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The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:15pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
In life we are faced the option of standing for what is just or not, how we go about it also puts us in dilemma. The average human often have the thought to change the world when faced with glaring and daring situations but what happens when the world changes you? In this piece, I intend to tell a story using poems and its different forms while exploring the theme/topic to reflect the actual cause. I was encouraged to write this by firestar and IfyChuky after when I wrote one piece and they demanded for another. So here I go again. The earlier thread was lost in the Nairaland tsunami but thanks to my Seun, Princesa, etalker, TemitopeDaniel, prettyspicey and other good friends for helping me get it back and sticking with me. Thanks a million. 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:30pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
The Convict (Choka) Life behind these bars My recidivistic chained lounge; I bonded with loneliness At will - my frial wrist Scarred by the bangle of guilt - Chaste from birth but now guilty "Death by the rope" - is My price for dis-innocence I embraced it well like wraith Of though fear might flee Justice will kill me tonight And I'll whiff peace through my death Bang!!! Off goes the bong The call for my head I think; Broody pangs aches me aloud As the crowd barracks, Sully smile stained their faces... Spits, sticks, sands and stones were thrown Inside the foyer - My doers came with blindfolds - Glow of darkness beholds me, Farewell my best friends; Crickets, flies and mosquitoes I'd hear chirps and buzz no more I'd be dead real soon But no one knows my reason For crime - no one ever cares! Now, freedom will walk To criminal's tomb for peace Just for my son's sake Defending my blood was all I did - just a blow On the chest and death took him... For this single sake I'll die so that I can live The gallow awaits my scrag 4 Likes |
Re: The Convict by princesa(f): 12:48pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
First piece emotional and good. TemitopeDaniel and prettyspicey were of help too. Keep it coming 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:54pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
princesa: First piece emotional and good. Really? How do I thank them now? |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:58pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
The Convict (Part II) [Quatrain] The prepared necklace of doom, damnation and death Hung around me; ready to swing me quivering to a painful sleep - With a priest beside me, my sins were as it were from birth; Few transgressions I admitted but just one I've decided to keep The priest's holy water made my soul to steep - but was mild As he moves aside and signaled for my condemnation My heart ponders to my dream of playing with my grandchild Telling tales of my ancestor's taboos, trials and tribulations... Alas i was unmasked and my assassins took off my trinket of crime And was garbed in the reality of that which i once dreaded - fear. It was a sign that the light had lost its sparkling flare this time I wondered, as the stench scent of death oozes near A chair was there under my feet, and beneath, a hole below Me, I fixed my sullen gaze on my happy killer as he positioned Himself; his face, the last I'd see as today ends my tomorrow Its a pity his crime was the one i failed to mention |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:01pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
The Convict (Part II) [Free verse] Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to, A province of vices and soured delinquencies Where dreams remain dreams And reality seems unnatural Like angels and demons in a guileful romance Few months ago, a young enforcer was stationed At the city of madness where reason has no reason To be a reason, the city stood on a wild-wind bedlam! Moans, groans and squeals were bedtime songs That cradles everyone to sleep The man from Middleton, my dad, a conformist preacher A norm embedding parson passing creeds From his forefathers to me, the enforcer, his seed - He is the pioneer of my creation An astute fellow to the bone I live his air and breath his life Just like him, I'm never pliant Wrong is wrong and right is right 'No matter whose ox is gored' That I've learnt, I've mastered and revered ********************* One daring day, amid vast numbers of outlaws A dare-devil hooped into the enforcer's bay His face was masked with effronteries of crime And calmly, he strolled to a safe like he owns it - An enforcer skirmishes him halfway to the safe-room But was overpowered and subdued with a deadly choke And within the barriers of life and death The man from Middleton who seeks the well being Of his son; the son staring and clinging to deaths' strings He man took a baseball bat and hit his head And when the outlaw charged, He hit him with a blow on the chest And the outlaws' soul flee the earth But he did something extraordinary' He repeatedly clubbed his remains to mutilation "Father, you just killed a man" **************** I've sworn to you to solemnly uphold Your sacred transferals in me as my ethical fealty In which laws aren't dared but held in esteem, My call to the Force was like that of a messiah You knew that just like I too - very well; "For if there was a crime, damn all involved and Make the call asap" these were your words - Your norm, my belief, a practical now - When guilt smolders his old face I grabbed the phone and thumbed 911... 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 3:28pm On Jul 08, 2014 |
