Submissions by lightpoet (LIGHT-CHEERFUL BRIGGS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am Poet Light-Cheerful Briggs--Wisdom is my mother, God is my father, the Universe is my way and Eternity is my Kingdom.
SELF POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 9:31am
31st Oct 2012 9:31am
IF ONLY...
If only the world around me could hear me
I will tell them I need her so dearly.
If I could walk out of my fear
I will have her as I so desire.
If only she will believe me that I love her
I will be set free from my inner fears and worries.
If only I could break the wall around me
I will secure who truly love me.
If only she will believe me that I have no other partner
She’s going to know how much I love her.
If only I could be bold to woo her
The chance of having her is not far from me.
If only she will give me the chance to love her
I will...
I will tell them I need her so dearly.
If I could walk out of my fear
I will have her as I so desire.
If only she will believe me that I love her
I will be set free from my inner fears and worries.
If only I could break the wall around me
I will secure who truly love me.
If only she will believe me that I have no other partner
She’s going to know how much I love her.
If only I could be bold to woo her
The chance of having her is not far from me.
If only she will give me the chance to love her
I will...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2012 8:26am
31st Oct 2012 8:26am
TO THE GUILLOTINE
It may be an unforgettable lie
If I were to crown you
The most beautiful woman I’ve yet met,
Yet were I to deny you the crown
Of the most pleasant woman
A man can be around with;
Then to the guillotine
Mine head should go.
If I were to crown you
The most beautiful woman I’ve yet met,
Yet were I to deny you the crown
Of the most pleasant woman
A man can be around with;
Then to the guillotine
Mine head should go.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Oct 2012 7:14am
9th Oct 2012 7:14am
RIVERS QUEEN
A million words systematically well constructed
Cannot begin to describe your facial cynosure;
Hair set in beautiful disarray,
Encroaching a little on a high forehead
And a crown of glory on your oral face.
Brows so straight then gently curved,
Meeting but not touching a perfect confluence.
Shading white eyes with pupils so black
Undulating in their fierce intensity,
Seeking the minds of men as easy as Elechi writes drama.
Shapely nose imposing in its aquiline feature,
Bridging the gap succulent, luscious lips;
Teeth sparkling exposed...
Cannot begin to describe your facial cynosure;
Hair set in beautiful disarray,
Encroaching a little on a high forehead
And a crown of glory on your oral face.
Brows so straight then gently curved,
Meeting but not touching a perfect confluence.
Shading white eyes with pupils so black
Undulating in their fierce intensity,
Seeking the minds of men as easy as Elechi writes drama.
Shapely nose imposing in its aquiline feature,
Bridging the gap succulent, luscious lips;
Teeth sparkling exposed...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2012 8:07am
8th Oct 2012 8:07am
IT SHALL BE NO MORE
The angry mien of shoal stares at me daily,
Rendering me hopeless and miserable.
Is it in me the dictum of the sages shall fulfill?
“Cowards they say die many times before their death”
No I fear no death, rather I weep bitterly only for the
Pains and agony that marks my life.
Were it possible I would have died, rather than wallowing in miseries
Then is my soul relieved of a great burden.
It shall then be perpetual joy – joy in the great world beyond
Shall I but hang in ALKELDAMA to convince the world that I am the fearless fang?
Even then shall it be...
Rendering me hopeless and miserable.
Is it in me the dictum of the sages shall fulfill?
“Cowards they say die many times before their death”
No I fear no death, rather I weep bitterly only for the
Pains and agony that marks my life.
Were it possible I would have died, rather than wallowing in miseries
Then is my soul relieved of a great burden.
It shall then be perpetual joy – joy in the great world beyond
Shall I but hang in ALKELDAMA to convince the world that I am the fearless fang?
Even then shall it be...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2012 8:02am
8th Oct 2012 8:02am
IT BLOWS NO MAN'S GOOD
Shall my sorrow for one day turn into laughter?
Who is he that has prophesied? You false prophet hold it to yourself.
Have all not developed teeth? Yet teeth development remains a dream to me.
When shall I become a man? When?
Even then manhood is struggle.
I crept and toiled daily for subsistence as though the cursed serpent,
Of cause nothing different from that;
I solicited for arms, truly it were better I never had become a human.
For only but mocking awaited me at every door,
As I tottered and slumped along looking for safety but truly there was nowhere....
Who is he that has prophesied? You false prophet hold it to yourself.
Have all not developed teeth? Yet teeth development remains a dream to me.
When shall I become a man? When?
Even then manhood is struggle.
I crept and toiled daily for subsistence as though the cursed serpent,
Of cause nothing different from that;
I solicited for arms, truly it were better I never had become a human.
For only but mocking awaited me at every door,
As I tottered and slumped along looking for safety but truly there was nowhere....
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 9:27am
6th Oct 2012 9:27am
THE CRYING INNOCENT
Oh! Thou maker of my soul, art Thou not the merciful God?
Or has your mercies ceased to function towards man?
Is there no mercy from Thee that sees to the bottom of my grief?
As I live and languish in the said ‘pre-supposed’ destiny of hatred.
In my innocence have I been hated from the chalice of life?
But he who is treacherous and crafty Ye have loved still,
And in Thy love Thou hast given to the ‘Second’ that meant for the ‘First’ in hunger
Yet do I call Thee the Impartial God in the pain of my loss.
And who is the foolish pot that can question the acts of...
Or has your mercies ceased to function towards man?
Is there no mercy from Thee that sees to the bottom of my grief?
