There between the sandy dunes
And the ageless azure shore
Stood a little driftwood hut
That I’d never seen before
The beach grass waved and whispered
And the ocean waved and roared
As I found myself enticed
To step inside the door
Who had built this humble house
This sturdy little shell
To listen to the sea’s song in
Or let some hermit dwell?
Or maybe it was meant to be
A place to meditate
To find myself inside myself
While I sit and wait.
A man of pure heart
hurts by hate
As is going to the hut
That is near the woman with cat,
Who is having haircut.
Thoughts like entries in a old maritime log;
They're kenneled on a shelf like a dog;
From a ship; dry docked in a bottle,
Within a remote hut; of daub and wattle,
In my mistakes, perhaps there were no lessons found worth learning;
My mind keeps them in a structure; that could so easily be set to burning
I have no desire; to become someone I don't understand
So many that were close to me; have let that foul demon, get the upper hand;
So good is the chance, my memories will be gone historically; without a trace;
Their discovery won't be fulfilled; until there's a ghost, standing in my place
in southern Sudan,
the traditional hut house
deep regard, hut off
In Nigeria demands some guilt
You’d lived and never a house built;
More forgivable one did strive
But at last could not a car drive.
You have to God leave out of this:
You know among your friends what you miss.
In my country we keep flashing guilt
For huts we’d planned but had not built
Day by day in the mirror wilt,
When dead turns faster into silt…
Mansion ensures one’s names don’t wilt:
Keep living after you’d turned dust…
So, for a house, not women lust.
You let the quest grow into Must’
And it cause to explode like Gust!
I do not want to insinuate they are dangerous but….
I hide in the brush when I meet one or run to my hut.
I am careful to never make eye contact or make a loud step
Green elves and ghost goblin gremlins all have a dangerous rep
They are masters of animals, especially good with a wolf.
A cyclops runs from them, or he ends up with them on his hoof
They are intensely intense – their stare will dazzle your eyes.
I am running away from one now, no big surprise.
Hut boy left the house,
mom is unaware of the scene,
street kids telling stories of sighting him running out.
mom's shivering fear couldn't picture unhappy boy,
her feet dragging around, so do her eyes wavering.
she's believing in some incident caused; but
not that he caused this incident
fellow kids reporting stories differently or somewhat similar
of the shouting school kids after school
the train track by bushes; he used to walk on
the dirty pond; he used to throw pebbles on
a hollow tree; he used to climb on
an abandoned, fallen house's wall; he used to sit on;
to see a road of carts and cars on
his buddy unfolds a story of;
his loving the faded green car; always going to left
Oh, that heads to the city, mom screamed.
there's nothing by the pond or tree or house or track
kids scared my son or might force him or abuse
he might have gone after the green car,
he might be in the city.
we need to go to the city, we need to go to the city;
facing dad by mom, we must go to the city;
because my son is in the city.
The city is full of defeats and unending paths,
lots of cars and some green cars,
lots of kids and none like her boy.
The frogs croaked and it was dawn,
there were so many that they formed a carpet.
Grass full of them noisy...
The satanic moon fading and emptying the world...
The silence announcing your arrival...
Soon the lake mirror reproduced
the dizzy flight of dragonflies
but did not reflect him,
that dared across the field
kicking locusts,
crushing beetles and ants,
limping horrible to the hut
where he stole my kiss and blood,
sneaking back into the woods.
Now I look, terrified, for the dog.
That unnecessary bum...
Always running mad,
scaring birds, skunks and rats,
seeming to mock my terrible thirst,
the fleecy neck veins pulsing
with what I now need to live
The steam was coming from something boiling in the cauldron. The old woman glided across the dirt floor, a bunch of herbs in her hand. It was dark, you could barely see the steam taking the shape of a skull. Then a flash of lightning lit up the twisted trees around the hut and the stone path that led into the woods.
A dog barked as the old woman opened the door, eyes red in her wrinkled face.
She stopped suddenly, looked around, opened her mouth and her horrible scream froze the seas, dried up the crops, killed the cattle and made you go away from me forever, my love.
He had this place
a shed to shed skins in.
At the burnt-out end of day
under a naked electric light
he sat to empty his mind
of all issues,
all the well-thumbed memories
that brought him no joy
or gain.
The light bulb began to swing back and forth.
He began to count the gentle swings.
As he watched
the swings gained strength
swung faster.
He lost count,
then he lost himself,
The hut disappeared and returned
as night shed his soul from his shell.
The body for a while
still counted
steps it would take no more.
Issues and memories
littered the floor.
Little green hut was embarrassed and alarmed,
After renting a room to selfish rooting pigs
Both had bamboozled her; she was easily charmed.
They had messed up her house, ruined her digs.
Left muddy footprints splattered all over her wall.
She explained that they had been friends with some of her kin.
You were fooled neighbors said, making her feel small.
Humiliated, little green hut ran away and was never seen again.
In confluence of the river of life
Who hymn lots to gain
gets pain like hell besides having
a lot of gems and
wealth.
Those whose biography sails
love and compassion fair and faith
lives in love in words and thought
heaven they deserves to got
though may live in
dilapidated
home.
I'm hut.
In Ancient,
I was the perfect
Breeded by palms cut.
In my belly everyone liveth
When the villains wants to hurt
But now unlike then, I'm left with folks
Wisdom came to my people to make a difference
Little of their sweet talk I was belittled,so helpless
I am your HOME, your SHIELD, everyone care less.
Though I could lost the best but know i'm the first
What am I to you? That's the only question I'd left
Is it just a drawn triangle on a square box length?
Let the world know I am this!! written in concrete
Yea, I am the Hut, I was left alone, I am well hurt.
Asphyxiated and found dead
Raped and found dead
Unsure what happened, and found dead
Nepali women found dead
Snake bitten and found dead
Eaten by tigers and found dead
Left in a small dark menstrual hut
And found dead
Nepali women found dead
Shunned and labelled unclean
Ostracized for the wonderful way
God has insured they can have babies
Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen
And found dead. Someone is not right in the head.
These huts should be torn up and spit out.
Please, people, permanently get these women out!
*
A blizzard is coming everyone's in a rush
a cardinal pips out a song about mercy
then retreats into his red feathered hut~
*
People scurrying about gathering things
eaves are quickly collecting ivory dust
above hacking shovels and sweet gasoline~
*
Plowmen and salters are smoothing the ruts
wind chimes lie silent as playground swings
quietly praying for the strays and the bums~
*
Mercifully its over, drifts framing the morning
the crooner comes out of his red feathered hut
pips out a song about the charity of pine trees~
*
2/10/19
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