The Choice And The Woman Poem by Timothy Faboade

Endless can human desires forever be
And the great Desires' fire
Can outweigh and beat a sea
And ruin many an unbeatable empire.

They will for at least an age be high
Like the Nepal stone and Eiffel Tower
Which poke a finger each at the Sky
For theirs are height and power.

With a choice, the mind should
Be sealed and like a gate shut,
And nothing, idea or matter, should
Unseal such once it's shut.

The alternative's eyes, glowing faces
Lure and fake the floating mind
That at one spot swings and sways
And as such they the mind bind.

Muse! The inspirer of many bards
Consecrate me, a naive, to write
And red inks on my blank cards
As I rise to make man right.

Nature in its infinite mercy on her
Bestowed and kept a great treasure
Of beauty that all eyes were
Made to adore her with pleasure.

She sprang like a fair, fine rose
Full of incense and morning dew
That makes butterfly's abode new,
And the Sun, too, posed its nose.

She weighed more than a load of raw
Gold, not on the scale, but eyes,
Her rare figure added much more
To make the eyes not to bid a bye.

From her infancy through childhood
She was an emerald, new and fresh
Like the newest comer to the world hood,
Who has glory in pure heart and flesh.

She grew like lily in innocence
With a fortune spent on her skins
Treated with Arabian breath and incense,
A pride and gold to her kiths and kins.

Her Absalomic hair, which shone
Like status cast in brass placed
In the sun, many a plaiter phoned
And with flowers it was laced.

Her cheeks, so succulent without a spot
Or an earthly, distorting mark,
Execpt the one she Heavenly got
Oh Heaven! Bear witness and hark!

The learned bards their precious inks
While painting this Dame lost
Their brains searching for words to link
This brightest with corporeal were tossed.

Oh! A million tongues were nothing
To hallelujah this gem gifted to the world,
An eye-soring, heart-upsetting thing
Known to be only good as a word.

Clad in wealthy cloaks, ornaments,
Branded in chiefly, cherished beads
She grew with no known confinement
Like a product of a healthy seed.

Then, among all many maidens
She stood upright and out,
While for beauty others wandered about,
She'd the attention of all eyes as a maiden.

If still by then being a living mortar,
Aphrodite and Venus out of envy
Of this gem might grow many
Enmity that would make them falter.

As her moon was becoming full,
She became the only shrine of Love
Though then she was as meek as dove
And to herself many Adams she'd not pull.

Kings of various near and far towns
Their heralds they sent for her hand
In a marriage, but none of these crowns
Could with a ring this finest finger brand.

Like long, thick drops of rain
The Chiefs' sweats for years looked
Just to a place in her heart booked,
And they rumbled, stumbled in vain.

Many a man of great noble birth,
Whose fixed gaze was on the lady
With a heart of winning the maid
Came to add to the thoughtful mirth.

Tillers who built a pyramid of yam
Placed their heartily bids at her feet
Vowing to all her needs meet.
But who or which could be a scam?

The orators employed their tool
Lying in-between the mouth thorns,
But all their songs were mere wools
In the wind, their love pieces were torn.

Men of wood and clay, known for creation
Without breath of life too presented,
To get their ailing luck cemented,
Many shapes of hers for love sensation.

The task of making a flawless choice
In the midst of a stream of options
Echoed and aired by struggling voices
Calls for patience without option.

How can the sky Lord, Jove be free
In this mild tussle or Juno, his queen
Of both hatred and envy for who'd been
So turbulenced to make a forced knee?

Would Paris have courted Helen, a Princess,
The main fuel of the mythical melee
If this fairest of all was at the age be
And have rare peace in excess?

In the whirlpool of sweet tongues
She had her hourly, quick bath
Though oblivious of the path
To walk all the rhythmic songs.

All made Love-rites for her heart
That was being tempered like waves
On the sea, so she opened up to pave
Ways for the suitors to enter her heart.

