No worry, no controversy, nor weariness,
no hurry, love is air and wind,
nor anything can holdback a speck of tis,
twilight, dawn is a kind of tide like sunlight stir and kind,
now, those ones can is a prey,
because tis are who fancy to rewind already fun,
what we cannot repeat is a frail story.
SWEET MOTHER
I stood by the window
As I watched the sunrise
Waiting for you to come home
For we all miss you
I find it difficult in my heart
To holdback, the tears shed a fortnight
I still feel your love afresh in my heart
It conserves me when the night is dark
I long to behold you, to clasp your hand
Walk with you every Sunday to church
Also the times we both went to the market
Oh, how I miss the sweet savor of your smile
I can not measure sacrificed made for the family
You always have the best intentions for me
I am sorry for my selfish attitude
Not getting used to a world without you
The significance of a loving mother
Is priceless, invariably at its face value
Wish I can turn back the hands of time
Show you how much you have impacted
My whole life wetin a short while
I have grown to be an upright man
Kept your words close to my heart
To live the right life
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M-iss not the boat,
H-urry up, time flies fast;
E-agerly do it now,
L-et not holdback last.
M-iss not the boat,
A-s the voyage begins;
R-efrain from being late
T-o start counting wins.
I-nstead of missing the boat,
L-ook for the quickest way;
L-et not the time run out,
A-s you see the break of day.
N-ever waste the chance, using not the rain as a scapegoat;
O-n the first of September, miss not the boat.
In your hands you hold my life
Firmly, handle me like a knife
Cut a love so deep into my heart
You possess my inner most part
You wear a hidden smile like a crescent moon
Without your shine I’m half a man
In your face you holdback a laugh
At my not-so-funny jokes, choke like half-a-cough
You call me your 'hero'
If only you knew,
I’m a sidekick looking for a superhero
You’re stronger than you’ll ever know
I’m hopeless without your cape of kindness
Loveless without your seductive superpowers
You’re my obsession and my only delight
My lighthouse when I'm lost in life’s darkest night
All I am is a man in an intoxicated state
Drunk on your perfect figure eight, struggling to stand-up straight
The one weakness I can’t turn into a strength
The one person from which I can never hide the truth
some are different
those with handicaps
handicaps is the strange word
we call to hinder
holdback and impede
burden or limit
where are the rules
those which say these
are the restricted
and we normal
a gripping fills my chest
when i watch a crowd
react to one we label
physically challenged
this human race
depending on shortcomings
to nurse our psyche
reaching the top by
stepping on
the least of these
i wish to meet this man
named social order
to tell him how
incredibly witty he is
to have us all fooled
swallowing the conception
that those without blemish
are superior
i will smile to myself
when social order
meets the creator
the creator of
the least of these