At the airport
I am stopped by a uniformed man
with strange customs.
Anything to declare?
I have declared everything in my poetry.
How many poems have you, sir?
Oh, about sixty or so.
The legal limit is ten.
You will be charged duty on the rest.
I was charged.
He scribbled a receipt in blank verse.
I got away lightly this time,
he didn’t find the rest.
Thank goodness he did not look
inside my head.
The sun bursts through my window
flooding my world my universe.
I'm energized to start my day.
My mind on overdrive
overflows with creativity,
ideas cascade i wish i could keep up
Open those floodgates,
let’s see what happens ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Prickling, my intuition is charged.
I can see what I need to do,
even if I don’t know how;
Some will tell me it’s off,
the way I listen;
Right then I win,
with that old
wildcard
thrown.
Jesus Christ was born
to bring light to a dark world
let Him shine in you
A mind realized that it had become
itself, a self
that had been molded by fractured hands
yet somehow
by the grace of time
had now become itself.
This self was both a shop-window and a mannikin,
yet even though it was a cut-out
of certain carefully crafted characteristics of an imaged reality,
it knew it was,
and
that is the difference
between one who sleep-walks an existence
and one who is fully-charged
and ready to be a light
unto itself.
Keep your morning informed
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with
The critical news
The breaking news
The latest news
The in-depth reports
Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world
But news can't simply be surfaced
Without evidence of a witness
Or some physical proofs
Or else it will be charged
But a piece of news after
A long court case or a suspension
Is no more first-hand
And no more attracting
And a piece of news incomplete
Is no more a reflection of the truth
A piece of newspaper will gradually become
A piece of tissue paper,wrapping paper or waste paper
And the world will simply forget it
As a past event or a piece of history
The world won't learn any lesson
As it is no more news by tomorrow
Never doubt the availability
When looking for culpability
The guilty never wish to admit
They are, indeed, the culprit.
Written July 12, 2022
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
guilty as charged
four little boys start a pudding fight guilty sentenced with hose and mops
I have read an article today
an eye opener not even surprised remotely
where the minister of justice
running to a meeting hard pressed
has cast vote, on and behalf of another fraud member
Admitting being part of a rigging system
where a person can be two places at one time
treason is the highest ranked form of betrayal
illegal moves spoken of and recorded
like it will die on the wind a sudden death
Then put down as normal practice in such cases
begs a mind to wonder how guilty works
not a bit wonder their travel allowance
amounts to thousands weekly on expenses
shameful politics to say the very least
Then the 2 billion euro robbery is still not capped
like a gold mine they keep fleecing the treasury
with no regards to the humans suffering
Maybe the sheep will wake up eventually
they always say we live in hope for a better future
the biggest crooks work in government
kept in power by corrupt judges
those all shackled and tarred with the one brush
I've been accused.
Blood, Death& Hate
The crimes to which
my Words stand witness.
I've been accused.
Of imprisoning my smile
In the lock of a frown,
Drowning my laughter
in the tempest of unshed tears.
I've been accused.
Being doubtful
of the Benefit of the Doubt.
A life sentence
Chained to the Temple of the Almighty Cynic.
Under oath, I will confess.
It wasn't attempted murder nor theft
Rather Attempted Happiness.
The goal of an Ode to Merriment
was soon forgot
As my thoughts drifted back to
The Gang Melancholy
And my pen scribbled(once again!)
Blood, Death& Hate.
Verdict: Guilty as Charged.
Y.L Ndlovu
Here I go, I'm gonna have another shot
How many I've had, not sure I've forgot
I'm gonna drink till it numbs the pain
I'm gonna drink till I don't remember my name
I'm gonna inject till it takes me out of this place
I'm going to inject till I'm off my face
I'm gonna sleep around to block out my fears
I'm gonna sleep around till I cry no more tears
I'm gonna fight and take my pain out on you
I'm gonna fight till I'm battered black and blue
I'm gonna scream till my voice runs dry
I'm gonna scream as I'm afraid too cry
I'm gonna shout and don't care what I say
I'm gonna shout till everything becomes ok
I'm gonna cry as that's all I can really do
I'm gonna cry because I know I hurt you
I'm gonna try and get off the battlefield
I'm gonna try until my emotions are tightly sealed
Sometimes men need forgiving
When they don't know how to ask
Words really are unmintionable
If painfull the recent past
A womans heart is fragile
When given to the man she loves
She knows she can't take it back
But only be scorned by love
Hear her silence roaring
Like a lioness looking for cubs
See her eye's exploring
The soul of the one she loves
Feel her motionless body
When seeking the littlest kiss
Her memory totally empty
Of any shared bliss
How can I fix this
How can I fix this
How can I fix this!
I'm on my bended knees
I would do most anything
If I could only please
The thing that once was living
The thing that I once had
Please give it back
It's the only thing that matters
The thing that I lack
I can love unselfishly
And you would be my queen
Remember what I am to you
And wipe the record clean
I won't stray beyond your reach
And we shall be as one
Perhapes to bring us closer
This awful thing was done
Back away if you want silence;
Loud! I'm louder than the
loudest clap of thunder
Fiery lightening lights up the
sky;
A shield
The storm my protective cover.
Back away if you want calm,
Charged! I'm filled with the
energy
Of this electric storm
The power ringing in the air
My shield Singed
I am charged, I stand strong.
my dreams demons lurk
shocks and jolts make my body jerk….
quick fix doesn’t work
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