Having the stainless, fearless one
As her own was her only dream
And not until that, she'd not be done
Pointing to their faces the planet beams.

She visioned her later days with ecstasy
As the suitors continued to stream in,
To garner this, she added more efficacy.
Her goal, never, was thin.

The scent and blossom of the bright
Flower planted where water passed
Spread and flew higher even out of sight
Unto the minds of the ages past.

How could this trending Lovers' clash
Be halted and fiery swords sheathed?
That bouquet of flower they almost smash'd
When the swords fleed their sheaths

Oh fair Angel! To your heart listen
None of all before you was faultless,
In your decision be dauntless,
And never try to it quicken.

Her labyrinths were disastrously deaf
On the path of suiting her precious self
After the unquenchable intoxication
Of pride of being a Bride beyond elucidation.

To emotional crash she's driven
Blind to the dooms that herald fame
Thought that for her no way for shame
For unto her all Adam souls were given.

Legions of legs flooded her home,
Which could beat the ancient Rome,
With flowers, diamonds, silvers, golds,
In many millions, weighty folds.

Sated by all these, she put on smiles
And convinced, all the luck-testers
Both near and from myriad miles,
Her seeming humblest heart they'd not pester.

Her drivers to the world more gifts,
From these men they received
And every day comically deceived,
The sharing almost ignited a rift.

Oh! Fairest, finest of all damsels
Never be buried in these luring tinsels
That would only blur your sight
And shred your endowed might!

But she seemed to be a deaf dog
That would never hear the hunter's call
Because she's was meant to fall,
And perhaps herself could bog.

All eyes conferenced on the maiden,
Who with Adamic options was laden,
Watching and waiting for the groom
Who should be with no known doom

Like the Pavlov's dog, the poor salivated
At the food they couldn't smell.
From the norms they dared not deviated
And their hearts they couldn't tell.

Their feelings died in the wombs
And buried in the darkest region of mind,
Darker and smaller than any tombs
Because the pride price they couldn't find.

Years rolled in, years rolled out
She grew like others in age
As words never ceased from mouths
Then, she began to settle for marriage.

But what of the sinister of the Affair
Alluded to be from the Jointer, God
Who they all expect to drive with fair
What human race has given a nod.

Of all the men there was one
Whose lots appeared heavier
Than the rest present and gone
And even quite than others steadier.

He came to her ever busiest door
Every morning and when night arrived,
He left for home with nothing derived
Save her fixed words to love him more.

Several sweet love hymns he wove
For this lady, he became a nightingale
So, he sang scented songs of love,
That through her heart heartily sail'd.

His great god-given face grew famous,
His name flooded all the lips,
In the quest, he made many men slip
And die in all ways so conspicuous.

By earth and heaven he severely swore
To be in love with her even before
She arrived in this whirled world
And that the love's beyond word.

'Sweetest and best of all Brides,
Listen to my mouth and my vows
In my dreams, you by my sides
I blissfully have: like egrets and cows.

'My love-thirsty tongue your love
It's meant to all living ears to air
And my heart at yours stares.
A flawless love to find is tough.

'Like the beautiful, fresh morning
Springing from the very far Heaven
In my abode you'll have a haven
Void of any form of earthly mourning.

'Oh Lady, upon truth I make my
Vouch for you and only you
Behold the days gradually passing by,
Please, let all my dreams come through.

She broadly smiled and replied,
'All my life I intend to give you,
Upon you my heart has relied
And I love you to make it new.

'My beauty I cherish so much
From now till Heaven comes
And that alone I greatly clutch
It covers all my sums.

'A Heaven and its Throne I want
In my earth from the very man
Who shall be at my back and front
Left and right and with me stand.

'A common wife's dominated life
Never suits my special taste
A man I'll never and never strive
To please, not in my haste.'

