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I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up
Power and torment
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?
Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware
Hey you! play fair
Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile
I grasp no love engrained
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep
Dread is driven mysteriously
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks
Forming into an alarming train
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?
worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile
Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties
without taking heed of our pleas
These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell
Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
How can we not have this conversation
where footprints of the poor vanish
beneath the boots of investors,
and the river sings only
to those who can afford its luxury?
In Chobe, the elephants roam free,
but people walk caged in poverty.
We call it coexistence
when tusks are protected,
but mothers bury their sons
gored near neglected kraals.
And no one comes
unless it's a game drive
and the victim is not black.
How can we not speak
when the lion's roar is louder
than a widow's cry for compensation?
When leopards eat goats
and ministries write reports not cheques?
Let's talk about the five-star smiles
that greet foreign tongues
while the Batswana mop floors, serve beer, and sleep on concrete after ten-hour shifts.
Let's talk about uniforms and pay slips
that smell like servitude,
contracts folded into silence
in offices lined with antelope heads.
And let's speak of the racism
how a Black woman was shot by a white woman
who said, "I thought it was a monkey."
As if her body was a silhouette of threat.
As if Blackness is always a blur
on the edge of someone else's comfort.
The river bore witness, but the law shrugged,
and headlines softened the bullet.
Let's talk of fishermen
banished from their birthright,
told their canoes spoil the view,
that their laughter scares the tourists,
that their presence is pollution.
Let's speak of lodge owners
who toss insults like breadcrumbs
to those who clean their sheets
lazy, slow, replaceable.
No chains, but contracts.
No slurs, just smiles
with knives beneath them.
We cannot be quiet
when the sun sets
behind lodges built on lies,
and the river is fenced
not for safety, but exclusion.
How can we not speak
of the politics of permits,
where land is leased
like livestock,
and council seats are auctioned
to the highest foreign bidder?
Corruption blooms like water hyacinth,
choking life from the roots
of communal trust.
The sand knows.
The baobabs know.
Even the crocodiles know
how long we've swallowed
our own tongues
to protect the myth of peace.
So let us talk.
Let us gather in the heat
of midday truth,
where no luxury air-con hums.
Let us speak until the sky listens,
until justice stalks this land
as fiercely as the wild.
Because silence, here,
is complicity.
And we have been quiet
for far too long.
Form:
Shed a tear for the stars,
Who’ve fallen blindly,
Like a slow ache,
To the still, dark earth,
Where inklings of grace,
Grow wild as the sands,
Flowing free, like make believe,
In the heavy prison
Of dusty songs,
Warring with the night,
Before life went wrong,
Echoing melancholy
To night’s wounded soul,
One who knows lonely
Never stays alone
Soon, the other will enter
The solitary pain,
Revoking the seclusion
As time colors spirits
In sentimental, gentle
As the glow of fireflies
Glistening silhouettes
Shadow’s regrets
A million miles
Yet, here we are, stumbling
Through the silence, still
As the last breath, gasping
Wandering through promises,
Stirring seasonal freedoms
Flowers, rain, reflections
In the spirit, I hear Him
Singing, singing, singing
Never giving up on me,
Hesitating like afternoon,
Healing, helping, heartening
Comforting every last wound
And I hear Him, His song
Pouring out like a river, rushing
Waters of love – softly flowing
My heart, assured, knowing
Forever is coming soon
Time never forgets
Seasons blessed by psalms,
Heart words, warring with dark
Truth that has a voice well known
For its fire, its depth, its wisdom
Reflecting all the serenity found
By those who know Him, love
Like a sea of eventual
Forming lakes of everlasting
Hopes of God’s perfection
Sunshine images erasing the pain,
Seeking to shine like the grace
That finds the lost, despite the cost
Rescuing, freeing, saving
What was impossible
Is positive of His love,
Love like a sea, splashing
Light all around my spirit
Joy without measure
Wherever I am, whatever comes,
I know One who has made a way
One who shines brighter than I can say
He is the promise that I can’t break
With all my worst sins, all my darkness
I can’t spoil the song that He wrote…
When He came to die
Then come back to life,
Making a way for you and I
Thank God for the words
Poured out in love, true love,
On pages of Holy verses,
He came to save the world
And assure the heart whose heard
What it means to follow His path
Leading to life, everlasting
Life that will never end
Life that is forgiven of sin.
