opens his mouth, crimson tongue of seduction,
velvet blanket, petals by, as I delve,
a plunderer of pleasure, my lips, a ship of delight,
charting the uncharted waters of his terrain.
guess you could say we're having a real 'cutthroat' relationship - I'm making the final edit....with a scalpel.
She was a marble-hearted marauder
A plunderer and a loyal daughter
She sacked a village
Looted with pillage
Finding a lover within the slaughter.
Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I hope to have striven more,
how thus air, how fun and fair,
how lovely is dream to dream and dream this wave.
What these things serve a contemporary horizon?,
what rises? and what is stir hither?,
no, like wind it is yet known nor enlightened anon,
all jobs done let like mirrages flown thither,
what a service of immemorial poise?,
what an irony of a sort freedom?, what a dream?,
I spend, I am an eye witness thus those.
Now, it matters for it matters counts,
tis necessary, supposing it is thus,
to meet the limit of the normal airs,
still it is how to govern a life of surfs,
how it is right to fill room with hope,
a gift of this wave and thus a gift of a wave,
once more there is compromise.
Just my pink frost I have shown you
Just the buds of my orchard
You are browsing the book madly
I wonder what you would do
When the gardenias
Bloom before your eyes
Oven over your ice
Slice by slice
The joyous knife
I will read your steam
Word by word, every phrase
I will open your flames
Candle by candle until
You are a golden plunderer
The pulverized prism
The melting organisms
The burning tents
Dancing boys and girls of fire
Will instill life in our lyre
What a volcano of lyrics it would be
It is drizzling now
Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved him
And if his deaf ear could open
He would hear the whispers of their acrimony
The sizzling embers of their rage
The ones he bruised and would not care
Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes
But they saw his strutting nudity
A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer
Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred
Drunk in power that gave him his blindness
Bob the plunderer would not see or hear
That his end was nigh
And like the grime he was
To grime he would forever lie
And the nation he once raped
Shall piss on his rotting grave.
The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...
Such is the fate of ignorant masses.. ..who sell
the soul of the land for a few pitiful dirty notes..
thoughtless humans... whose only claim to reason
is an outstretched hand.. ready to receive peanuts
and vote in the leader - vote in the plunderer...
of our resources- cry our mother nation..
The enemies of my people.. the enemy of Africa
lives in state houses... and runs state resources,
he has powerful masters abroad who-receives the
souls bought from the people sacrificed at the
alter of greed and neo-colonialism
Who will help the dark continent
who will help Africa........ only..
only AFRICAN RENAISSANCE WILL..
A shout out ..for the movement is alive
a shout out .......African RENAISSANCE
Lewis k nyaga
Thunder
Nightly crashing thunder
Blundering through the streams of my sleep
Lifting me from the valley of my dreams
Plunderer of my sleeptime
Invader of my dreams
Destroyer of my nightly slumber
From behind the closed blinds of my eyelids
The lightning demands to be seen
The rain on my rooftop insists on being heard
This family of rowdy bullies, absorbing my
night into their play
I do wish they’d go away
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
Does not need to have a special reason,
His kisses slowly stop you from breathing,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
After you wake, you find a strange lesion,
Wallowing in an original sin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
All along you thought he was just teasing,
Question yourself how did this begin,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
Find yourself uncontrollably freezing,
A plunderer tried to take his cheap win,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.
You’re left with an image that’s not pleasing,
Eyes shut, recalling a menacing grin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.
By: Sabina nicole
Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
Built to deter an attack from the north
From Norway's, King Haakon the IV
Viking marauder, plunderer of Scots
Perishing's of both, after they fought
The Castle that stands
In the year 2009
History in its fading walls
Stand the test of time
To the Mullery family
Who breathed the air
Around the history and memories there
In its Aura, they have shared
" A short poem dedicated to Patrick my colleague
whose daughter was totally taken by their visit to Findlater Castle "
Through windstorms, across scorching sands
you limped and crawled, you cried and begged
as a weakened friend for food and drink;
So in my tent for days we dined
and drank and sang to health and life
but then I erred, in just a blink
I slumped down sick, I lost, I rued,
my cup, the wine I should have checked,
tried defying dying, but too late.
You shrewd plunderer, ghastly thief,
oh, my dimming eyes craved to kill,
but could only furiously hate.
As real as a true deception,
authentic as an illusion,
a loathsome scavenger no less,
you, traitorous desert scorpion,
I swear there in hellish Hades
I shall tear you down to pieces!
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