Her demands she wittingly tabled
Before the standing to-be groom
Whose heart never bred lethal doom,
The subject of this thought fable

When the night light was blue,
They sat near a mild, fine lake
Feeling all the nature and its hue
All for blind Love's sake.

Birds sang and musically whistled,
The breeze came gently on their skins,
Against one another they nestled,
Love, if plain, doesn't amount to sin.

'At my threshold you'll be in a Queen
On whose command all shall be
And your wishes in your mind so keen
My commands, too, shall be.

'The moon in the sky and the star
From one another are never far
All other ladies I will quickly bar
And their aged approaches mar.

'The proud sun before you shall bow
After I present you to all
That you're the mother of my Hall
Lady, I'll build your dreams now.'

The two lovers' tonic talk reached
The blossom of a happy ending
And wholly, stainless Love they preached
As the duo's hearts together were blending

Towards the altar they found their way,
The creams of the world graced
The most awesome and joyful day
That was expensively and lavishly laced.

Crowns, swords, pens were present
In all forms of best of all attires
With grandiose golden presents
As priceless as sapphires.

The crawling ants, insects of the ground
Dined to their very vessels' bound
Excess wine poured on the floors
And much more in the massive stores.

Then, at a corner was one aggrieved
Melancholic, looking like a bereaved
Brooding, lamenting like a war
Victim subjected to loneliness law.

Neither wine nor cake he would take
But the tears flowing like a river
In his heart when he saw his rival
He thought to be nothing but fake.

He forced out some hexed smiles
In other to mask his sinister,
As he ringed the former spinster,
Who posed in different styles.

The wishers', couple's joys were
his pains and deadly heart-stroke,
A crooked finger to them he poked
Where the elated souls were.

Sober, he healed his huge wound
Having on the rise his downed hope
Which was about to ground.
So, he thought to cut the tied rope.

When his tolerance reached its peak,
He bowed to the humming pressure,
And at the back door away sneak'd
Hoping to meet her in the future.

With everything he served the Wife
So she could love the union,
He almost became her minion
In their celebrated married life.

Ah! What goodness lies in Marriage?
Had they pictured the mirage
That gathered at its huge back
To make the union like wall crack?

Slowly, the Love began to fade
As a hyper-washed, aged rag,
It's vanishing beneath the shade,
Then, the Prince began to nag.

Flowers, diamonds, gold, the plaintive man
With lines, verses and rhymes sent
And near her villa he went
Where men had been bann'd.

Remember Chaucer and his Tales?
Then, this should not be new
Though on this is the pure dew
Covered by black, big veils.

The other outside she lovely eyed
And the one clustered to her iced:
There's love, but no compromise,
A backbone of the altar Promise.

She thought him to be much better
Than the lucky man who gave
Her nothing but much more fever
And her interests waved.

And how could she her way out
Find to have the beckoning alternative,
Sometimes in the castle she'd be evasive
And she'd no voice to shout.

A hell she created in the heaven
Its priceless peace she wilfully whirled
As she moved to make it an oven,
She every day and night curled.

Exhausted of all patience, one day
The weary husband to her chamber
Went. There she was with sorrow lay
Having nothing good to remember.

'Oh my jewel, my beautiful glory,
Tell me your tear-furrowed story
That makes everything seem gory
Perhaps I need to say a sorry.

'Pour out, my lady, all the grievances,
Listen to my plea with no defiance,
Loose your full dense mind's bank
To fill in my yearning ear's tank.

'Who's troubled your tender peace
And shredded your heart into pieces
Why will our young love sneeze
And yet-younger, union freeze? '

Lips glued, tongue stuck to the roof,
Would she need more proofs?
She released the flood of tears
Flowing on her cheeks with fears.



Ah! Muse! Would man for the second time
Though of different climes
Be blinded by blemish, faulty Love
Whose corner stone was rough?

'Oh Sweet Lady, my Love is pure
Unity in our union is very sure
And forever I'll love you,
Please, let my dream come through.'