The Convict (IV) [Ballad] Didactic old man Fiddling with fright As tears curled down From a bemoaned and fretted face To his foaming lip. The tears thirst bitter taste Spiced with desired regret Of an action already finished, Crime begets an accidental skirmish. ~ His hands, Those quivering hands Protective to a fault. The palpitation; his heart The ‘eye of his soul’ Full of surprises and confusion, His heart and head Were at war with intent, One seem to agree less Which is it? ~ His old bat given as A gift to his nipper Now lays dirty as a witness In the gore colours of crime, Glittering red instead of white As day time Further dim its light It would be called that such Was the gift, no, tool of death. ~ A van with siren screeched to a still From a distance that only time covers. Few men clad in black disembarks With live weapon of coercion, Their face sternly professional, The cacophony from the siren Mocks the victim - The dead one, the twiddling one And the old man – which ever it chooses A new home seems near. ~ Cuffed with cheap silver bracelet And dragged out from the house To the crying van, He took a wild look aback His blood has turned his heart to a scar, The one that will forever illuminate Him, it will shine exclusively In this midst of his darkness Where love loves hate; What a betrayal of doctrine! ~ They led him inside the van After few steps on heavy feet, He was whisked off the city - His heart too was heavy Heavy with thoughtless thought Enmeshed in what he dreaded And what he has always fought. He put his old head out of the window And breathe his last fresh air While the wind stranded his gray hairs. ~ Hours followed closely in minutes Like eternity; Till time raptured At a very big iron gate, Where no one ever forgets its date Of arrival – departure is the uncle of death It comes when one less expects Days, Months, and Years if lucky. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by IfyChuky(m): 11:07am On Jul 17, 2014 |
timpaker: In life we are faced the option of standing for what is just or not, how we go about it also puts us in dilemma. Hi Tim.., neva believed a guy kud make anoda blush, bt heaven knows my cheeks have gone pale evn as i ryt... Lot'sa thanks bro... I've truli bn away 4rm here, 4 a yl now... Had only came checkinq, juxt to recieve a blush pill i neva bargained for..., #lol... Missed u, n evwi oda.., evn my Dearest Princesa, Mhizzthang, xynerise, Promoe n oda's... Prays I come around more even, kox I'm missinq virtually every1 i eva niu here.. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:52pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict ( V) (Rhyme) Intrusion on silence's speech Ushered in by a black van's screech. A wigged man in his spectacle Sits in tentacles of fates and miracles And bystanders troops in and out Some either chants, sings or shouts. An old man braced himself at the dock Vehemently clinging to the tinge of luck Gallery of evidence and exhibit were displayed At the gleeful eyes of the persecutors and the dismayed The judge have seen and heard it all To give his sentence and leave the hall "Death by the rope" he declared with the gavel On a sound block just before it clocked eleven Though, he knew his judgement has no laxity To determine his professional sanity 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:54pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict ( VI) (Cinqku) Guilty? The judge lied. The whole world is Guilty of my guilt now; One down My son Could not speak Because he knows That my innocence rays Like sun This place Holds nothing Like my city - Like sinners paradise I'm in The bars, Walls and fence Doesn't make the jail The feeling that you're there Makes it Prison, Survival Ain't for the weak To live you'd have to seek It here These years Diaries, Newfangled thought... My life seems distorted And gone. Waiting For my last Days as tenant Of the damned and silenced To come... 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:55pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict ( VII) As I make myself acquainted to my new home And cogitate about my innocent nightmare yell, The one I had on my first night, I found myself a tome In exchange for my new clothes and meal from a cell Nearby, to inscribe the dumbfounding voice of my soul As the diary of a prisoner sets to unfolds its event and reveries Of an innocuous pater whose heart isn't as dark as coal. I'll try and recall daily those hunting memories Of having to cogently carve ethical creeds and credos on his Heart, that saving lives through blades of silvers and metals Isn't as noble as saving lives through justice. I never knew that that decision would be this lethal. My intestines protested with rumbling roar As hunger bursts my bubble of thought as it soars. |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:57pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict ( VIII) (Monorhyme) Here are my diaries The event in memories And my life summaries All in a dairy of stories I will survive and live I will believe Fear or grieve; Paper and pen, my relieves Those whose ears fell To the deafness of my yell To make my life a hell Just because I live in a cell Will those days come again? When my heart bores no pain And my mind remains sane Will my eyes cease to rain Here, hunger is my friend Impatient worms couldn’t fend Nor could they pretend They’re all about their ends In the death row Life is slow Hope is low Heck! Who doesn’t know? My pen, my tool My thoughts glued in inked-pool Like a baby I am set to drool To anyone who think me a fool Do I have to brood About who here is good Or get misunderstood Like people from my hood? In an attempt to escape Will the thought be a jape To the inmates who’d laugh and gape At an old man’s plan of escape? I have missed the sun And the laughter of my grandson The game of wise pun And the old age fun Every day is the same I breathe the blame Every day is the same Who is to blame? Brawls and fights In darken lights Inmates test might Winner rules the night Survival is a skill It is get killed or kill Breathing is a thrill It’s at one’s own will People hate People date People mate Inmate and inmate I am just a heap Waiting for the final sleep A coma so deep Will fate take the leap? 4 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 12:58pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a prisoner (Sijo) Crimes of criminals crescents the crowded cells And lawlessness filters through the welded bars Whoever is here is going to die anyway Yesterday, shoes and combs were fashion Today, laces and combs became an armour Tomorrow, I'm sticking with my shaving stick Survival... |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:00pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a prisoner (Free Verse) Yesterday, I had a dream I was looking for my soul I searched my palm, My heart... It wasn't there I traveled beyond the cloud The Man above didn't have neither Am I loitering in damnation? . . . Then . . . I was scared to be awake, Because dream and reality Confuses me.. but... I heard a sound A buzzing one It was threatening Like the rapturous one I had been told at prison chapel But when I smelt blood And a sting of virus... ...Malaria... 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:01pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a prisoner (Mixed Rhyme) If life was difficult for a reason Then I should live in a season Built by me alone Shielded from outsiders Termed "NO FRIEND ZONE" But families are insiders And I have one I have a son But he betrayed me And I'm bittered as I could be So I get it Life is difficult for a reason |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:03pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a prisoner (Acrostic) I don't know why I Still query my Love for You... My Child quit the protocols Please, save me some tears Come around... And... Visit your father, Me, I hope to hear from you Soon... 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:05pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a Prisoner (Free verse) Crying Sky Beat me Let the world know a man-god also cries Bleaching Sky Cleanse me Make me glitter under your eyes Traveling sky Take me To my home after my sighs Burning sky Lighten me In the bottle of urn where I'd lie Colourful sky Paint me The memories of me when I die Inspired by April Showers (PS) 3 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:07pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict - Dairy of a Prisoner (Nonet) I have written countless letters home. None were replied by my son, why? Did the warder feign dispatch? Its more than a year now That I have been jailed No friends no kins, None have come To see Me -------- Son, I'm old. Forgive me You are my pride The tears in my joy. Gracefully write me back Before life is whisked off me Your silence might kill me faster Like choked words before my funeral 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:09pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Prose Poetry) I have never had this remorseful thought for years, Not when my 911 call was what sent my dad to jail. At night I have nightmares, and day, daymares. I am now known as the bastard of my family, thanks to you 'Mr. Right'! Because I was taught right, the upsurged crime in my city was of great concern to me and my dad And its unfortunate that he was caught up in its ugly web which I stood as a witness. While my peers roam the street in nihilistic gaiety and vivacity, I dropped out of medical school To pursue the dream of my father to be an enforcer, armed with M19 pistol, criminal bracelet and a silver badge. That carries the honour of both our names and the city - each time i sighted a cadavar, my hatred flames Because that could be me! When I see the paramedics or a doctor, my heart flames, because that could be me; and When I see a victim of gunshots wounds, I panic too because that could also be me! My hatred isn't psychological but pater influenced cynicism laced with my city's pessimism. My actions are instinctively precipitous. Every day I grew into a fanatical conformist, I mate with the law, literally. I hated my dad but loved