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As a new year approaches
I realise the world is full of roaches
Snakes hidden in the grass
Their necks full of brass
With moments of realisation
The filled me with devastation
A year filled to the brim with betrayal
Knowing I cannot enable
The hurt to spread and continue
Hand me the tissue
For I will be the better man
By getting therapy and a plan
To overcome the emotions
And silence the commotions
Deep within my mind
I will not be defined
By the hurt of the past
This will not be the last
They hear about me
I will confront them to set myself free
I know some of those can’t be held accountable
Death made that preventable
I realised the past damaged me
They are not my life’s referee
This is an end to a miserable year
But I will be clear
That next year could be better
I won’t be a forgetter
But can’t move pat these horrors
And be life’s explorer
I learnt a lot in twenty twenty five
And know I won’t just survive but thrive
2025 needs to be in the history books
Along with all the thieves and crooks
I need to accept the rejections
Accept the imperfections
Forget about the regret
And have a drink and cigarette
Here is to hoping 2026 will be better
Bring back the fun and leisure
A year full of hope and possibility
And hopefully some fertility
A new year full of promise
The first of January is upon us
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
My foolish heart, added love to its cart
Feels all beings are one, with none apart
Forgiving faults, with breezy merriment
Ensconced in throb of blissful contentment
Thoughts which once cautioned, melded in my heart
Consciousness now cleansed, of ego spawned warts
Scent of love alone, my direction charts
Bliss humming within, without abatement
My foolish heart
Kindly souls affirm, love is a learnt art
Once empty within, joy ignition starts
Free of blockages and feral sediment
Purity draws in the divine current
Benign blessings bountiful, God imparts
My foolish heart
12-February-2021
(Not for contest)
I am Urundi, the daughter of a king,
I want to tell you a story about my destiny.
The king wanted a son, but mother had me.
She devised a plan before she would be hang.
She swop me for a farmer’s son,
That’s how the conspiracy begun.
I grew up as a farm girl but inside I know,
That’s not where I belong.
One day in the woods I met a handsome boy.
He was not dress ordinary like me,
But very rich indeed.
He send a servant to ask for help,
Because he fell of his horse and needs attention.
This was the beginning of our adventure.
As days go by, we will meet there,
And soon he invited me to a fair.
That day I learnt he was the prince of our land,
Immediately I could not see him and was ban.
He refused to sacrificed our relationship,
And it leads to his mother’s heart ship.
At the end she had to confess,
That I am actually the princess.
We got married in the woods,
And live happily as couples should.
CONSERVE THE ENVIRONMENT.
I'm eaten and beaten,
Our fate us written,
As I see hunger striking,
I see death approaching,
Every dawn at our heels,
Down stream and to the hills,
To deplete every green matter,
Forgetting the words of our mother,
Left right and center,
From rural to the urban centres,
Dumpsites at every corner,
I wonder if we can conquer,
The ecosystem at large,
Every species is endangered,
We've forgotten what we learnt in school,
Our fisheries have no school,
There is no life without the environment,
I appeal to our beloved government,
Let's plants trees downstream,
I appeal for a live stream,
Industrialization good, yes I agree,
But to some extent allow me to disagree,
What significance does it bequeath?
If it's end is death.
God gave it to us undue,
To conserve it and subdue
Even if it's through a barrel of a gun
There is nothing good and fun.
Kipngeno Robin
I look at you and shudder to recall
How I might have been once so like you
Shamelessly desperate for attention
Gambling on love at every chance
Sometimes foolishly betting the farm
Anything just to make me feel alive
That all consuming quest ablaze
Focused entirely on the prize
Everything else falling by the side
Days thankfully long gone and forgotten
To think back absolutely exhausts me
I see your obvious pain but cannot understand
Fail to imagine how it might have been me
Seems now I’ve been happy forever or longer
Conveniently having blanked out life before now
I’m carefree in love and content
Of all those lessons learnt in the past
Really see no need to agitate murky those waters
AP: 3rd place 2020
I use to sit and wonder
What life was all about
Spent my days & nights
Wandering all around
Is it about the enjoyment
When I was playing like a child
To use my imagination
To know It's all worthwhile
To know I was truly loved
When my momma tucked me in
Playing with my father
Then he huged me with a grin
Then the moment came, When life
Wasn't fun anymore
I got a taste of death
It left me crippled on the floor
Sorrow moved in
Like a storm to the west
The death of my grandmother
Broke my heart, that lies in my chest
Then growing older,anger & envy came about
It fueled my life for many years
Until I decided just to kick them out
Happiness is wholesome
Sorrow is never good
Jealousy is dangerous
Hatred Itself; is just an awful word
By no means am I the wisest, man around
But I think it's just about living
And enjoying all that life offers
Even, when the rain is coming down
R.K.H.
10/19/2021
Why am I here on the Soup I'm asked
Well then, let me tell you why I'm here
Firstly to enhance my grammar task
To learn about poetries writing gear
On arrival at this site, forms I'd hardly known
But learning I sure did from many here
Welcoming me to this poetry home
Let me tell you what I've learnt
That few words can say many things
So descriptive that images paint
Allowing lyrical poetry to sing
What do I want being a member
By doing what was taught to me
To pass what I've learnt on
Without tutors I wouldn't be thee
Forget the trials and tribulations
We're writing buddies first and most
Not even family but poetry relations
Simply guests of the Poetry Soup host
26/12/2015
I am so blessed
I have lived such a life
Sure there's been bad times
Periods of trouble and strife
But why would I let these moments
So petty in the length of living
Fill up and torture my mind
When the rest of existence so giving
The places I've been
The things I have done
The love I've experienced
Under stars and bright sun
The things I've been gifted
The knowledge I've learnt
The people I've loved
Into my heart it's all burnt
Into a thing of beauty
A carving of art
Etched into my soul
And into my heart
But true art need contrast
The darkness in parts
To highlight the bright spots
Of the painting in our hearts
There is something simpler in life
Always there is… only to be
As often as we intend to strive
As often we forget what there is to see
Simple is nerving and uncertain
Isn’t complication uncertain as before?
Life’s a full circle yet we do not return
And with so much… have we learn to restore?
And earnestly I wanted to reset myself
Only to discover I haven’t a default
Having learnt to override that withheld
Did simplicity just become complicated for result?
How did I forget something so simple?
And why the need to remember an ever were?
When its choices thinkable to dribble
Did I only see what promises to be unsure?
There is something complex in life
Always there is … I shall see
As often as I live to strive
As often we forget simplicity to be