He helped wipe the rising torrent
For he wanted to know her woe
That turned her to a ferocious foe
Be it then, later or perhaps current.

When she eventually dispensed the flood
That retarded her peace in the castle,
She goofed and mired her mantle,
Oh! Let the nip be in the bud!

'In the whirlpool I had my bath
When looking for that perfect path
To tread and lead me to another life
Birthed by a union to make me a wife.

'My eyes were inaptly blinded
As I up my heart quickly winded,
And I am led or dragged to this wood
In which I have the bereaved mood.

'That cursed day, Lord, I now rue
All moves to make me glad fall through
For my mind has travelled away
And forced the onset Love go astray.

'Let my body be where my soul lies
Unto my newest heart I want to fly.'
Poorly and weakly she announced
And his good name denounced.

Shouldn't there be perfection, Muse,
In what the Heaven holily fuses?
Or in its highness free fair furore
On the blessed, canonized love shore?

He picked his broken heart and said,
'To where, Lady, has your soul fled
Back to the altar or Dido's bloody shrine?
Wait! And stay for an age with mine!

'Lady, listen, to here you're not bound
Though as if you're you sorely sound
I'm not a hilarious, hunting hound
To a nice home miraculously mound.

'If flying away suits your livid interest
And the affection you'll more detest
Upon all the fondly love I invest,
Fly away, fly to have another union test.

'Large for you are my dear dreams
Full of bright, light, mighty beams,
Behold their rays and heavy gleams
Coming like a blue, humble stream! '

The withered Love finally died
Divided into two separate sides
The two hearts voraciously vied
And so the celebrated, hyped union died.

She couldn't offer the cheap sacrifice
Of satisfaction and contentment,
Their deficiency, in man, a vice,
That's to the poet, an amusement.

After a moon more, she left his Domain
None of her wealth was retained
As the solemned family divorced
And halted the once coveted rejoice.

With just five collars in attendance,
The second union was sealed
And another life she bent to wheel
With no trace of former redundancy.
Behind the door she started the journey,
Her expectations so large and many
From the new, hidden marriage
On a frail, feeble, poor Carriage.

Before she woke up from her slumber
The latest focus became weak
Although she seemed much humbler,
Her failure was there for her to speak.

'You're such a cursed ingrate
With an outlawed, hexed fate'
The other groom, tempered, roared
After the beast in her had soared.

He had no appetite for many words
Yet she was terrorizing his world
With various grudges tabled before him
Making the life of the affair to be slim.

He wished he'd never met the Fluke
Which had on flesh became a fluke,
Tormenting and whirling his sored soul,
Creating in his heart a deep hole.

The two after just two years
Characterized by complaints and fears,
They dropped the impasse and cut
The rope because of her one but.

Why couldn't she be an Elizabeth,
And join the league of Virgins,
No man married the first Beth,
She could have evaded the jinx.

Choice is never made when it's dark
Or at that moment when dogs bark
Or at a time when the wind howls
Or at a time when the irked sea howls.

She tasted more than a dozen
In the course of pleasing her mind
That was later like fish frozen
She thought the world was never kind.

The beauty, beleaguered, became vague,
She grew to look like a vile vulture
For she suffered from a poor culture,
Wouldn't she, then, nurture the plague?

All the agile heaven gifts down fell
All pride and glory deeply sank
All these, her dooms, were to knell
Before her life turned blank.

She floated in the turbulence of shame,
She lost in the discontentment game
And got bizarrely burnt in its flame,
Having been stripped of the fame.

Her tears surpassed Noah's Flood
She rolled direly in the regret mud
And brooded behind a big mask
Wailing, crying and weeping were he task.

She wished she had had a satiable
Tongue to sing satisfaction songs
Perhaps her marriage could be viable
And as envisaged last very long.

That ends my tangled, tangential tale
Whose head correlates with its tale
And the two air what I want to say
For today and any other day.