Dedication
Handwork, practice
Makes you expert.
Categories:
handwork, celebrity, character, perspective, sports,
Form: Than-Bauk
Soul’s innate creative urge,
causes in heart, an upsurge,
creating in space, a rhythm,
throbbing in mind-body prism.
Entwined with the universe,
our mind then conjures a verse,
which ego claims as its own,
although seeds are by soul sown.
Attuned to love’s vibration,
unique is each creation,
penning patterns on paper,
the way we like to caper.
The music’s not our handwork,
so we best wipe off our smirk,
but nevertheless since we’re here,
we let the fragrance draw near.
Just like petals in full bloom,
soul’s vibrance too likes to zoom,
which works for poets like us,
joyous aboard God’s bliss bus.
Categories:
handwork, poetry, poets,
Form: Jueju
A child that you are
Is the man that you become
From years of struggle
Wearing the robes of hope,
And drinking from the fountains of freedom
Freedom from ignorance
Built on years of pursuit
Of science and commerce.
Freedom from poverty
Through hard work and handwork
In the scorching heat of the sun
And in the cold arms of the season
A child that you are;
One borne out of innocence
In a world of pretense,
Of love and hatred
And of war and peace.
And when the world becomes crazy
And those of your peer become lazy,
Put on your robes of hope
And remember the child that you are.
Categories:
handwork, childhood, life, motivation,
Form: Narrative
I don't have the strength to love you again
Repeatedly I have had to stare at our memories
I sleep and wake up everyday with a tear-stained face
I have clinged to this sadness
This sorrow and tears of losing you
This is the fifth time Amaka
Your apologies make no sense again
You have made my emotions grow resistance to the word "sorry"
I wonder if he tasted me when he kissed you
Perhaps he felt my seeds when he entered deep into you
Very sad how I have wasted the last five years of my life thinking you will change
Yet, every year, different men
At different spots
All hitting the same spot
The same spot I have dedicated my life to worship and be loyal to
Amaka, don't even dare say it is devil's handwork this time
It is obvious you are his First Daughter....
Categories:
handwork, anger, deep, depression, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
I’ve asked you for love, but my heart
Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld,
I’m a broken-pieced soul.
I prayed for success, instead all I see
Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus,
All tight up blocking every hole to breathe.
I asked for this dear life but in it I see tears pinning my cheeks.
I’m inches away from crying such blood left in me,
Momma is with no degrees,
Father left in the ages of storm
And the shelter I have pours water when it rains.
My friends, the ones I grew up with, changed with lanes ‘cause
I fail to even get handwork to make a living in me.
My hair is greyish not by mistake,
The world I live in favours the sons and daughters of the rich,
Without connections I’m just moss in the middle of the Kalahari.
When I try to keep up, they are dragging me down
Like a prey impala on the canines of lion, why me?!
Why do I have to feel pain all emotionally, physically
Like I was bred with it hereditarily?
Why can’t I just get a hold of myself once?!
Guide me please!! I haven’t lost faith in you.
Categories:
handwork, prayer,
Form: Narrative
AFRICA
Africa my continent,
I idolize you,
But let’s forget about the past,
And focus on tomorrow,
Let’s not be like the earthworm,
That you take,
You think that it does not know,
Where it’s going,
But it returns to the,
Ground.
We have the oceans and streams,
But we lack navies,
We need more navies.
I idolize thee.
She is the nature’s ally,
But we lack engineers,
We need more engineers.
We are connected with the,
Ozone layer,
But the sun sets from our
Village to the north.
She is populated,
But we need more,
Infants,
I idolize you.
We have reverence,
But we lack pope.
We have cardinals,
But,
We need crusaders,
We have brothers,
But we need our niece and aunts.
For our markets,
We have scissors but we
Lack machines,
When will we have barbers shops?
THEMES
1. Security
2. Handwork
3. Forgiveness
4. Natural gifts
5. Love
6. Corruption
7. Humility
8. Intelligent
Categories:
handwork, africa,
Form: Alliteration
Wreath twisted by handwork combined
A wreath with strands of holly and vine.
A seasonal sign the withy willow with blood beads red
With branches by hand, a woven wreath design.
Wreath writhing wrists work wildly,
Wildly within a world worn worthy, winter wanted,
And work-ed wreath, to enliven winter whitened door or walls,
Wreath in the wild winter will wild wishes fulfil.
©Joe Maverick 12-2010
in participation & support of
Dr Rams Christmas wreath contest.
Categories:
handwork, on writing and wordswinter,
Form: Prose Poetry
my mouth munch with joy
the morsels flee my saucer
my mother's handwork
Categories:
handwork, food
Form: Haiku
Did you ever see a beautiful rainbow,
Away up in the sky above?
This masterpiece was sent to show,
God's wonderful promise of love.
Oh, the glorious radiant colors,
Coming through the bright sunshine,
Makes you know that over yonder,
Lives the master artist of all time.
This mighty handwork of God.
No human painter could portray.
A picture painted by the masters hand,
In such a glorious array.
Someday we will see once more,
As we have never been shown,
The most perfect of rainbows,
Stretched around God's throne.
Categories:
handwork, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Hues change in an array of textures;
varied depth of colors
fill my vision.
Inviting renewed effort,
achievements feel possible.
God's handwork abounds..
Calming feelings envelop,
enscone my mind;
victory is assured.
Pungent odor of faith
fills nostrils, hungry
for the presence of God.
Horizons fill the sense,
spiritual and others,
feel the loving touch of God.
Categories:
handwork, devotion, faith, happiness, hope,
Form: Free verse
Your Romantic eyes,so Alluring.
Your Nose,the Handwork of Nature.
Your Cheek,always with a Calid Glow.
Your Lips,a smooth Coaster-rolling
Lickable bumbs,so inviting.
Your Charming Smile,like the Whispers
of the Clouds,so Disarming.
Your Dentition,the Sparckle of the Stars,
only comparable to the Glitters of Gemstone.
Your Sonorous Voice,with the Velvety
Garnishing,announcing its Uniqueness.
Your Laughter,the Beckoning sound of a
Happy Welcome.
Your Mouth.,Embers of Loving Wetness.
Your Tongue,a Willing Lollying Tenant
in your mouth.
Your Kiss,a Clicking Sound of Love Rhythm.
Your Moaning,a Sexy Music to the
Loving Ears.
All,Highlighting the Adorable Nature of your Face.
Categories:
handwork, happiness, love, passion, sound,
Form: Romanticism