Renascence

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" Renascence "

Where the desert meets the sky
Or when you stand alone
on romantic shores
It's like being born into a new world
but yet you've felt it once before
When that perfect ball of fire rises
Mild silver , furious gold
Its delicious to your delight
a peering window through your naked soul
It reminds you nothing last forever
but still believe some things truly do
If the universe is truly timeless
then eternity is in its youth
Its at that moment when you realize
you can find it once again
That thing of beauty,
peace and love
Or a heart you've never met
Maybe something that you've lost
or maybe something you let go
Its still out there
and that's the trip
Always that feeling of wanting more
The possibilities of getting that back
or maybe letting go for good
Stand brave before your horizons
and let your hunger become your food

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.
Ferdinand Foch
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My Own Sunrise

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" My Own Sunrise "

Here I sit
beneath a melting sun
As I watch the moon rise
I slowly come undone
With frozen eyes
that steal the world
And I dream of a life
I dont deserve
From within my soul
I feel I've died
Wasps fill my head
killing the fireflies
That I've tried so hard
to protect
I wonder
Will my heart
ever beat again
Because Its filled with love
Yet lacerated
Quietly dark
and somewhat jaded
But if I do my best
Will You forgive
May I taste Your clouds
and kiss heavens lips
Before I fade away
into the night
I count my blessings
then become the light
With my eyes upon
shooting stars
Where my earthly body
is no longer scarred
Then with hope
I look up to neon skies
Inhaled the darkness
and drank from the sunrise
Swallowing parts of me
I will always own
But this hell was never
meant to be my home

Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

E. M. Forster

Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
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In A Blink Of An Eye

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Beneath the low muffles
Pedestrians shuffle
An average city day
Of hustle and bustle
A lovely days stroll
With no place to go
Still the worlds moving fast
But I'll remain slow
Because theres no movement
Unless I stand still
To give my heart a chance
To understand what it feels
The brilliance of designs
Engineered by our minds
And yet we lack passion
To save our own lives
Surveying the pavement
To the edge of concrete
When I became overwhelmed
By this vision I'd seen
It was for a brief moment
Yet I was surprised
When I saw her blue eyes
Staring back into mine
Butterflies came to life
It was love at first sight
Our approach became closer
And once again were her eyes
I felt a connection
Free from suggestions
Connected like dots
Lost in translation
But what I seen was a world
For this boy and that girl
Behind a white picket fence
And all this from a curb
Could she be the one
As the cat held my tongue
I brought the words to my lips
But my voice became numb
Them damn butterflies
They took me for a ride
I may be made of steel
But Im like butter inside
So without knowing her name
The light color changed
Then they all crossed the street
Moving on in their haste
She disappeared in a blur
Blending in with the world
And there I was standing
All alone on the curb
But with a smile I left
Without chance of regret
Or what if I spoke
The words my heart said
Still overjoyed with delight
It just wasn't our time
And she was gone from my life
In a blink of an eye

~ JJF ~
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness
~ John Keats ~
What we have here ladies and gentlemen is simply a failure to communicate … Cheers cheers
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Someone

In this world we all need someone
But at times alone and left with noone
The need for someone to always feel it
And when in pain someone to heal it
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Posted: Aug 2011
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Eudaimonia

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"'Eudaimonia'"

Crawling through my own collective
Overcoming lachrymosity
Changing my depths perception
A denial of Your effect on me
Beneath a glowing silver moon light
Swallowed thy caliginosity
Inhaling a redolent velvet sunrise
Of my sweetened insanity
Sardonically feeding the monster
Quietly I smile and just pretend
My enemies I will conquer
And destroy them in their halidoms
Then I'll climb the rainbow ladder
Catching raindrops of deflating dreams
Higher than any silver lining
I will lick all of my black clouds clean

~Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F~
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Posted: Jan 2016
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The Dash

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" The Dash "

August 1933 - May 2010
" Our Beloved Father "
Is what the tombstone read
If I could talk to him today
I wondered what he would say
Did he live a life of regret
Or live it fully all the way
What a life, an adventure
This person must have lived
All that he's seen, all that he did
But this date spoke to me in ways
only a soul could truly hear
So I listened with my heart
and not with my ears
The dash in the middle
is where the journey begins
Not the born on date
and surely not where it ends
For what you do in between
defines who we are
And where we'll ascend
to be one with the stars
So when I lie down in my bed
am I grateful for the day
And when I'm finally at rest
Will I have a smile on my face
Engraved on my headstone
I hope it will read
Forever loved and remembered
until eternity

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.
~Joan of Arc~
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The Artist

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" The Artist "

When an emotion
has found its thought
And the thought
has found its words
Poetry becomes a feeling
unlocking the universe
So it was there at the cursor
that I stared blankly for a while
In search of inspiration
but instead I fell
without a smile
It was at that moment I realized
let the world become the artist
So that I am but a thought
she is creating on a canvas
And with every stroke of her brush
a new thought had found its way
Expressions of firey gold
some dismal and some gray
Stratus clouds roll lazily through blue
reigning yellow beams of light
A descending stairway to the heavens
from a melting hot sunrise
Shining bright above
the mountain tops
Reflecting from the oceans tides
Piercing through the blackened forests
of infinite and hopeless sighs
Looking deeper into the abyss
of chaos and all it's hell inside
Where there is a deeper beauty
that only ones soul can yet describe
It was there she laid her palette down
and stared far into those endless nights
Where emotions have found their words
and poetry has found it's life

