Anxiety l loathe you, yes loathe you l do
Uninvited , you invade my whole being
You serve me no purpose
When you get hold of me….there is no freeing
I never invited you in
I have told you continuously to leave me alone
Yet you do not listen
You still invade my whole being down to the bone
So, l reluctantly live with you
I do my best to keep you and your negativity at bay
I manage you , l cope with you
Though l know…..you are never far away
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
So, long I want to write to you
I am black and blue because of my absence, your view
Spiraling in stories of life, beyond what is, without proof, but the birds still sing of an old truth
Preoccupied
Opportunities, I shy
Reality calls as I’m falling from the sky again
But I want the ground to keep me
Want to learn to love some clarity
How could I want more than all the blessings on my shore
Thankful, sure, for reaching instead beyond 10/10
Drained you, drained me
Exist for her, fantasies drip off my soul
Dive in my dreams to swim around free
Wrapped in green, white, brown, gray…could we burn more coal?
Beauties around me but I can’t ever stay
Always getting higher than I can handle
can’t grip, get hold
But the ground’s never been my element
(You were harder than cement)
Let me steal away to the flow of these days
Singing, playing, swinging, limping, thinking, blinking, learning, taking
my time
Namaste
May your footprint show it’s reasons and rhymes
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
they lurk everywhere
religious fundamentalists
preying upon the unwary
stalking, seeking to convert
anyone they can get hold of
for them it is a do or die mission
attempting to thrust their faith
upon innocent bystanders passing by
interfering with God-bestowed free will
pursuing their ‘cause’ brazenly in public
what drives them to do this we wonder
as they go around waving posters
pictures, symbols, quotes from scriptures
but the truth of the matter really is
they have not seen God face to face
we apologise if we sound judgmental
but had the religious fundamentalists seen God
they would have realised the simple truth
that He is formless living light and agape love
and we likewise are as He, made in His image
when will the blind stop leading the blind?
we have to be quiet, we are not supposed to be here!
This was said in a whisper by their ghost friend Jeer.
It’s an old folk’s home, only old live people should be….
Anywhere near this park, he said specifically to me.
Can we sing a small song? I asked as quietly as I could.
As long as it does not go any further than this wood.
But I sing loud and hard, with gusto, so they all heard.
Come on! Said Count Dracula! You sing loud as a bird!
She’s not doing her best to be subtle, said the witch.
She ran off to get hold of a hickory switch.
If she gets too loud, give her whack across her back.
I was none to happy when I felt the very first smack.
The failed suicide.
He sat on the edge of a cliff, feet dangling in the air
the view was spectacular could see as far as only eagles could
could, and to think he had come here to end his life
Sat there, his troubles seemed small alright his wife had
left him, he had to leave their flat, had also lost his job too
and the visiting right to his snotty little children which
suspected was not his in the first place
For work, he could always get another job than the one he had
was a boring, 9 to 5 shifting paper, writing Ok, putting them
on an out-tray.
Now he had a fear of falling laid on his back trying to crawl
upwards, but with his feet over the cliff, he could not get hold
kept slipping down and falling
He didn’t fall far, landed in a tree sticking out of a crack and
had grown there for this reason only; clambering to the tree
hang there till rescuers, whose job it is to save people from
themselves came.
Down on the ground and embarrassed, he said, I was not
trying to commit suicide, admired the view, slipped and fell.
Sure, the rescuers said, we have many people, falling from
this cliff when admiring the view.
Emotions are still high
But I do think of you still,
You've been in the sky
For several months now.
Since then, a lot has changed in our lives,
But you are still here with me.
Providing me with direction through
This game is my very own personal hope.
I treasure all of my memories of you,
They will never go away.
You are there with me, even though
I cannot get hold of you.
I constantly shed a torrent of tears
Whenever I go to bed .
However, I am certain that you
Will appear in my dreams and
Shield me from my fears.
Because today is just another
Day, like all the others.
You'll in any case be
Here with me tomorrow.
You were the best NYAWINO
Forever engraved in my heart.
