Trump is a president
Who likes to speak his mind
His thoughts are rather jumbled
And his words are never kind
He reminds us of King Herod
Who never could divine
Why Jesus should be crucified
For making water wine
And so Trump's power crumbles
Like Sodom and Sadam
A fading star of Ego
Where no one gives a damn!
Categories:
making water, confusion, destiny, fate, future,
Form: Verse
Tiredly here I heave
My weary tortoise head
Over the pillow
Ready again,
Not sleepy....
I am
delicate air,
catalyst for
Alchemy
At the turn of clocks
I wonder,
Breath calls
And
I respond to
light of
Lucid iconography
Were I to dream,
To dream
Of making water flow
At the edge of desert days
Content
at
Peace of mind
Categories:
making water, dream, imagery, night, sleep,
Form: Free verse
To love a woman
Is really a simple thing
You must first start with yourself
You must dig kind of deep
Her heart is a delicate flower
The pedals oh so soft
They need the gentleness of touches
Because if touched wrong they will break
They will fall from their stems
Slowly wither away
One by one dying
Never beautiful again
Are your hands so gentle
Never causing no harm??
Can you pick up the pedals of her heart
Collecting them one by one??
Can you make her feel beautiful
Despite all her flaws??
Can you make her feel worthy
Using a soft loving voice??
If you found her lifeless
From others before
Would you pick her up gently
Up off of the floor??
Would you tend to her soul??
Would you nurture her soil
Making water from her tears??
Would you always adore her
Like she's the most delicate beautiful rose
If all these you can handle
And handle with care
Then it's you who deserves her
To forever have and to hold
Categories:
making water, analogy, appreciation, care, devotion,
Form: Free verse
She has a drinking problem she does not know the meaning of stop.
She's been to the hospital so many times, she's causing her liver to rot.
She is lucky she is still alive, and to even be able to walk.
But when she's drunk the voice isn't hers when I hear her talk.
Her face isn't the face of my aunt and it makes me cry.
Because she doesn't see the possibility of dying is high.
Seeing her this way is hurting my soul and my heart.
I wish her life could get better or at least re-start.
She's so close to leaving this world and not seeing her family anymore.
She needs to put the bottle down and quit making her liver sore.
I can't stop my eyes from making water falls.
Especially when the hospital calls.
This is a dedication to my aunt marilyn.
I'm going to pray again and again.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Categories:
making water, family
Form: Couplet