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
A good friend asked me recently to teach her poetry. Rather she was serious or not I really didn't know what to say, so I quoted her something from Robert Frost which I also opened this verse with.
Plutarch said " Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks "
I dont consider myself a poet, just some guy who uses his pen as a paddle and the currents as my guide. What is poetry to you ?.. Cheers cheers
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Atrabilious

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" Atrabilious "

I've tasted many emotions
Not one I've left to spare
The bitterness of agony
Harsh vodka with despair
There's the fermented taste of emptiness
Left inside emptied cans of beer
Cheap in all its subtle ways
Engaging all my agoraphobic gears
Anger oddly leaves a sweetened taste
And yet joy taste like the rain
With a very unspecific smell
But in its beauty I'll find Grace
Worry taste like sand
Not adding a single hour to my days
But instead consumes like fire
Inhaling me like a purple haze
Loneliness is flavored tequila
As I chase it down with bottled rage
Inside my gut it twist and cuts
Until im drinking from my hate
Confused, concerned, confined
Desensitized to every touch
My angels subside behind my eyes
Where my demons have their clutch
But only love can taste like water
Without nutrients to quench my bones
As it evaporates into the air
I find myself again standing alone
But never have I tasted peace
Only over flowing cups of war
Between man or beast, against my flesh
And for my God I kneel before
Where I've compassed my own destruction
Its to Your stars I'm looking up
To ask You for their guidance
And to please refill my cup

~Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F~
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
" Empty your cup , so that it may be refilled "
Bruce Lee
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Wondrous Dreams

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" Wondrous Dreams "

I dream of wondrous angels
but yet I live in fear
Behind a million blackened stars
my conscious disappears
Into a kaleidoscope
of asymmetric
trichromatic rings
Enigmatic circles
formed by colliding galaxies
On the axiom of forever
teaching thyself praxeology
I blow away the monster ash
with a sound sagacity
So shall I dare to dream
into your wild wild world
Where emerald burns
a fire that consumes the universe
When morning wisdom reveals its glory
by rejecting scientific proof
With a treasure of her rainbow highs
I find I'm fading Into you
So shy away the darkened clouds
of melancholic dismal life
Enlighten me with wondrous dreams
oh faithful winds of night
With a song of eternal peace
in hope is where I shall learn to die
Silently into your wild world
below your starry skies
Before I awake into a new dream
I spoke the language of your perfect light
Deeply inside the precious flowers
beneath the liquid sunset of your eyes

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?
Leonardo da Vinci

I've been around here for a while and once again inspired by the poets I have befriended here.. Much love and cheers cheers
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The Music Never Dies

The Music Never Dies "

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
Where the doves
No longer cry
But celebrate this life
As the little red Corvette
Drives on through the night
Into a pop culture
Supernova
You may be gone
But never over
Well party like its 1999
Until we all drink ourselves sober
Down by Old Man Johnsons farm
Where the horses run free
Through oceans of violets in bloom
Read like a raspberry beret magazine
About the first girl who ever kissed me
Danced on a forty five
Her name was Nikki
And inside of her castle
Was a sign of times
You'd become history
So until we all see that day
Without sorrow
Nor pain
We'll see you again
Dancing on the other side
Laughing ........
In The Purple Rain

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Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful.
Prince
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Arrows

" Arrows "

My complaints
were like arrows
That reigned
on my head
Shot aimless
without targets
Like piled books
of regrets
Thousands of pages
Still closed
and unread
Incomplete verses
and sentences
From my pen
they have bled
The arrows
shadowed the sun
As if a storm
yet to come
There I defended
my faith
With an empty shotgun
Reminding me
I'm imperfect
I've had my share
of my sins
And now I've grown older
putting those things
to an end
But impurity
doesn't kill knowledge
Nor the wisdom
I'll gain
Only my need
for enduring
And my pride
It has slain
Now my caterpillars
have all died
But my butterflies
came to life
A woolly bear
became the moth
And was drawn
to Your light
Where I skinned my knees
on forever
At the threshold
of infinite nights
Pink clouds
bloomed like wild flowers
Igniting
my skies
Then they ate
all the black ones
While I licked
the rest clean
Again I shot my arrows
with new faith
And with grace
they grew wings

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James ~
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
The distance between who I am and who I want to be is separated only by my actions, my words, and my target.
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Precious Life

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"Precious Life "

I've tried solving mathematical equations
but they all failed my hearts design
I then searched for absolution
but all I lost was time
I turned over every rock
and all I found was hurt
I then looked up to the stars
to find my place on earth
But no matter where I was
God was always near
He took me by my hand
and led me far away from fear
He brought me perfect a peace
when I didn't know what to do
Then He gave me precious life
and said that I love you

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
A daughter is one of the most beautiful gifts this world has to give. I have two and for that I give all honor to God and life to them

Honor your daughters. They are honorable.
Malala Yousafzai
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