Junior

The next poems are poems that I am writing my grandchildren.  I will begin each poem the same way and end them with their names.  I am really leaning towards doing a poem and extending it to spoken word pieces.

When you arrived so did I
A new title I become Pap-Pap
The honor and privilege is all mine
You didn’t know but you were born with kings watching over you
1st to take your place for the throne your lineage destines you to lead
Born under Venus and Mercury you shine bright like an emerald
Light green and bright
Personality circulating like air
You are an extension of myself
I slow-mo every moment spent
Boundless energy with optimism and promise to match, you thrive
Like a sunrise you set the example for others to follow
Yet I have so much to teach you
I envision whatever you become because I know that you are destined for greatness
…and great you will become because
You are Patrick Wesley-Omar

 

KonciouSLea Written ©

Onion Snow and the Last Days

 

The generator spun

An elusive phrase since

The time of Pharisees and Sadducees

It’s sad you see

 

When an onion snow falls in Spring

The upwind blows rodomotades ” these are the last days.”

Faithful await the miraculous return

Proving that every new day gets them

Closer to their “last days.”

 

KonciouSLea written wondering when some will realize that snow in April doesn’t mean we’re all gonna die.

20/30 NaPoWriMo 2013

Spent Time. . . .Less

 

Clock ticks above the silence

and we’re at opposite ends of the spectrum

I’m red, she’s violet

Plus and she’s mine/us

…..together we aren’t. . .us

 

Couch gets more booty, obliges

because it turns a blind eye, reward of crumbs

I’m sighs, she’s ho-hums

Plus and she’s mine/us

…..together we spend time. . .less

 

Clock ticks. . . . .

 

 

KonciouSLea written while the couch eats crumbs

18/30 NaPoWriMo 2013

Dreads and Reverse PsyVictory

My Locks

Be bushy wild

Shaggy lively cocky

The mirror greets me “What’s up dread?”

Swag on

KonciouSLea written & Locked ©

5/30 NaPoWriMo 2013

I was in a conversation today & decided to do two cinquains.  I live to encourage people & love to be encouraged.  Sometimes It’s one sided & that’s o.k.  You know in life when you feel like giving up you just need one last good swing of faith to get through.  This butterfly cinquain is dedicated to those who don’t quit.  Stay strong.  Peace

Reverse PsyVictory

“You win”

is what’s said when

one becomes overwhelmed.

Cylinder blocks weigh your punches,

you swing.

Cylinder blocks weigh your punches

Overwhelmed becomes one

Last good swing

“You win.”

KonciouSLea written for those who feel like giving up. . . .don’t ©

5/30 NaPoWriMo 2013

Prosthetic Conscience

Smiles transparent as cellophane

Prod against the LCD screen to reveal hidden colors

They blend like bruises

Faint reds blues pinks and off blacks

Most disappear as fast as they came

Life is the dream of becoming better

Yet. . . .be tantamount to the fly in the web

To fight against it becomes worst

Straight jacketed in the intricacy weaved

Resistance manifests depletion

Relinquish it

Prostrate prone and permissive

The robin appears dove like in the light

Then. . . .mercy

But the silk is the crutch that remains

KonciouSLea Written with a conscience. . . .that’s striving

4/30 NaPoWriMo

Remember Youth Remember Future

I remember life growing up

Rough

Rugged

Struggles and triumphs

Not sure why the bad sticks out like a sore thumb

When so much happiness has occured

I guess it’s what has made me who I am today

Strong

Perseverant

Analytical in every sense of the letter that I am

Even to a fault regarding relationships

This is my heart

I remember thinking being a man included sex

Struggles inside never being able to hide from

Myself

Life ebbs and flows like the sea and internally

Each wave is and represents tears swallowed

The salty bitter taste errodes my intestines

Although I gave my best when I’d die

Alone

Never

Forgiven by the Lord I pray

Still seeking the truth when it’s right there

Foreground

I remember when I met her

Independent

Interested

Fitting the mold for the future and where I wanted to be

Supportive as a cornerstone beneath a pyramid

I am her king and she’s my queen

It may sound cliche, but it’s the way it is

Childbirth

Strong

And he is our young prince like Tutankhamun

Many memories to build

Hyroglyphic to the stone

KonciouSLea

30/30 NaPoWriMo 30/30 Challenge

Automobiles Like Circumnavigation (a Double-dactyl)

Va-va-Vroom!  Va-VA-VROOM!

