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On the wall standing
Amidst the danger encroaching
Mirrors the alligator’s razors
Securely entrenched in mud waiting
A boa slides into the deep...
The seconds tick amicably.
A table for two served yet again
Another tango about to be untangled
Periodic busts of water
Jet from the sighing sea...
A canoe capsizes
In this noonday medley
A suckling amidst the troubled current
Heads gaily for the sea’s bed...
Another scene, the serene sea
Running a sapid gold hue
Allows a fluttering dove above admiringly
To the nonchalant glare
In the distant horizon
Of the setting sun.
Afar the mongrels howl
At grotesque elements from hade...
Suddenly Andromeda hurtles through the sky
In search of her Medusa-defeated lover
Provoking Hercules into a riotous laughter
As its echoes furious might does Atlantis in...
A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold marigolds.
In the gracious garden spot the traveler singled her out -
his gaze resting admiringly upon her.
Each day as he passed that spot,
she was the one he sought. . .
And day by day the traveler came around,
speaking through the fence softly in sweet sounds
that wafted her way with the wind.
Persistent wasp, in guise of a honeybee,
he tried so hard to wear that flower down. . .
till unexpectedly, he strode right through the gate,
and blissfully ignorant of a rose's care,
plucked her up, swept her high up into the air,
and uprooted that blue rose from her safe soil.
But he did not a gardener make.
Knowing nothing of roses,
he knew very little of any flower he pursued.
Moreover, one mere blue rose cannot long compete
with the other bright fanciful flowers
which, along that traveler's path, he was sure to meet.
Those soft whispered words
that caressed her blossomed cheek
soon ceased.
And the water to her soul (if a rose has a soul,
he did not care to know), stopped its flow.
Scars he left -
new thorns on her stem that grew outward
from his cruel cut,
but she'd go on. . . .
Long time replanted now in solid refuge ground,
the strange blue rose
has gained self-understanding,
that one thing for himself (she imagines)
which the traveler she so briefly knew
has never found.
I sit down here…
Staring admiringly at my big belly.
Round and firm like I have never seen before.
Love resides there.
I caress it slowly…
Hoping he/she knows I’m here.
I smile thinking how blessed I am.
Love resides there.
I cringe lightly….
He/she is such a kicker.
Must think it’s a soccer field in there.
Love resides there.
I look up, close my eyes……
And hurt a little.
Knowing my little fella is being judged.
Love resides there
I hurt a lot…
Realizing my mistakes.
But knowing it cannot be reversed.
Love resides there.
My baby, my love….
I do not have a ring on my figure.
Your father is almost non-existent now.
But you are love, you reside here.
My joy, my life….
They judge us, they say you are cursed.
Born out of a union not recognized by society.
But you are love, you reside here.
My all, my sweet….
It does not matter, God has already blessed us.
He forgave me, hence you are already forgiven.
You are love, you reside under his wings.
My darling, ruva rangu…
We shall not be defined by what society thinks.
I shall not be defined by being a single parent.
You were meant to be, love resides within you.
So my baby, my blessing in disguise….
You are blessed beyond measure.
You will grow up, you will be wise.
For you are love.
Loved by me, loved by God.
Therefore my sweet, my baby.
Where you are, who you are.
Is love and love resides there.
For every woman who has ever been judged for having pre-marital babies.
Mistakes happen, we learn from them. We teach from them.
God forgives for his word says so. We repent, we become born again.
we become whole again.
© Herzel Poshiwa
We all want equality of freedom
Yet they boo Africans of racism
How come colour concocted a disease
Day by day, we continue recording deportees
Even in our own theatre
At those who dressed native; we flutter
But we go nutter
To foreign dress; as we mutter admiringly like an orator
Not our culture or its prestige we groove on
More confident to countermove and condemn
Yet we cherished to be one
To achieve the counterterrorism is what am still to fathom
It seems we wish to forget our Origin
Then if the foundation is faulty
How would we help our dudgeon
When we do not live for our dreams' actuality
Lisa, a fellow freshman who lives in our neighbor suite, is a breathtaking beauty from New York - the kind of beauty that toppled ancient Greek empires - a sun-like beacon to the male sex. Anna (one of my four suitemates) gasped and said, “The gods walk among us.” The first time we saw her at orientation.
If Lisa lays in one of the hammocks in the quad to study - in minutes there’ll be 10 guys doing athletic male things like throwing footballs and foot juggling fobs - anything olympian and roughly physical to show off and draw her interest.
Late one afternoon, Anna and I were studying and watching such a scene from a second floor patio garden. Sunny, (another of my suitemates) just returning from class, took in the scene. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Are you smelling roses?” Anna observed.
“Better than roses,” Sunny said. Looking down at the preening guys. “They’re gorgeous,” she sighed, “Why can’t I have just ONE?”
“They’re already entranced.” Anna said, peering over her sunglasses.
“Awwww!” Sunny purred, “Look at the pretty one in the orange shorts.”
“Too late, I said, “she’s already culled him out from the herd.”
It was true, Lisa was slowly leading him away from the pack, spellbound.
“She’ll probably eat him.” I said.
“How does she DO that?” Anna asked admiringly.
“I don’t think she even tries - it’s probably pheromonal.” Sunny said ruefully.
Our envy isn’t raw enough to curdle into dislike - we agree that she doesn’t seem to TRY to be the center of attention - we just wonder where she finds the time for it all.