I’m so thankful that I’m His
I’ve been chosen and blessed
So I’ll never stop thanking Him!
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
The quality of wine is determined by age,
How long it has taken to brew it.
The sweetness of the moment lies in our hidden pleasures
Of dreams so sweet but encaged in our hearts for a long time.
Let set them free as you;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I won't say a word,
For my terms may spoil the moment.
In silence let's clear our minds,
Listen to the whispers of the wind
But then;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I promise not to insist,
And not control what the moments consist,
I ll comb your hair along its course
Down behind your ear,
But before then;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
I will not open past wounds,
I will dress them not with past bandages
But given a chance I ll nurse them
With olive oil and sweet scented ointment
Draw the pain away with minor caresses
But for this to be accomplished;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
If you ain't comfortable,
Tell me and I ll let go,
If you feel guilty,
Tell me and I ll maintain distance,
Despite the ache in my heart
I will bury the deep anticipation of pleasure
Bound in asking you to;
Let me hold you in my arms,tight and close like am gonna lose you or like its the last moment with you. Let me set the rhythm right,let me feel your soft slow breath against my skin and hear each heart beat as time whines away.
Form:
Do you hear the chimes,
Of the poem’s rhymes,
Also those without rhymes,
How they reflect the times,
The elements of truth within eachofus,
Inspiteofus, trying to getoutofus!!
So that all may see,
Twiddle Dee,
Of the mind, you see!
So poets hold your position,
It is your only opposition,
To a world, in peril,
Love’s knowledge will make it’s stand,
As only love can!
A true poem is truth,
No matter how loose,
Is from truth’s booth,
Don’t try to, up it spruce,
For it is cutting your true potential loose,
From mind control, golden goose!
The spirit of heart,
Will always set the mind apart,
If the mind doesn’t start,
To be a part,
Of love, the heart’s start!
We are in the world,
But not of it’s peril!
The world grossly complex,
They say, too large to fail,
But it’s you and me they quell!
While the economy is sagging,
Many jump on their band wagon!
More tax, is faxed,
To the very max!
But the flop, is throwing money at the top,
Of the tree,
Of the economy,
As they say oh gee,
Taxes are free,
Are you kidding me!
By common nature you see,
To fertilize a tree,
And it is, love’s principle, you see,
A simplicity,
Which is the basis of all, reality,
As in agriculture, they taught me,
You fertilize the bottom of a tree!
But our leaders, you see,
Fertilize the top,
Cause that’s all they got,
Just the mind’s flop,
All this must stop!
They don’t give a flute’s toot,
About the root,
Of the tree,
For that’s you and me!
But the power of the bloom,
Will very soon,
Let the wild branches swoon!
Love is, our intelligent prune,
Let’s don’t be goons!
More taxes, more stress on the root,
That’s such a flute!
If we the people will take it,
Then by more law they will make it!
Meanwhile mind’s theology,
Is running down the leg of we,
The twiddle dee,
Of you and me!
Now we must prune,
Very soon,
Before we bloom!
For the bloom of unrighteous mammon,
Will cause the world great famine!
Like an unrighteous salmon,
Going down the stream man,
Which will spoil the root plan,
Which will not stand,
Being it’s built on the sand!
It’s the top that’s too large,
We must purge!
The wind,
Will begin,
That will topple this tree,
The economy!
Sooner is a bitter, better,
For later is the hater,
Not the lover!
johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Exposure
All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry
Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie
All in all I wonder when
We'll truly have our freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man
Number six once held the key
The prisoner seen in the sixties
Enigmatic though he may have been
His story soon exposed the dream
Freedom is so rare indeed
I ponder if we can succeed
The papers headlines cry out loud
As if they could be truly proud
But nearly all are but a scam
Or spin made by some witty man
Lies they tell us day by day
No wonder many kneel and pray
And though they tell us vote for me
The end result will plainly be
Within their rules so we can play
At democracy but still lose the day
For freedom, truth and all that's fair
Are lost to men who really care
The sails are rigged to the systems needs
And we'll all be subject to their deeds
Evidence of this I have found
Is very common all around
In daily life the taxmans strength
Is way beyond the rules he bent
A quota for all spheres within
The scope of all the suits who sin
Against the public, the underlings
Those like us that like to sing
No matter what we say or do
They find some plot to take from you
An extra tax, a fine or worse
Small wonder many learn to curse
Those that stand before the judge
And spoil the truth to earn a grudge
A grudge that if you can't escape
Will trap you in the coils of hate
In blue and white they stand and say
This is what they saw that day
If justice can't be had for all
Then democracy is bound to fall
For only when we can truly see
The end to all kinds of tyranny
Will Castros and Mugabes flee
Instead of grinding you and me
When Idi fled Ugangden lands
His shelter was in desert lands
Where oil wealth grants the right to rule
To very few, that were sent to school
Within our own society
Supposedly land of the free
But once back home they have the right
To strike your hands off if they like
Suffice to say we still can write
But perchance we may awake one night
To find the rules have been changed again
Our only freedom's within our brain
©Rhumour
April 9th 2008
Don't write me letters
Don't send me texts
Don't call me on the phone
Because I will soon fall next
Don't send me snaps
Don't send me tweets
I'll fall for you too easy
Be sick for weeks
Don't like my status
Definitely don't like my picture
Don't make this thing worse
Or my heart grow thicker
Lets stop now, while we're ahead
Because I can't handle love
And I wont' go to bed.
I can never go to sleep
With you In my head.
And I've seen and heard all this before
You might like me now
But soon will be going for the door
Because I don't know how to love
And know no one who can handle mine
I will drop my everything for you,
Waste all my time
The only thing will be you
That is on my mind
Something my silly, crazy heart can't take
Is another cup of sugar
So I'll just take my coffee black for life
Sit there alone at the diner
I'm more comfortable lonesome anyway
Provides for a Much more selfishly convenient day to day
I'll build a wall around my heart
And you're going to pay for it!
Haha
For a laugh I had to add that
If you were a record I'd only scratch that
I'll play you too often
And spoil a good thing
I need hurt in my heart
And more reasons to sing
Karaoke in the bar
George Straight in my car
Being sad can make you happy
If you know who you are
Truth is
You are probably a normal, typical girl
But ill build you up in my head
My heart, you'll rule.
And you will probably squash it like a bug.
There's no sympathy for a nice guy
Only a friend zone membership mug.
And I'm Murphy's law
So I already know what is going to happen
I know the futility of my efforts and actions.
They make me lyrical.
My lack of game is
somewhat comical.
The looks I get are
rather hysterical.
Somebody help me please
I need me a miracle.
26 years of the same old ****.
And I got at least 26 poems that talk about it.
The moral of the story is:
Don't even come near me.
Leave me be to feel sorry for myself.
With my love hate relationship with life.
I'm too much of a Narcisst to ever find love.
For that I apologize to up above.
So don't throw out any bait
Hook line and sinker
Because I will bite the bait hard
The boat I will sink her.
So don't do anything to make me fall for you.
Because I wouldn't know what to do.
I can't handle those feelings.
So What's new?
Dedicated to my neighboring Agri. University Lawn, Kanpur India.
My Grass Daffodils
The Sun was trying to hide away,
The Stars were yet to shine on way,
The trees were silent,
But the breeze was a little violent.
In the fading golden light of Sun,
I was lost in simply watching,
The spreading beauty of Yours in abundance,
The ravishing beauty, was trying to stop me to leave,
To hear and to feel, the music of winds and Daffodils,
Coming from the swinging and singing grasses,
From which every year comes out, my yellow daffodils.
Every year I wait for them to come out,
Every year they wait for the raindrops to shower,
To show their short but enchanting appearance
On the neighboring grassland.
In those memorable moments,
Which sometimes I have spent,
In the alluring company of my sweet Daffodils,
I have tried to take away with me,
The swinging and singing splashes of my grass Daffodils.
They come out every year,
In several hundred thousands of numbers,
When ever the rains start showering its love,
Only on the grass lawn of Agri. University.
I often try to understand, how even a thing like grass,
Can be so beautiful and so fascinating,
That, any one can get lost,
In the eternal joyous singing and
Swinging of these Grass Daffodils.
In mild rains they bloom, without rains they died away,
Like humans, who gets faded and dull without love
And one day fades away or become jealous or cruel,
Without the tender care and love.
Every year you fascinate me, every year I get lost in you,
O my childhood friend from where you have come,
And to where you would go like a mystery of life, I do not know.
Once the rains are over,
You vanish like the diminishing light,
Like me you also seem to love,
The rains and its mild showers, as a blessing on us.
