunette frill 
shoots with the cumin,
Those wet features.

i am a caregiver, 
someone who cares about u?
 i dont care about your
age, sex, or race, 
the drooliest would
judge you, by your face.

i had cried wishing
that your dreams are
all beautiful
in are own way
i'm all alone in 
a blender watch it spin
round like a kitten over
fields of white falling
like a bad day
the light of the sea.

please, dad oh please! 
one day to be 4-gotten
it's me again...
don't kiss a guy
without adult supervision. 
i didn't then i am like silk
put our thoughts too hard for
anyone else to think.

i wander from demention
to demention,
from world to world,
and find nothing
but an eerie
silence a
river of blood
still flowing
trickling down the
street across the snow.
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Poetry by Rev.Bola
{Feb.2016}
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Title: Whatever

Title: Whatever

Energies scowl, smooth

impulsive bell-ringers call

coldly, bleak cherries

adolescent pauses

impish barren jaguars blow

prudently snide stare

Look to nightly skies

pouring from your

heart and lips

Sitting down to dine

The bitterness of

your cold eyes

My blood won't

make me forget

this nightmare

I must escape

my wounds I

can't tear myself

from the darkness

torn paper children

ending begins

when I died

Tear-stained

face calling.

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Poetry by Rev.Bola

[Mar.2016]

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Title: Purpose with Projection

Title: *SPIRITUAL GROWTH* Light Orb painted by Rev.Bola

Title: Purpose with Projection

Surprises curtain 

bottle frostbite sins 

scent melancholic

Denver joints

beggars flames 

languor tears swing 

keylime stalker

handsome and berserk 

saxophone chortles, 

murky dead and copious

pain meows, nude liquids 

ranting bee mimics, smug

coagulation a woman in the branches a tissue of lies 

I met her 

on probation 

all hunched over.

        

I can still recall 

those training 

pants she wore.

    

She was 

crawlin' through 

the prairie in

 the twilight,

        

And I knew 

she'd bought 

her dentures 

in a store.

Well ... 

    

Her rabbi said 

I'd warp her 

mind forever.

        

She said to 

me let's order 

up some pie.

   

But who'd 

have thought

 she'd sky dive 

at the hoedown.

        

But that's the way

 that pygmies 

say goodbye.

ghosts of factories forest deer culled by the road truths scratched from the dirtTangled within the dark wings of lustful desire, I await thy 

arrival my love

Each cloud-like 7

touch of mine, dies to explore every inch of thy sacred valleys 

and holy arches

Tangled within

 the dark wings of lustful desire, I await thy 

arrival my love

Each cloud-like 

touch of mine, dies to explore every inch of thy sacred valleys 

and holy arches

I gaze upon 

thy jeweled eyes,with sinful thoughts of thy icy kisses 

upon my neck

I stand before you. 

Thy humble servant seeks only to please thy royal satin flesh and 

silky skin

I gaze upon 

thy jeweled eyes, with sinful thoughtsof thy icy kisses 

upon my neck

I met her in a treehouse with a jogger; I can still recall  the hearing aid she wore; She was talkin' in Swahili with Led-Zeppelin,      and I knew that she would be an easy score; She asked me if I'd hate her dog forever; She said to me man wasn't meant to fly; But who'd have  thought she'd turn green on  her 'Workmate'; She sent a hired  thug to say goodbye. After the rain of tears the leaves cry, Beside the river of discord the women sing, In the streets of the dance the young ones journey, In the dream of wanting young lovers speak, Inside the meaning of discord the trees escape. ------------------------------------- Mixed Poetry by Rev.Bola [copyright: 1.Mar.2015 -ARR] ------------------------------------------

Title: Moggy Chuckles

Title: *GENIUS* - Visual Prayer Art by Rev.Bola

Title: *Moggy chuckles*

Shall I compare thee 

To a parsimonious tent?

Moggy chuckles,

He did vent,

Bad buckles.

For a vague hand triples,

Those red ripples,

The happy, hilly 

heaven of stream,

Until the sun sniffs 

and you dream.

An aware pair of brass!

That weepy, whiny 

wall of glass,

Let it end with 

the rebels of the river,

Then you really 

should deliver.

Above the hill is 

a place where she trips,

Above the dale is 

a place where she clips.

Forget the crazy 

greet of the void,

There once was

a leaky humanoid

who by right was

gamely employed,

A puppet of

Zucchini,

that knits, spits,

then quits.

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*Nonsense Poetry*

by Rev.Bola

[copyright: 27.Feb.2015 -ARR]

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