Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
Lightning:
A Collection of
Autobiographical
Poems
by
About to Give In
On the jetty I sat,
with a tsunami of gloom
a-washing my emotions.
As passers-by became never-minds
and as snickering folks became yellow as yolks,
hued by the sunset,
from a cracked egg of no shame,
I was about to give in.
2
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
3
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Thinking of You
I am thinking of you,
yes, you!
When I see those smooth red petals,
that wave you give when the wind blows.
the kiss of love you permeate at nights,
the aroma you grabbed my hearts desire with,
I was thinking of you,
yes, you,
I was thinking of you over there last night.
I am thinking of you,
No, not you,
but her.
When she caressed my emotions,
she manhandled them but I loved it.
That charm she presents when she speaks,
the hugs and kisses that float around her head,
the touch of her hand that makes you unconscious,
I was thinking of her,
not you, but her,
I was thinking of her over there last night.
I think of you,
yes, you,
each time I peer out the window
and see you in all your glory.
Going through your seasons
4
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
I thought of you,
yes, you
when I used to see you smiling,
I sat idly by,
when I used to see you blossoming,
I sat idly by.
When I used to see you withering,
I sat idly by.
I sat idly by thinking of you.
But now you are gone,
I still think of you.
Yes, you.
You comfortably seated over there.
5
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Sunday Mornings
The birds sing lustily,
with a pride that no lion can possess.
But human beings cry,
with a wail that signals distress.
The birds sing of the weekend,
a Friday of hope,
human beings sing of Sunday,
a sad, dark, dreary Sunday morning.
6
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Bounty on my Life
Laser marks rest in concentric tandem on my temple.
Bullet holes soon to become part of my garb.
My bodyguards conspired and left the circle.
And now I fail to realise that I am vulnerable.
My comrades have given awaya my hideout,
behind the banana leaves.
I stand in the middle of a mental field,
conceptually butt naked.
With a bounty on my life.
7
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Hummingbird as an Eagle
Singing shamelessly on fences
with posts that pierce confidence
like sewing needles pierce to perfect.
8
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
9
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Childish Contemplations
Infancy signals beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
Infancy characterizes the beauty of the beheld.
The way you so gracefully move on the tiles of doom,
the way you run into the arms of my heart,
much to societys gloom.
Blossoms bloom,
confined to a dark room.
You smile, you shirk,
or so I think.
You run and frolic
I stand over you,
you smile.
I stand over you,
you smile.
I watch you grow,
I lose my love for you.
I flog you,
you giggle excessively.
10
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
A Bed of Stone
I lie
in judgements hallowed bed.
I sing in tunes of dead singers
crazy and profitable thoughts.
The roses have withered,
and calcified into petals of bones
and stalks of no shame,
roots of no more glory
but of glorified disdain.
I arise
from judgements hallowed bed.
I peer at its antiquated clock
and see the gallows of humans,
lining up.
My time has come,
my time has come,
and as the wreaths are laid
and they water my grave,
and wait for the seasons turn.
I lie on a bed of stone.
No regrets;
I just wish I were not alone.
11
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Quiet Contemplation
People come and go,
they say.
But shouldnt going be more glorified?
Should the departure of men
be celebrated in quietness?
Should not it be made global?
announced ubiquitously?
should not the arrival of the new
be done in quiet consideration?
Should not renaissance be sacred?
Should not we fear death
and admire new life?
As the wind of death blows.
we should not be cooled by its cold hands.
12
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Pain
The greatest pain in life is emotional,
no, not physical, not mental, not social.
The tug of war that my mind experiences,
the harshness of the ropes synthetic material
is abrasive.
I try to move,
I try to appreciate,
but the pain is too much.
My emotions are entangled in controversy,
I wait for good news,
I laugh to ease the burden,
I want the pain to be over,
but surely Ill die before.
13
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
On My Way
Inspired by the greatness of hundreds,
destroyed by the hatred of millions,
I am on my way.
