I wake up each day
without purpose.
I am neither here nor
there.
I can't cry anymore,
I can't smile anymore.
I have a blank stare
and my demeanor is
blase'.
A big mase of skin and
bones with no direction.
My dreams of a better
existence has become
a series of nightmares.
Shunshine was a character I would do for
the Grands when they were little.After securing them in the toddler swings at the park I would push them for a while.Then to mix things up I would absent mindedly start singing
Flo de doh doh doh in a gravelly voice .This was the announcement
that old Shunshine was back in town.With exaggerated movement I would gauge just where
their feet were in the swings arc and would place myself so that when I bent to retrieve an imaginary
object of concern their little toddler tootsies would boot me in the butt.Sometimes I would move out of the way just in the Nick of time to build suspense .When I thought the time was right I would linger at my imagined inspection.Bingo! Then all indignant I would whirl
around and say" Hey!,don't be kicking your old granny.Every last one of them thought it
Was just too much fun.When the oldest was ten I leaned over one day and said Hey Mase do you remember this?, and softly sang Flo de doh doh doh into his ear.A sweet smile played upon his face as he said I remember that.Old Shunshine.
MAYAN MAY KINGS
Could there be a major masterpiece
Or any more May Mayan as this May poem
Inspired by Ken L Custance's
"Maybe the Mayans had it write?",
Mixed & made by a Masterdom?
Maybe!
This may be my own Mayans May piece; maybe,
Marinated by a Mayan May king,
Just as one maestro 'maynaic' major,
Not just a mate but the main man.
Indeed, this May is making many more mouth melting madly
Even Mae & her mate Mayor Mase,
Mason & Marilyn (their mentors) marry this May piece.
Now, none of us wants "mayonnaise smothered maize wrapped in romaine" anymore,
We will have whatever my "Mayan May Kings" serves.
Welcome, the month of May!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Reference: Ken L Custance's "Maybe the Mayans had it write?"(line 4,5).
Copyright ©2017
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Mother Says
Mother says biko hapumaka
Je suis fatigué
These things keep revolving
Maybe not like a revolver
If i could only take a sling shot
Hit this situation in the groin
Mother says biko cherum
Be patient oh!
À perte de vue
Tout macherait comme sur des roulettes dit maman
She who would do the impossible
She who would beat the odds
She who is my god in second.
She who starves for her child to eat
She whose tears soften hard rocks
She who is my god, the second
Mother says, jowo oko mi kan se daradara ti o le se
And you'll make it out somehow
O so ti o ba ti mura
Hold my hands, close your eyes
Et laissez-moi vous guilde à travers ce monde sans âme
'Orisha bi iya osi laye yi'
Mother says, jowo mase binu si ibinu
Sabali, soyez patient en tout temps
Be careful enough not to stay out too long
And don't do things you shouldn't,
Do miss me when I'm gone.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
X
Obiozo Osariemen Emmanuel Dr.Jay
Dear lord there is so much to
say
But first let me just kneel so i can
Pray
Like a pilgrims compass my life seeks
Direction
And earth seems to be occurring but i pay
No attention
I feel so trap now like dust skipping in a
Vase
And my dearest emotions are running in a
Mase
I walk this journey but my steps seems so faded
And the spices of life has my appetite jaded
Staring at the footprints in the sand absent of my size
lord you carried my burdens your strength became mines
then the eternal verites of life shoots in my mind like a holy gun
I wake i breathe life into my lungs i stare
At the sun
If i am guilty of not being grateful lord let your words be done
The genisis of my prayer was me seeking
Your humble reply
Now Lingering remembrance of the lost souls parading in the sky
Help me now to appreciate life humble gestures
Balancing faith and grace to the weight
It measures
Lord if i mourn what my eyes don't behold
Help me to remember my blessings raining down Showers of gold ??
I'm living in the past.
I'm goin nowhere fast.
This concept of life, I can't seem 2 grasp.
I'm reaching, I'm reaching, I can't catch a break
It's like im sleeping, & can't seem 2 wake.
I call & call on God, but no answer
How much does it take?
I pray, day 2 day for heaven's sake
Painful memories of the past,
I can't seem to shake
It's like im walking, running, in place.
Regret haunts me
He stares me in the face.
I can't fight him off,
I have no mase.
I'm standing still in a memory pit
I'm daydreaming,
Reality hasn't hit.
I wonder what if
What coulve been
I need to smell the coffee, just a wiff
I swear, I can't win.
Save me from the postion im in
At a standstill,
Yet my mind is moving
I just need the courage, the will
I need 2 move forward, but I fear losing
come here little girl, let me learn you a thing or two
livin' in the hood is a very hard thing to do
you gotta know the rules, how to move, never have a clue
never let'em know how you move, keep it true
true to yourself, to your square, where you at girl
respect yourself in any hood, hood respect girl
kept a lot of girls from geetin' raped where i'm at girl
when the devil play, it's no game, he attack girl
one girl mad cause her man want your phone number
you so bad every man wanna talk to you
chicks get jealous so they plottin' on your every move
what should you do? you by yourself and without a crew
rule number 2 keep some mase or some pepper spray
rule number 1 is keep a gun but she played it safe
she massed her in the face and showed her what suppose to taste like
the girl pulled out a knife and cut her stomach by the waistline
know she on the floor cryin' with the evidence
but what she didn't know was that the pretty girl was preganat
learn somethin', learn somethin', listen little girl let me learn you a thing or two
learn somethin', learn somethin', livin' in the hood is very hard thing to do
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