I know like humans,
You also do not like too much of rains,
And too much of showers,
Which can spoil the beauty of your petals,
And the beauty of you, my amazing Daffodils.
But like the Grecian Urn, you will continue
To bloom and smile,
On the grass lawn of Agri. University during rains,
And after that on the pages of my mind, heart and soul,
You would shine like the Sunshine,
Till I am living and dreaming on this earth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26th July 2010
Away...
Spot her from far.
Have a tingle mingle all over your skin.
Award your forehead a scratch
As you do the arduous estimations
Of the remaining catwalk steps
Before her beauty kisses your eyes.
Let sanity flee from your mind.
(That's OK.Never mind.
Angels are never meant
For sane minds)
Coming your way...
Prepare to talk to her
Practise how to greet her
Whisper to yourself a greeting
Whose sweetness tricks
Your zygomaticus muscle
Into a seductive smile.
Then bite your lower lip alluringly
As the best Romeo and Juliet scene
Overwhelms the whole of you.
Enjoy the roller-coaster feeling
Of a heart that forgets its own rhythm.
A few minutes away...
To get on top of your muddled up feelings
And wake up the confidence demon
Wave your head in a 'NO' manner.
Grab a gorgeous gazale gaze of her.
Don't allow the jealous of a blink
To spoil this monumental moment.
Sink your nervousness deep
Inside the well of sighs.
Cast a blind eye on the people's eyes
Or acknowledge them as your cheerleaders.
It's about time...
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Elevate your hands like a clergyman in prayer
Just to inspect the odour of your exhaled air
That will transport your practiced greeting.
Regulate your lungs to spray your Rose
With nothing but the fragrance of roses.
It's time now...
Exactly when she gets near
Cockily say, 'Good morning, Madam.'
Immediately after the words slip
Away from the tip of your lip,
Remember that, 'Afternoon'
Is almost embarking on her sleep
And that the Madam title is ...
Cover your mouth instantly
As if trying to capture back the awakward greeting
Fancy the way she disguises
Her guffaws as a smile-
Revealing her pretty dimples
Concealed in the soft flesh of her cheeks
Almost...
Observe her as she catwalks it away
Leaving you dumbstricken all the way
Listen until her footsteps die away
Start scratching your backhead right away
Wondering which spell she used
To transmute your 'Hey Pretty Lady'
Into a 'Good morning, Madam'
During such perceivable old noon hours!
Blame yourself the whole day.
Tighten your fist like Muhammad Ali
Preparing to release his Sunday punch.
Then with a suppressed sigh sadly say:
TOMORROW will be a better day!
Tomorrow...
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I miss my little angel,
so beautiful and sweet,
so smart, yeah she's intelligent,
and she's so darn unique.
She was always singing to me,
whether 123's or abc's
or just any other song which made my heart skip a beat.
She's got a smile that lights the room
and a heart made of gold, and I call her my "Lil Mamas"
just cause she thinks she's really grown :-)
And If ever she see's you crying,
she'll be there to comfort you,
she'll give you all the hugs and kisses
and she'd make sure you're okay too.
She would make sure she'd leave you smiling
she'll say " look it'll be okay",
and she'd even wipe your tears and say
"you feel better now okay"?
There were times she mad me upset
when she'd act out or just wouldn't listen
or like any kid does nowadays, doing things without permission,
I'd yell at her than feel bad although I knew I really shouldn't
but she has a way of making you change your mood,
so being upset with her I just couldn't.
I would always spoil my babygirl
because I swear that she deserved it,
each and everyone has flaws but to me my stink is perfect.
And although she's only 4 I see a future for her so bright,
and she's everthing to me, glad to have her in my life.
My sis gave the perfect blessing when she brought her into this world,
and I swear that she's the bestest and the most adorable little girl.
I can't wait til she gets older so I can share with her the memories,
of the days when she was younger , and i would take her home with me,
I'd hold her day and night, watch her laugh and watch her play,
and I swear I'd fall more deep in love with her each and everyday.
I can't wait to teach her things, and I'll protect her from the bad,
keep her away from no good boys, and keep her happy, never sad.
I can't stand the distance between us, but it still doesn't change a thing,
I'm just missing her like crazy and can't wait to see her smile again.
I just had to sit and write this because I just had to take this time,
to tell the one that i adore that she's been heavily on my mind....
Titi Loves And Miss You Stink
-Love Always Auntie Shaii
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