his didactic views I made the city's law sacred. Everyone dreaded me like cancer. I became the rebellious patriot when justice peekaboo's with elites. But I worry for my life. Who wouldn't? When you're loved by the few amongst the multitude then your life should be your concern. So when I spot a potential criminal I hunt and put them behind bars before they go jaunting for crime. I seized every opportunity to chose to do right and protect the city and if my father was involved I wouldn't protect him either. He taught me the opposite of 'blood is thicker than water', He said "Water is thicker than blood, because human's can't survive without water but blood is pure inbreed - it gets formed not for survival". To blood humans were, but without water we'd never be, we would have gone extinct. Fact is protect the source! I received his letters from prison. It made me strong. He knew I acted well Above all, our bond may have rekindled but another letter from the authorities nominated me to execute my dad. Another reason for the world to love to hate me more. I did not want to do it. I cried to the authorities but my tears were denied- it formed a gutter At that moment, I felt a tinge of love and pity for him, that which was buried with hatred for toeing me to an enforcer cause Rather than the surgeon I had wanted to become. I cursed myself and the city. I felt the way my dad had felt the day He murdered someone. Good intentions are visited with regretful repercussions. That I understood now. As the execution day draws nearer, I wanted not him or I to be blamed for anything. I owe my breathe to his deeds that faithful day, with this, I've made my decisions. I have realized the paradox of life. To love is to learn how to hate. I will sign the execution papers. I will be there with my gun... 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:11pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Dramatic Monologue) Its the execution day! The sky shows it sympathetic mood Like it was about to cry Just the same way I'm about to rain I am fighting with my conscience For where my loyalty truly lies "Its him. Family!" "No. Its the cause gaddamit! My troubled mind rants on... "Where is the executioner?" I heard them say. It broke my bubble of trance I marched towards the priest And took a shameful look. My father flashes before me Oh dad! I silently exclaimed. The crazy crowd chortled. The priest made a cross sign. I knew the time has come... I thought of his afterlife... I saw his gaze of regret His eyes pierced mine Like a sinner would at his tempter That look... That look... Isn't a look that means well Such immensity in his eyes Knows that Death is a painful peace Not taken prepared... That gaze again caught me "He can't die like this Not with these photographic eyes Staring and agitating for his death. Was Jesus hated these much To be crucified, why him?" My heart sorrowfully spoke! When I walked straight up, I thought; Why would the authority want me To take the life of he who gave me one? Why me? He is my dad... My thought further puzzles. If taken him down the gallows Is what loyalty means Then Loyalty just begets a wondering Judas - An enemy has been identified. What to be done needs to be done I signaled the warder, He affirmed and kicked the chair And death choked the old man. He battled like a headless chicken The crowd cheered death over live The sight made me quiver, I couldn't bear it anymore I closed my eyes, My shivering fingers located my gun I held my firearm and aimed At the rope between life and death It caught life It fell on a station stallion That 'bolted' immediately into the woods I laid down my arms With my hands up high... "Dad, death has been delayed" I was whisked off. 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:13pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Prose Poetry) The queer morning sun Locked its golden face In coyest cloud A fact that the day would be lazy And hazy The c0cks yawns as it crows Horses snorts husky neighs Standing sideways in its stable On feeble hooves The night seem to have overstayed its time And had encroached into the day Amid these, a young man dangles away Clinching fear in its broken wings While another glowered Balefully. ***** In resupination, my legs hung the air Under a bruised face The ground smells like my piss And faeces I couldn't feel my hands Nor could my nose sift air off its stench smell. Apart from the tornado of flies Buzzing around my head I realized that I've passed out Few days ago In a manger... Where my torturer tortured me For answers unanswered... "Where is he?" My eyes flinched. My tormentor, a very huge man, Bald on both head and face, With a watermelon mouth and a nose Like a very big capital letter W Whose nostrils can accommodate Two coca cola bottle. His big hands smells like one who hacks death With one single grip... He smells like fear! The tormentor smiles At me, his prey He wielded his accouterment At the back of his left hand And marched slow-motioned Like a lion on a hunting quest He turned to my legs And opened it wide Like a Doctor delivering a baby A hot iron went in between.. ...I screamed.... "Where is he?" **** A fight for survival supervened A thousand thought trespassed And a tinge of opportunity beamed To me like a light of hope In a dark tunnel I spilled my tormentor's blood then I took my legs and fled... But it seems my dreams Are infringing in my trapped realities Thus is true... I woke up to discover that I've passed out again... 