Johnny Psalm Poems
|1.||A Visionary Reader||11/2/2012|
|2.||My First And Final Wish||11/9/2012|
|3.||A True Friend With A True Mind.||12/9/2012|
|4.||Abiku: The Wasted Issue||2/17/2013|
|5.||The Eyes Of Critics||6/17/2013|
|6.||Home Of Solitude||6/28/2013|
|9.||The Art Of Writing||11/10/2013|
|11.||The Trojan Horses||11/21/2013|
|16.||Give Me Your Wisdom, Grandpa (Ballard)||6/22/2013|
|17.||The Journey Of The Great Ones||11/9/2012|
|18.||A Midnight Walk In Atazar....Sonnet||11/28/2012|
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A Midnight Walk In Atazar....Sonnet
I marked the funeral pile of summer leaves,
The headless stumps and fireflie fluttering the wings,
The rustic spade captively stuck to the field.
I picked the spade and glided down the glittering rills
Where I saw many children earlier gathering fireflies,
The mothers gathering awls, the fathers tilling,
And babies cooing to partake in chasing fireflies,
The masters drinking and the peasants grumbling
I grabbed the spade and thought of other way,
Than chasing fireflies or grumbling like the peasants.
The peasants strives in vain, their rusting ...
My First And Final Wish
The rich man's barn isn't meant for me,
So I don't slumber when cock crows early.
Let's till the earth and clear the spring
While others crush and dine and gossip.
Come and join hands to till earth with me,
Light glitters and glows, flickers and quench,
Until nightfall, who knows who'll sleep
In the rich man's barn and eat his dog meal
And who'l sit among the eminents to speak.