Mr joghe
Mr joghe
Nov 30, 2022
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All Is Well

Myriad thorns are my head-rest
That ejaculate pain through their fibrous roots into my blood,
Misery endows my eyes with tears
Pinches my heels and ass,
In this, I believe all is well.

On-lookers wait to sympathize
As if I’m dead
Mockers engulf my dominion
To kick my head around the corners,
In this, I believe all is well.

I intend to fly in the sky
They pluck my wings
And tramp upon them;
Because of my situation
They name me
Tell me to grow old
Under thunder and lightening
Not forever it goes
In this, I believe all is well.

Going far from my tavern
To beg for food,
Those I call backbone enslave me
They throw me around like a rag
Appraise me with a bastard eulogy
Chanting abusive songs
Just for me
In this, I believe all is well.

Always say throughout my life
That all is well
When the tunnel is blocked
When hands entangled in the war booties
While my lips seal-up
Just like sugarcane plantation workers
I believe all is well
Until the sky is brighter without cloud.
Let everybody shout all is well.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: My real self.

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Osun, NGA

Favorite Poets: William Wordsworth

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Comments

Jackweb

A very comforting affirmation used by mostly Christians. No matter the hardships, the shackles that held us bound; one's faith and hope need to be alive! I read your beautiful heart touching piece,
Touch of reality! Fascination in every line.
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Lavender

A strong illustration of oppression and repression. The imagery is staggering. Well done.
Lavender

Geezer

of a religious man, but I thought of the comparison between this character and Christ. I suppose that ever there will be,
martyrs, that will give their lives for the cause of freedom and the deliverance from tyranny. You do a fine job in delivering that message.

[in] the sky

[and tramp upon them]

When the tunnel is block[ed]

When hands get entangled [in]? the war booties

Let everybody [shout] all is well

I don't think that I need to explain these things
as we have done them before. ~ Geezer.
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