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:15pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Than-Bauk) City of fear Who would bear thee? The dears and docked? Thy pules, thy ruse That spins muse off The use of law... They oscillate And debate forth From fate to faith Till nightfall glows No one knows thee That shows off crime Now without laws Red flags maws foul It caws justice Pick thee a fight Turn its plight round It's right to wrong A Than-Bauk is a typical epigram that make use of three line (climbing rhyme) with each line having four syllables. The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:16pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict ( Free Verse) As I stare up the old colonnade, Marveled by it spruce up accolade Enthralling before my sight again fade Into my nothingness Isolation are my acquaintances when - Ever I peep my heart for the last of my brethren In the bloodless war of trust and betrayal, when He cast me into my nothingness Mystified in total submission By the sight of a lass in my vision In whose bed my frailty lays in admission Her eyes perused into my nothingness My last breath beat death to its dark time Before it cut short an old prime For my sentence was an aborted crime That ushered me into my nothingness She seem to be my son's subterfuge So tender and loving, who wouldn't seek refuge In her? Behold she gave me grainy febrifuge Coddling into my nothingness Past days were tauntingly terrific Drifting in reminiscent repellence that's febrific, A memory so haunting and horrific Delving into my nothingness I nurse myself from my heart sores The pain piecing my perplexing pores I see the bubble of blood which gores Into my nothingness Just when i knew the cause for my release My vein was put at ease, But the crisis in my head seek no peace Into my nothingness Life and its basket of hope Always holding one with suicide rope, Dropping choices that one can't cope In my nothingness Will I see my son again? Will I again be sane? I wish to feel the sunshine-rain That will pore into my nothingness 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:26pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Free Verse) In my head, a voice is singing In songs of confusion, There are faces of death all staring at me, Each with a striking resemblance of my troubles - The ones that bruised and scars me. Suddenly, my head became a market place With bubbles of thoughts hitting each other There are haunting memories flashing before me The dark days.... My head remains heavy The neck could barely carry its troubles My heart beat faster than a drum My eyes lost its gaze Another flash snaps at me and .... Blank!!! Then i opened my eyes... "Who are you?" The lady before me awed! 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:27pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Blank Verse) He's a torturer, he's fear, he's death, He's the tool that plows damnation. Known as the earth scariest being thing, Merciless, emotionless and agonizing. He has made me his toy of torment Mutilating my mind and body at his play. I fear that I am dead while I'm still breathing I know that because I am death's playing toy! Strategising, intuiting an escape route Out of hell's heaven, waiting on a goof, I see it coming, its already nearer than I think, I need one last string to pull, death to death! So, to kill death, life must be taken, Its visible possibility is on the edge, When next he comes I'll pull my last string Either way, one of us leaves here alive. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:32pm On Jul 22, 2014 |
The Convict (Haiku) Fearful memories, Marauding sanity still - Void is a calm thought. Eyes lost in pale gaze With confusion rolling in Life's camera...dazed! Formatted old thought - New pulse of bubble afloat By the spoilt brain bank. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by IfyChuky(m): 9:50pm On Jul 24, 2014 |
timpaker: The Convict ( VIII) (Monorhyme)This is Awesome bro... I so much lyk d concept 2 Likes |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 3:40pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
IfyChuky: This is Awesome bro... I so much lyk d concept Thanks Boss. I appreciate your kind comment. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by Nobody: 10:21pm On Jul 25, 2014 |
I've been left behind. Well, welldone Parker. Don't stop. You need to know, I just read through like I do with stories Lol. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:41pm On Aug 04, 2014 |
The Convict (Monoku) ...Pain is only when emotions stretches beyond the heart's toleration.. 1 Like |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 1:44pm On Aug 04, 2014 |
Shikaamaru: I've been left behind. Well, welldone Parker. Don't stop. You knew to know, I just read through like I do with stories Lol. Heheheheh. thanks for reading and more is coming soon. |
Re: The Convict by timpaker(m): 3:14pm On Aug 04, 2014 |
The Convict (Haiku) (Escape) Before the nightfall, The day would remember thee Who made haste slowly. |
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