Take a look my Love
do you see how the diamonds of our dreams
are burning so brightly and violently
silhouetting the lips of our wishes against the walls of ancient Latin gold
in the sacred villa of Love's Kingdom where there is no escape
where rescue is unwanted,
where we survive and grow stronger in the gymnasium of passion's glory
did you notice that above the rose vine gateway
the phrase Sancta Simplicitas is carved deeply into the black and white marble,
do you feel the crimson love stress within your throat,
do you taste your soul's intestinal fortitude
surfacing on your spiked tongue
as we wrestle eachother ruthlessly, like champions that die in defeat,
moral armbars, clean elbow strikes to the jaw of flippancy,
pressure point pinches to the arteries of our inhibitions,
intellectual left and right hooks landing on the cheeks of our wisdom,
poetic hip throws to the mat of hard lust
defiant choke holds of love, flawless in tight execution
penetrating the blood brain barrier with the ecstasy of warrior fervor,
and as we lay sweatied and spent on the ground of this rough enlightenment
we look at eachother admiringly and realize like young romance
that we live for a single, shared purpose
to teach love what love means,
If they ever say diamonds to diamonds, dust to dust
they'll be speaking in bereavement of our beauty and bravery, of our best,
and I won't allow that,
as I know damn well
that you will not tolerate such misgivings either my Love,
instead,
we shall build a war machine of divine desire
that will destroy the proven walls of conventional psychology
erect a fortress of love that can withstand total despair,
and they will know the strength of our diamond love
as it guides the lost and lonely
through chaotic oceans of heart hysteria as with us,
no one will ever say our love died,
because we fought for it to live my Love -
Sancta Simplicitas is an ancient Latin phrase meaning...Holy Simplicity...
J.A.B.
many a Christmas gifts from past I cherish,
admiringly look and fondly reminisce,
from years ago one pleasant and unique,
brings tears to my eyes, tenderly I gaze.
admiringly look and fondly reminisce,
it's an engraved picture in a golden frame,
brings tears to my eyes, tenderly I gaze,
gift I received from my beloved student
it's an engraved picture in a golden frame
knocking at the door a dainty little lass,
gift I received from my beloved student
never forgot that gleaming radiant face.
knocking at the door a dainty little lass
her companion - a delightful feisty duck
never forgot that gleaming radiant face,
who adored her teacher as a shining star
her companion - a delightful feisty duck
a picturesque landscape surrounding her,
who adored her teacher as a shining star
memory of a rookie kindergarten teacher
a picturesque landscape surrounding her
Christmas gifts bring memories of rejoicing,
memory of a rookie kindergarten teacher
many a Christmas gifts from past I cherish
December 1, 2021
For " A Christmas Gift Memory Poetry" Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
LOCKED UP
Not an ordinary day in a garden where nature smiles at us,
canopied with the blue sky, the flowers in their autumn beauty
with the freshest hue. lulled by the infinite scent of nature,
melodies from unschooled professionals echo above
as the evening breeze gently touches us.
Not far apart is an queen enclose in her gentle rain.
I gaze admiringly totally engulfed, unlike the ones on my rear view
this one tickle my fancy making me want to live in the moment forever,
her face shone as though with the rising sun in an atmosphere
of gilts and glamour, this thick aura of love that have engulfed us drown every fear.
Her eyes filled with wanders fore-tale of the world here after.
her laughs massage's my ego in many unpredictable ways
On that day every wise man have an intuition,
I slouch in her ambush in sweet surrender,
cooee on her she responded with a yes looking at her
I die from the infectious shy smiles and blissful radiance
beaming from her, refreshing more than the mountain dew, i felt like am in a conquered territory.
Something in her eyes make me want to lose myself into her arms,
I only come to realize she's lonely when I did.
I stand heavily burden with love in my heart smiling but
blinded with an invisible tears, suffocating under the heat of heart break
from the tears of yesterday fanning again the embers of love.
We walk down the gleeful street beside the crystal water fall,
where the waves cares the shore lines.
Been described by birds with broken wings as a wrong match
involve in the game of fools but not been exposed to western mischief
we raid on; dancing to the undertone music in our hearts.
Her voice bring me up to speed to act on the script of predestination,
thought I should run my pen through her but
well began is half done am still a prisoner of all I saw
looked up in the confine of love but yet still free.
Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,
Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn,
Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst,
And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles,
And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil
They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly,
And time remakes space,
Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography
And you and me,
And the spirit’s restless,
The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace,
Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in,
Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now,
You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain,
And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature,
once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage
Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze,
A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés
bereft of Joy
simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.
In July, the monsoon rains pound our land.
After several days of torrential downpour,
When the rain withdrew for an interim,
With the afternoon turning suddenly sunny,
Being shut in the house for days,
I couldn’t control my urge to roam.
Exactly a day before, I had bought a white T- shirt
I twisted it and tied it here and there
Dipped it in rainbow colors,
With shades of blue predominating.
Though it was my first amateur attempt,
Was proud of the outcome.
A swirl of blue-
A splash of red and crimson-
In strange circular patterns,
No two looking alike, each quite unique.
After drying it in the sun for some time,
I folded it and kept it aside.
I was eager to put it on while going out.
When wearing it, my mother said-
“In your tie and dye T-Shirt
You look a peacock in strut feathers”
Proudly wearing my casuals,
I went out on my scooter.
Street children admiringly looked at me.
Smart l was in a splash of colors!
How quick was the change of weather,
Soon rain began pouring down.
It soaked me through and through.
When I reached home,
I was like the cunning Fox of the folk lore
That got dipped in a pail of blue…!
No one was there to hail me King
I withdrew to the bathroom,
To wash myself clean!