As I live and languish in the said ‘pre-supposed’ destiny of hatred.
In my innocence have I been hated from the chalice of life?
But he who is treacherous and crafty Ye have loved still,
And in Thy love Thou hast given to the ‘Second’ that meant for the ‘First’ in hunger
Yet do I call Thee the Impartial God in the pain of my loss.
And who is the foolish pot that can question the acts of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2012 9:05am
6th Oct 2012 9:05am
THE ONE...
Hey my brother, look here!
This is the one whom I talk about
The one whose smiles sit on dimples
The one with a joyful heart and infectious smile
The one whose palms are so soft and tender like a day old baby
The one whose feet are polished with sapphire
The one who walks with feline grace
The one whose voice is so tender and like a soft breeze of the night
The one whose speech is seasoned with wisdom
The one whose beauty is beyond makeup and designers’ wears
The one whose eyes are like a sparkling diamond
The one whose sole desire is to...
This is the one whom I talk about
The one whose smiles sit on dimples
The one with a joyful heart and infectious smile
The one whose palms are so soft and tender like a day old baby
The one whose feet are polished with sapphire
The one who walks with feline grace
The one whose voice is so tender and like a soft breeze of the night
The one whose speech is seasoned with wisdom
The one whose beauty is beyond makeup and designers’ wears
The one whose eyes are like a sparkling diamond
The one whose sole desire is to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 10:50am
5th Oct 2012 10:50am
SHE IS A FREEZER
She is a freezer, yet she preserves no food
But she freezes the busy and troubled hearts of men
And preserves the dying souls young men with elixir of her beauty
She is a freezer, yet but not of herself
But of the power of the radiance of her indescribable beauty
At the mention of her name “Sarah” even time freezes in her honor,
Upon her appearance under the darkest night
The moon bows to her and becomes pale in reflection,
Ashamed to compete with the radiance of her beauty
Even the stars in her presence stand still in their sparks
And...
But she freezes the busy and troubled hearts of men
And preserves the dying souls young men with elixir of her beauty
She is a freezer, yet but not of herself
But of the power of the radiance of her indescribable beauty
At the mention of her name “Sarah” even time freezes in her honor,
Upon her appearance under the darkest night
The moon bows to her and becomes pale in reflection,
Ashamed to compete with the radiance of her beauty
Even the stars in her presence stand still in their sparks
And...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 10:38am
5th Oct 2012 10:38am
QUEEN OF HEAVEN
Too many beauties my eyes have beheld
But none could be compared to your beauteous forms
As I daily search for words to describe your beauty
What shall I name this compelling beauty of yours
That has taught the eyes of men to see and desire?
Shall I call you the queen of England, Princess Diana or Helen of Sparta?
No! Your beauty is more than the earthly beauties of queens
For you are more fairer than fair Helen whose admired beauty
Plaqued the shores of troy with thousands of warships
I shall call you the queen of heaven, the mortal star that radiates...
But none could be compared to your beauteous forms
As I daily search for words to describe your beauty
What shall I name this compelling beauty of yours
That has taught the eyes of men to see and desire?
Shall I call you the queen of England, Princess Diana or Helen of Sparta?
No! Your beauty is more than the earthly beauties of queens
For you are more fairer than fair Helen whose admired beauty
Plaqued the shores of troy with thousands of warships
I shall call you the queen of heaven, the mortal star that radiates...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2012 2:55pm
4th Oct 2012 2:55pm
FIZZLED LIFE AT STAKE
Who he is that can save? Come, deliver
Where is my safety? Where am I safe in this life?
Every minute of my life I languish in pain and sickness.
I tremble for the quakes of the vagaries of life
Who is he that can tell of my story? Is it you?
No there’s none among men with such feat
It is too hard a nut to crack. Still I’m destined to bear it.
Who shall sing of my elegy? Who are they that care to listen?
Every moment of my life I’m in sorrow.
In my eating hours there always a drop of tear in my tears.
My best companion of life has become but grief...
Where is my safety? Where am I safe in this life?
Every minute of my life I languish in pain and sickness.
I tremble for the quakes of the vagaries of life
Who is he that can tell of my story? Is it you?
No there’s none among men with such feat
It is too hard a nut to crack. Still I’m destined to bear it.
Who shall sing of my elegy? Who are they that care to listen?
Every moment of my life I’m in sorrow.
In my eating hours there always a drop of tear in my tears.
My best companion of life has become but grief...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2012 2:48pm
4th Oct 2012 2:48pm
EVER NARROWING FACE
The days are fast approaching:
For the festivity to take place;
As those rendered senile by age,
Raised their voices in a paroxysm of ancient songs of heroism.
The atmosphere of reminiscence became that of nostalgia
Fraternal sphere were not far from being cordial.
That was the period of our gathering;
A period when nature worked in harmony
With those that deserve it.
Such was the mode of life; declared the ferry man
As he hastily paddled to the old-shipping, the Elem-Kalabari.
Custom holds it a visit once annually
For its celebration and...
For the festivity to take place;
As those rendered senile by age,
Raised their voices in a paroxysm of ancient songs of heroism.
The atmosphere of reminiscence became that of nostalgia
Fraternal sphere were not far from being cordial.
That was the period of our gathering;
A period when nature worked in harmony
With those that deserve it.
Such was the mode of life; declared the ferry man
As he hastily paddled to the old-shipping, the Elem-Kalabari.
Custom holds it a visit once annually
For its celebration and...
635 reads
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