She watches the world go by.
Like Mama's soothing lullaby.
When lullaby delivers its goods; Mama's baby smiles.
Baby draws teddy closer; teddy dissolves into a smile.
Mama looks at her sleeping child; Mama dissolves into a smile.
The whole family is all smiles; time continues to go by.
But this is not the case for the pretty onlooker.
Her lamp is flickering; her fire is going out.
Still, she continues to watch as the world goes by.
The world is not mean. But the world is not so kind.
The world fails to see the reality beyond its round nose.
It fails to see a feisty soul losing her grip on life.
The world goes blind; oh, the spotlight is too bright.
No wonder it fails to see a woman fighting not to cry.
Eyes fill with tears; bile rises from deep inside.
Tears move down her cheeks, leaving their footprints behind.
If only someone could take her hand, and tell her it's gonna be fine.
If only a handsome stranger could say to her, "Never have I seen a sad face so fine.'
Then she would know her odds are good no matter the roll of the dice.
Then the world going by would no longer seem so bad...
Why do you look upon me with reproach,
two-eyed fried eggs? I swear, only hunger
and hopelessness have led me to encroach
into the kitchen. The quite pushy monger,
who sold me a used cornucopia
from China, promised me a Peking duck.
Alas, a mustard and a cowpea are
all what drops out if to say “potluck!”
according to instructions… My onlooker,
my oversalted prayer, my lone prey,
my bitter daily bread, forgive the cooker,
whose wife not long ago passed away.
A sleeplessness, a heartburn, an egg white
in frying pan, an endlessly long night.
30/07/2019
Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
THE ON-LOOKER(ANY OLD POEM CONTEST)
I watched in awe
As the landscape transformed
Stone on top of stone
Cement wedding with the sand
Into executive apartment
And the towering investment
I watched silently,
As the sons of real men
Created the city.
I watched in amazement
The horizons disappear
Services all coming nearer
Simple plots becoming dearer
Up came the magnificent mall
So towering and tall
I watched quietly,
As the sons of real men
Created the city.
I watched astonished
As tomorrow arose
Grass turning to glass,
Steel, iron and chrome
Pictures from the movies
Becoming our realities
I watched with joy,
As the sons of real men
Created the city.
Your beauty beats
whole lot said to be beautiful
why God seldom appears in public ?
God fears your decorum
outsmarts his glow
you gravitate everything
even the 'black hole' of the universe
your moves make melody in my moments
your eyes are my entrance gates into
deepest ocean to tickle the feet of the earth
tallest Himalayas to shoulder the stretch of sky
your glimpses dance on
every cell of air that goes by me
all objects they meet me
eyes opened, I see you
eyes closed, I feel you
unfortunate to utter
my eyes are okay to embrace you
my dreams are afoot to decorate you
my aim is seated to welcome you
nonetheless...
my wallet can't withstand your weight
my back succumbs to carry your beauty's basket
so is the cause my love...
I wanna be your
booming onlooker than
bankrupt sponsor
One day i watched a housefly perish.
A memory i'd never hold or cherish.
A soul escaped his writhing mass
magnified by looking glass.
I swore i'd seen its final breath
and knew i'd been its cause of death.
Insignificant i know God slap my wrist!
Oh lord i wish the fly swat missed.
You took notice of me
when I paid no attention
It's a question I know
you put some thought into
It was good how it was
it was more personal
I felt a smile the whole time
and it makes me wonder
how long it has been going on?
My thoughts crawl
from the gray sky
and sigh through the debris of time
in not so steady form--
Like the muted shadow
in the middle of the road, like the gaze
of onlookers, who wondered
why I heard not the incoming death