She wish you could write in her open heart
In motionless gaze of thy eyes embrace
To make her; tale of an adoring art
And design well the emotion of her grace
His eyes aren't catching up thy heart's wish
He could have imprint his stamp on thy lane
The wish could still dream true; go for English
Brace culture and will for such free campaign
Culture stands aright; wish it logical
To get hold unto a little miles form
And propose her will; sociological
But ladies are bound by the polished norm
Styling wish lies alone quietly dying
One day: he would see; there you are praying
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
"The Maid's Kid"
The boy saw his mother grubbing on her knees,
Toiling like a mouse to get hold of the cheese.
She works around the house, cleaning all the dishes,
She sacrifices her nights to fulfill her child's wishes.
Panting breath, bearing the pains,
She does her best and never complains.
She believes that they are the drops of gold,
Her honesty and hardwork would never get old.
Seeing his mother in unbearable pain,
'You won't be a maid,' he promised again.
Wiping off her tears, she smiled and replied,
'No work is big or small, if you do it with pride.'
- Nairuti Thakar
******
It is always now.
Get it?
It is never.....then!
For sure...never tomorrow.
So get hold of the moment.
We don't know when our 'nows'
May come to an abrupt end!
Just smile and rejoice.
In this shiny pearl of the moment.
That you are so blessed,
to be housed in it.
2/10/2021
~ 5 ~
Between Sundays and the week to come,
it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone.
The flow of tick tocking the passing through,
when the rushing of the important is to pursue.
Days just disappear to wondering grieve,
while nights to sleep are to short to believe.
Moon tides smile growing full of restless sleep,
when that exhaustion only ask for that deep.
The tragedy about time that just perish,
when we cannot get hold of the now to cherish.
Taking life by the day that forever last,
so that we can celebrate it with a blast.
No more promises for tomorrow as hope,
and yesterdays regret a habit interlope.
Thursdays from Latin is Jovis related to Jupiter,
called the remover of all obstacles for the better.
Then as we know everything can happen,
on Thursdays even when you don’t know Latin.
Sometimes problems appear to come in batches,
and finding solutions is like trying to light wet wood.
This futile attempt is a mere waste of matches,
and the results will be smoke in all likelihood.
When I allow a problem to defeat me today,
It continues to occupy my time tomorrow.
Ignoring a problem just increases its stay,
Which often leads to heartache and sorrow.
The preponderance of a problem that may exist,
Psychologically influences my solution.
No matter the size it shouldn’t be dismissed,
Through prayer and searching comes resolution.
I tell myself
Courage must come from the soul within
You must finish the win to win
So figure it out yourself
You were born with all the Great have had,
Get hold of yourself and say 'I can '
Sing Africa, sing!
Shout to the Lord with your being
Sing to His glory for the great resources He gifted you
Sing like a bird that sings to its Maker, in adoration of His splendour
Sing Africa, sing!
Sing so loud like never before
Let all your children march towards emancipation
Sing with a united voice that sounds so sweet to the ears of those who love you
Sing Africa, sing!
Sing until the wicked roots of poverty are uprooted
Sing like you were not once enslaved by those who wanted your children wiped away
Sing as if you have never known pain, and joy is your everyday bread
Sing Africa, sing!
Sing from a Soul that carries best wishes for the Motherland
Sing in victory over the battles you won
Sing, let no one stop you from doing what you do best
Sing Africa, sing!
Get hold of that xylophone, trumpet, shekere, ekwe, djembe, flute, whistle, harp, horn, gong, balo, kora, kassa, marimba, mbira or any other musical instrument which you play with passion and pride, as the Masters of music
Sing Africa, because you understand the power of a song
i was there
silent and faceless
i was there
calm and motionless
impossible for the eyes to behold
difficult for the senses to get hold
now i move, an escape perhaps
so slow yet the senses grasp
the blinded eye beheld,fear and despair
i move again, against the eyes that scare
tethered to the sight of a sight so rare
i was there i am there i will be there
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