Best Intellects Poems

If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few

Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm

For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The...

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Should doomsday prophesies prove true
     and our planet’s life cycles renew
          mysteries of “people” will be more than a few

Provocative questions may await future life forms
     blessed with...

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My Mother taught me
how to see through language, 
paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free
so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, 
and we clapped and sang the alphabet into life
our life, our joy, our phonetic rhapsody,
the consonants kicked and the syllables scrambled
a speedy scrimmage...

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To an unmet friend:


You see the mortal world
and for you man is machine,
little more than a device
for the vagaries of evolution.
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
weight-- and love? Can love
be other than mere sex,
nature's sole mandate?

And your science now tells
you: what can I ever know?
All is...

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I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.

I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one year!
(Poor Momma's back!)

I saw the angel-face boy
of four who spoke only
gibberish-- the doctors
told my parents "Sorry,
but he's an imbecile,
best send...

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"50 Words for Poe: Temporal"



"Labyrinthine mind 
within chalked 
bones of cranium
lies the vestibule 
and shrine of
broken sacraments -
absent Advent,
Pentecost and
an "epiphany" 
solely lacking 
The All Divine.
There She lays like
Iseult waiting for 
Dragon's tongue
Black night eternal
immersed vanilla amoeba
floating ectoplasm
transmuting in time
there, keys will be found
like broken...

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We war with impunity

And weaponise such things as the 
beauty of flowers

And all for what ?

When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes

Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt...

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The mind of man defines his self
Thought separates him from the beast.
For rationale transcends all else
So with reason was man bequeathed?

Nature adjusts its balanced scales
Predators thrive upon their prey
Quarry decays in mankind’s trail
While intellects cloth, does sadly fray. 

Conceit within sees simple creatures
Instincts supply for...

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A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares and the sorts treats its new version.
Purplish flowers are structurally framed,
like a cross handle, silver hairs orphan.
Majestic still today, handle...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of a new moon
Milkwood’s just another street 
Black Cat spreads it’s...

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Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose am I created?
How does something so perfect, create something so...

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We are kenyan superstars,
That is what we are,
Kenya our mother land and pride,
Shines so bright that it cannot fade,
Today we hear,`Kenyan athletes bring home,
Bronze,Silver and Gold,'
Tomorrow,``The Kenya Rugby 7's defeat New zealand again.''

The Maasai culture came up with the Akala sandals,
Which are made out of...

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Beneath a misty veil of ‘Euphoria’ by Calvin Klein, she dares to dream of acceptance in a world of wanna-be Literary Giants who are members of an elite writer’s group, as she drives along a winding road studded with potholes smaller than most of the...

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Africa my home
Africa there is still hope
Africans blow horns and assemble
To unite as siblings from the same home

Africa my home
Africa day should not stir ashes of colonialism
But arouse the spirit of Ubuntu
So we can skip the hinges of isolation

Individualism was forced down our throat
During the...

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It's not like Sociology 101
It's like let's learn about "The One"

As I meander down the hall I stop and stare
Man, he's looking fine, just like a black mare

Oh, concentrate now, where is this class?
Why am I here, to me love has been such an albatross

Don't...

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