Quame Boatmann

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points (Cape Coast)

The Imminent Consort - Poem by Quame Boatmann

My valor gushed out
The moment I saw you
The strength to fight worn out
Like magic, no doubt
Your forename only do I speak
Oh lady with the lamp

I'm a chicken heart, it seems
But trust me, I’ve brought down thousands
Some as strong as the Tempter’s Supremes
Yet I stood to the overwhelming extremes
And I’m a superman was the notion
Till I met the uncanny contest

For years I battle a warrior within
The eerie compulsion to close in to you
Thinking you’re any other else, so I begin
But to you there’s none akin
And a triumph it was, my awful mendacity
Reckless of what lies on the fore

Then a trigger of your image
In my mind’s eye
Unleashing a dreadful damaging scrimmage
Like a choleric super storm in ice age
As relentless as the ocean tides
And the more I fight, the more I lose

So a new battle formation I plot
To win as I cease to fight
Victory out of defeat, my only best shot
A final journey to end this emotional rot
Passing through hell to hold you as egg
For lust lasts not but pure passion

Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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