“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.
The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do, calls for fingernails-on-chalkboard rain,
for the bad-wolf-wind, for lightning, insane.
“Toodle-loo,” says each spiderling-leaf, parachuting to earth.
They make such a scene; whirligig and wandering,
each drenched in colloquial colors, memorable, forsaken.
Each one in turn catches a potential eye even as it lands
in puddles, whirling and twirling, a final splash. They mourn
as blends of orange, yellow and red bleed into the stream.
Undignified, decomposing, going under, all poetry spent,
dwarfing and drifting; washed away down the drain.
Spring regeneration haphazardly avoids loose-leaf goosebumps.
Categories:
prickles, autumn, tree, wind,
Form: Personification
She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
Love became illusions and lies
Lies founded on hatred
Hatred tumbled my heaven
Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land
Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst
Thirst of man disdains
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves
Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high
High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench
Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
Categories:
prickles, absence, abuse, true love,
Form: Free verse
Like prickles of icicles,
stinging sticks of poison pricks,
shown to me on pinkish peaks.
Rank results followed insults,
hard hits and bombarded bits
of scattered memory leaks.
It was in part a flow chart,
cheek and pride shown side by side
through years of unending weeks.
They clearly came bringing blame,
overwrought by woe they brought
inducing my sobbing shrieks.
Chilling chills of tiny trills,
thrown amok in muddy muck,
arose to strike with broad beaks.
I awoke from bad blue joke,
journey’s jog to boggling bog
and you stroking crimson cheeks.
Categories:
prickles, angst, anxiety, confusion, dream,
Form: Rhyme
prickles stretched and yawned,
prickles and his siblings have a task they warned
was it today the day they leave their bed
many months , was where they laid their head
he shuffled along to the entrance of his den,
lifted his long snout in the air...... and then,
giving a squeal of delight he felt the warmth,
it was time to wake up from their long rest unharmed.
slowly and carefully they scampered out as one
their work started now, so much to get done
someone had mowed the grass so was easy find
those worms and slugs mother nature leaves behind
soon will be time to find a wife, let courting begin
oh my! courting hedgehogs make such a din.
if your lucky and we live in your garden....please
make sure no rubbish is about into which we can squeeze.
penned 21 may 2016
Categories:
prickles, nature,
Form: Couplet
my skin prickles
no umbrella covers
what rains inside
Categories:
prickles, body, psychological,
Form: Haiku
these many too frequent empty flavors make me tear.
drip rupture sprinkle
to the ground, prickle, it prickles.
condemn me to wonder, a sparkle of her sweet.
puzzled by mind, whirl heart twirl.
agony, candy kisses, carnival heroes and innocent scribbles
make it moderately tangible.
spit swallow sculpture
filmy bones collide, a breath disrupts time
my teeth clinch as blood invert to surreal,
she touches like a thousand. Mother Theresa.
all falls. mellow. the cognitive city goes asleep.
she plays my thoughts gently.
sings swings suspends
make her cease.
Categories:
prickles, confusion, introspection, love, mystery,
Form: I do not know?