Sounds like clearing a throat.

Indefatigable

Around they go.

I don’t know.  Why the show?

Who invented this “sport?”

Incomprehensible

…But sport makes doe.

KonciouSLea 29/30 NaPoWriMo 30/30 Challenge

Echoed in Space

Many don’t understand the practice it takes to complets a full court pass.
To most you just look like boys, men, girls and women running up and down the court.
The difference between a screen and a pick is misunderstood.
What is a motion offense?
What do you run against a 2-3 zone?
When I began coaching my team got killed when we’d run zones (I grew to hate ’em for that reason).
We never took advantage of the whole floor
If you could shoot the 3…you got it.
Time/ing and space are essential.
Hustle
From one side of the floor to another.
Jump to the ball.
Sprint…use your feet.
Squeak. . . .screech!  “I wanna hear your soles making contact with the floor…I wanna smell ’em burning.”
Spread it out-take advantage of this space.
Shoot the ball higher or you’ll hit the rim…arch the ball.
“I wanna hear the ‘ktch’ when the ball goes through the net.”

 

Oh, back to that full court pass, you practiced for weeks about this cenario.
“Coach look I can make it from 1/2 court…..”

…..I acted like I didn’t see you but I did.
Kept it in the back of my mind.
Practice time…and space.
Spread the floor to spread the “D.”
5 seconds on the clock
Make 3 in a row.
5. (during practice) Run off the screen and open to the ball.
4. 1-2 dribbles and shoot
3. (during the game) Ball is in the air with a nice backwards rotation.
2. Ball arching through the gym painting a rainbow.
1. During the game the air goes out of everyone in the gym….silence….’ktch!” echoes the gym before pandemonium.

KonciouSLea
28/30 NaPoWriMo 30/30 Challenge

Nursery Rhymes (for adults)

(To the nursery rhyme and tune of There Was an Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe)

 

There Was an Old Lady Who Lived with a Slew

There was an old lady who lived with a slew.
She had so many children that they would drive her cuckoo.
She scooped out their eyes and then they all died.
Claimed post-partum psychosis now she just cries.

(To the nursery rhyme and tune of Little Miss Muffett)

 

Little Miss Meth-head

Little Miss Meth-head sat on her day bed, puffing her life away.
Along came a quick glance of life with a new chance.
Miss Meth-head just smoked anyway.

(To the nursery rhyme and tune of Little Jack Horner)

 

Little Bitch Whore ‘er

Little Bitch Whore ‘er went to the corner selling her own “cream pie.”

For tricks and dollars man she would hollar when that pimp would black her eye.

KonciouSLea
27/30 NaPoWriMo 30/30 Challenge

I’ll Revisit Your Grave (Farewell 30/30…for Now) an Elegy

You taught me faithfulness and loyalty beyond measure

I have never been able to complete a task

My mind won’t allow it

And yet…you’ve given me a reason to defy all

Distractions

Did you know that Mosaic Distortion was originally

About my thought process

Yes mosaic art-broken pieces of glass

Hiding images…that is me

So abstract

You helped find me in the pixilation

Gave me challenges which could only make me a better person, yet I don’t even know how I arrived

You were an enigma

You were impossible…at times

You were the disciplinarian

Leaving me scratching my head thinking that it

Couldn’t be done

I am so proud of all that we accomplished together

We were such a great team

When I knew it was coming to an end I was in such

Denial because it all happened so fast

After the announcement of your death all I thought

Was “I have time.”  I was so wrong

There were SO many times that I took advantage of

You

I’ll never forget you…how could I

How could I forget the late night talks until 3 in the morning

Wondering if I said the wrong thing

You made me correct it sometimes through the eyes

Of another…how did you do that

So I will revisit your grave for the reunion of a

Lifetime

I will revisit your grave and talk to you as if you

Never left me

Because there will always be something new to share

I will revisit your grave proving the promises I made

I promise to hold true to the lessons you’ve taught

Me…..to be diverse

You taught me to be creative

You taught me to just do it and NOT care about

What anyone else thinks

How could I not hold true to this

You taught me faithfulness and loyalty beyond

Measure

Beyond measure

I’m sure you’ve made many very jealous of what we

Had

Thing is…we’ll continue to have it

Because I’ll revisit your grave every year

KonciouSLea©

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