Hello, how are you
I am fine, and you
Towering over high
I see a bride
What do you think
Of those who do not
When honour is linked,
And cannot be bought
How do we free it
If it is so
That so many need it
Is but a woe
But thou have it near
From afar I have heard
As Thou art dear
Silent of word
And keep thy silence
Oh honoured geust
Lest it blow,
And many a bow
Strike the matches
Of a hungered soul
Who could not but wait
At thy present fate
A cold mistless night
When the sun is out of sight
To climb the mountain at this hour
Pick a flower for they honour
Would thy accept I wonder?
To let go of the honours, dreams and dye
To cast asunder
The decorative bye and sigh
To let go of the honours
That such a tale intales
And live free of the world
That hath honoured thy hand...
Categories:
mistless, love,
Form: Ballad
Bathing on the mild mid-afternoon sparks sun-charmed,
Reclined on a wave lounge, the pulse of the landscape warmed
My mellowed sighs mollified by colognes of fragranced jasmine,
The scenery enchanting slumbered, its pulsations pristine.
Pliably surfing through the air, with a rustling symphony
A swishing ensued, rocking the willows in tuneful synchrony,
Infusing the stroked atmosphere with its breeze contagious,
Like a sedative morphine, its flowing gust harmonious.
Birds stayed aloft, darting, weaving and swooping in flight,
Swimming in the calmed gale crests, relishing its raw might
Seamlessly suave as a reposing sea, the aura imbued
A chorus of trills recurrent echoed, while trees slued.
The surging wind ambled the aerated skin of nature,
Wandering like a regal gipsy, clad in mistless moisture…
Immensity of efficacy lies within veils of intricate purpose,
Like the invisible textureless wind, moseys to self-repose.
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
mistless, imagery, nature, peace, places,
Form: Rhyme
Oh winds upon the starry night
Hum sweet a song for me
A delicate song in the mistless light
On the emerald sparkling sea.
Pluck now that ripe old sadness
That bitter tune of despair
Drift me upon the fields of gladness
By the budding tree most fair.
Which by the bubbling crystal fountain
Would await to hold your tender hands
That ascends to the lulling mountain
And on the gentle breast of verdant lands.
Where neither haunt nor woe does creep
From your comely songs in moonlight
And before my lover is fast asleep
Please blow her a kiss goodnight.
Categories:
mistless, nature, night, romance,
Form: Rhyme
So sweet your Venus kiss had felt
Under the silhouette glow in fair July
When your coral lips would burn
My forlorn face with a bright smile.
For each hell would seem an eternal bliss
And each breath is a lifetime of many moons
When embraced by your loving charms
That greets me tender in the fragrant noons.
My hands would attend to the teardrops
On rosy your cheeks that drips in the night
And when the mistless morn would rise
I'd fetch you a rose in the quivering light.
Fear not the darkness that cheats your will
Nor those sorrows your days define
And let not the troubles disarm your face
Of the beauty that God design.
For when I gaze at you then I would see
The starry candle lights of the skies
That holds the truth,love and purity
That is written in your eyes.
Its not the beauty that you possess
That draws me closer to your grace
Nor fame,nor wealth,nor form the best
That my heart has found its place.
But its your love as much as grains of sands
That is vast like the heights above
So heres my heart within my palms
To you my dear with love.
Categories:
mistless, how i feel, love,
Form: Rhyme
This month alas, was when we met
Four hundred and forty two months ago
A month most commonly, often wet
Proactive tears for our latent sorrow
There in unusual morning brightness
You stood before the altar like a lamb
And in resplendent sacred sweetness
I heard your beauty sang of the great I AM
September clouds were white that day
September flowers in bloom as may
September joyed like bright kites away,
September love can, never, never stay
But the fruit of September stains still
The heart, despite the will, can remember
The trees dress gusting o'er the bent hill
And the heart brightly burning with love's sweet ember
O mistless memory, O sweet
Unfruiting dreams, friendship in shadows pines
For the nectar hope's sweet breasts secrete
For the prolific season's latent signs
To freeze, for age gold bowl no contentment
Yields, when limbs creak and bones seek shutters warm
And flesh failing sap lies impotent
Where the honey runs from the comb - trembling my arm
Categories:
mistless, love, nature, seasonssweet, sweet,
Form: Verse