We meandered along the cays in June
Our blistered feet untoughened,
White with ooze and sand
Caring the least for nothing
Save taut sail and steady breeze
And good news from home.
Cap steered as rudder let
The clipper sensed his notion
While the mainsail bloomed above us
And billows tossed the ocean,
We thought of dusk and port
And good news from home.
When our vessel slapped the shore
We went in search of life and laughter
And found our legs again,
A time for jollying after
We talked of days ahead
And good news from home.
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Categories:
jollying, adventure, sea,
Form: Free verse
Here i am with rethoric questions racing in me everyday ,
It's festive now ,everyone is out to see their mothers and fathers ,
what about me Lord ?
They are out there jollying everywhere with words of praises ,
But who's praising me now ?
Who is comforting me when ice age revists the life of me ?
That last time I saw Mommy ,
I was a toddler ,so is Father in my ages of embryo ,
I never felt the presents of my old man ,
I'm being told stories he was like I am ,
But wearing such belief is poking Eminem .
I'm out searching for hope here and there ,
But its never enough ,
Hapiness is my enemy .
At worst I'm being given names ,
with fingers poking me to the center of hatred .
Why didn't you give them such chance to see me flourishing .
It is useless I'm telling you ,to have all this wonderful materialistic things but Momma isn't here to approve these that I accomplished .I
'm all here fed up all day with tears rolling my eyes and there isn't a soul to comfort me ,
ohh dear Death ,You are heartless .
Categories:
jollying, death, heartbroken, lonely,
Form: Free verse
THE PASSING TRAIN
Iam inside the fastest train,
This is not my very first time
Nor there is changes to define,
Same destination on my brain.
Once a green field now harvesting,
But I don't know the reapers song
Because Iam moving along,
The harvesters are jollying.
Staring at the passing houses,
Whether the same people staying
Those cows the same ones seen
grazing,
My memory minimises.
At one place a dirty black pond,
An oasis for cows and birds
The long legged white birds play
sports,
With the cows to show sign of bonds.
Cauliflowers forms a jungle,
Mango trees looks like broccolli
Dry terraced fields a moor broadly,
Corn hairs like king's mane in
shambles.
The round sun began to set in,
Slowly like a blazing fire
The western sky dance with desire,
I saw it from the moving train.
Watisungla Ao
27/03/2013
Categories:
jollying, adventure
Form: Quatrain