Will it be gazetted on the pretext of prejudice
As ever spelt...,will justice begotten or merely
Remains unattainable to a few kins in mind's
Declaration of Victor's triumphant jollification
Ever schemed to subdue justice as jurisdiction
Of lame sentiments are we the booty leakers
Whom engraves the freedoms of the generality
Mongers whom strain the ethos of democracy
Monsters whom robs and plunder our bounty
Mobsters and gangsters of that sort in courts...
At the end of the day is the stereotyped "us"
Who will suffer in this political distress spelling
A shipwreck in the gulf of egocentric politicians
Even my thoughts never taken into consideration
Viva... Viva ... Viva with my vote propelling them all
Propelling them to sail through yet they too draw
A blank on my concern, the hope drifts now that
Amandla is begotten by the spawn eager to spare
His glory I shout " Amandla kumajita " Msebenzi for
I am tired of picking from their pocket petty coins...
Lowlifediarist
AHA HAIKU 13
Songbird psalm
Balcony duet;
Cheery cold morning
~~~~~~~~~
Squirrel escapades
Up and down and up;
Curious zigzag
~~~~~~~~~
Quick footsteps surge
By parkway bench;
Eyes far away
~~~~~~~~~
Old man sits
Stares at people;
Solitary wonder
~~~~~~~~~
Chocolate ganache cake
Half for my neighbour;
Gratitude smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Silent distress stings
Lift breakdown;
Sultry faces
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy blessing
On my forehead;
Aqueous baptism
~~~~~~~~~
Cigarette ban enforced
Public places gazetted;
Motley odd faces
~~~~~~~~~
Miniature books
Curios I fancy;
Deeply moving
~~~~~~~~~
Curious excursions
Wonder greets sore eyes;
Abrupt delights
~~~~~~~~~
Takeaway meal packs
Simple nourishment;
TV distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Bus stop crowd
Huddle for shelter;
Torrential rain
~~~~~~~~~
Darkness rains swift
Night crickets buzz;
Neat escapades
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Leon Enriquez
05 June 2016
Singapore
A lot said of Almighty’s modeling
Just a few minutes to lunchtime ding
Persons like thee make any evidence of such perish
You came out hot from a specific idea
From the horizon of my world
Your image burns like the Maghreb sun
As a mortal of black earth that was once green
I made special effort to collect my mouth after a grin
Which you planted scientifically upon me through a glance
Oh my poor scotched heart how will it ever decode
The messages you send from your bosom?
Upon the part of my lips
Your sweet name leaps
Straight into niche of memory
Gazetted for cauliflory
Creating a colony
There with live pixels
May the heavens bless your viability!
Your flower to be sweet upon maturity
And your virtues be multiplied as your pollen
My nose will never tire to drag in your perfume.