14
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Hell
Have you ever thought of Hell being cold?
Yes, indeed that place we go when we become old.
Does my weird view scare you?
Why worry?
15
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
16
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
I realize
The work goes unrealized
and I am yet to realize.
I pour my heart out,
give of my time,
give of my advised spirit,
but you love me not, I realize.
17
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Relaxed Confusion
I smoke my pipe,
kick back and smile.
I feed the dog that ran away but I had no time to search
for.
He eats out of his plate and barks in satisfaction.
18
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Obstructed View
I hear the noise,
I know the noise,
It beckons me to peer,
It beckons me to ask.
I am in bed,
I am too lazy,
thoughts race through my mind,
I have no idea where I could be,
I have no idea who I should,
Who I would be if I look.
I get up finally,
I look out the window,
the noise is there but I see nothing,
the noise gets closer, louder, closer, louder,
then suddenly I am dead with a bullet in my head.
19
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
20
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
21
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
22
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
IT IS FINALLY OVER
What started as a friendship,
Ended in the unwanted hatred,
We allowed the common man to interrupt,
Leaving me in huge despair,
It is not time to part ways,
Please, for me, give a chance,
I am a sad guy, showering in my tears,
Tears created by the act of man,
If my words mean nothing,
Then I simply say please forgive me.
23
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Longest Spirit
It is unknown and beautiful.
It is cloaked in excellent spirit and charm.
It is bemoaned at the highest level,
As its flowers bloom through all seasons.
It is ugly by day and beautiful by night.
It is a fighter in good and submissive in plight.
His attitudes and behaviours are camouflaged in his
spirit.
His intentions unknown but beautiful.
His longest spirit is not by day nor by night but by
grace.
24
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
25
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
I dont know
I dont know if I have friends,
I dont know if I am a friend,
I dont know if friendships exist,
for those silly things are transient.
26
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Conflicting Assignments
Why cant a woman be king
and a man a queen?
Why cant a child be an adult
and an adult a child?
Why cant fair weather be stormy
and sunny weather bad?
Why cant night be day
and day be night?
Why cant cold be hot
and hot be cold?
but then
I wonder why I cant be
who I really want to be.
I wonder
27
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
I wonder
28
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Dark Days
For in dark days we know not light,
but we find solace in darkness.
We befriend the absence of light,
so much so that we ourselves,
in all our glory,
in all that genuinely make us human,
become dark, evil and grossly impure.
Our blood runs red no more;
we are de-humanized
for indeed we shall seek vengeance
in these our dark days.
29
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Cough
You know there is hatred in the air
when spiced aromas smell different,
when flowers no longer give that kiss of death
when you no longer cough the night away.
30
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
Hibiscus
With petals bright and roots grown dark,
snowy drops of natures bloom,
pitter patter of morning sweat,
draw me near to a mid morning fret.
The presence of thy mind is what shows
but the hatred of thine heart is hidden.
Hidden beneath the wings of the dove
that you loved, love, like.
31
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
A Poetic Understanding
Words written or spoken
possess a power of supernatural origin.
Oer ears implied,
they live on minds that bear,
the substance of a dream.
The residue of hope.
A hope that belongs to the painful rhymes,
the colourful assonances,
the dreadful similes,
the power metaphorical expression and understanding.
Stanzas that are born of intellectual thought,
through by and of a sad dream,
or of happy nightmares.
The understanding is and shall remain,
the feature of a poets anguish, his pain.
A poetic world, that no one can live in
but the poet himself.
His mind is set on
the rhetorical question that is answered in his mind
the rhyming words that sound ever so different
the sonnet that exceeds fourteen lines,
the world is left in confusion
for only a true poet will ever experience
the poetic understanding,
a poetic understanding,
the poets sacred cow.
32
Rol-J Jalenn Eardley Williams:
Thunder and Lightning: A Collection of Autobiographical Poems
33