Sing Poet, Sing

Sing me a poem to conjure up love's soul

Liberated spirit reaching seventh heaven

Imploring higher authorities in sole control

To touch heart's most obscurely kept sin

Sing me a poem spooking fantasy's haven

Into nocturnal pathways concealed within

Brain cells where sinful lust plants dreams

Executed by insomnia's seductive charms

Sing me a poem for perception's schemes

Empowering minds, individuality, variety

Challenging changes' provocative alarms

Matters it not the size of savage adversity

Sing me a poem energizing major humor

Right into laugher's rhapsodic kingdom

Where smile's exulting pride is no rumor

And happiness obligates sunsets to hide

Sing me a poem, versifier of this kingdom

Muse's inspiration must trave worldwide

Transporting motivation beneath her wings

To fuel today's hope, aspiring tomorrow too

Sing me a poem, freedom blooms in springs

Conquering rebellious hearts, lonely and sad

From scandalous memory's wicked voodoo

Proving that man's independence isn't so bad

So sing poet, sing

Rapadoo O

Whispers

There are whispers in the wind tonight

Genial melodies at crepuscule of the night

Lull spirits gleam nigh the credo of life

As your love descends on a shooting star

My soul glisten in beatitude, bewildered

(**)

I hear whispers in the campfire tonight

A cappella ensemble melting poetic tunes

Incinerated flesh of romance extols love

Our entwined passions ascend on flames

Into the heart of apex of the sun's way

(**)

There are whispers from the river tonight

Incessant murmurs of fleecy intonations

As ebony dances in abundant decadence

Your waterfall love cascade my essence

My coquetry muses in your enchantress

Rapadoo

Personal Mail Bag

I wrote a letter to my destiny today

Also sent her my oldest pair of shoes

An itinerary retracing every footprint

Embroiling me to this, my hell of a life

Carefully planned without my consent

Free will should also get a letter today

including keys to his prison cell too

His wings necessitate winds of freedom

For liberated choices seek his protection

The soul of every will conceals a path

I posted another letter to my guilt today

with an eviction notice attached

Vacate the premises immediately, it reads

Her curse permanently cast away

I now own my conscience free and clear

A final letter is addressed to my dear luck

Hopelessly searching for a new hideaway

Judgement days is upon him, warrant issued

Among his countless charges, identity theft

Never again shall he assume fate's identity

Rapadoo,

By Myself

I'm surrounded by this universe

I feel little in this emptiness

Searching where to hide around this earth

Looking for deep meaning about this earth

I envision a terrestrial of lake

Where the land will never lack

I saw water pouring out on them

But, if only they were contempt

A celestial of things unseen

A mystery of things foreseen

Contentment and joy are welcome

Anger, jealousy, and hatred will not come

The archangels are clapping their hands

Rejoicing to see me by myself

The universe is celebrating my coming

Of the one who will be reigning

Clarice Ferdinand

Music to my Ears

A soft clapping wind of notes

Melody of unforgettable sounds

A list of chords assemble

Forming different notes to my rainbow

The colors of sadness and happiness

The symbol of peace and calmness

Sing, clap and dance to make music

Music is a gift for the nonmimmics

 The rainbow dances to this creation

Human, animal and nature make new creation

A tranquil rest is in this music to ears

a surely step is in the sounds that are near

The wind sings melodies of a long sleep goodnight

The ants surround their faces for a long kiss goodbye

Invention and renovation will always be music to my ears

Replacement and displacement will never be cut off from my ears

Clarice Ferdinand

Desert Storm

Conquer my effervescence

As your sweat binds to skin's inclination

Suppress this heat with pious fire

Ransack my essence, ash my desire

Release me to fantasia's nectar

Concealed 'neath the crimson sands

Cradle of my life

Sand storm your intrusion

As your release reaches all of my extremities

Capture my senses, your prisoners of war

torture their souls, break their spirits

tiptoe through my surrendered nerves

Seize my climax using guerrilla tactics

my treasure discovered

Rapadoo,

Feeling Blue

Blue sky, blue moon

yet, nothing's right

Deep blue sea, blue rivers

But nothing's wrong

Sweet sound of blues

Still, no change of mood

rapadoo,