In the mirror is a galaxy,
It's white and black and blue.
It gives to me an alloquy,
Then relocates in my shoe
The mouth of God is open
Her words are soft but firm
A web of parallels unbroken
A new knot at every turn
A day of true connection
A night of sweet decay
I pray for loss of circumspection
I dip my hands into the clay
I do not know for certain
But I cannot not believe
Let me pull back the darkened curtain
Let me reconnect with Eve
Categories:
relocates, faith, god, surreal,
Form: Rhyme
The soul reaps its rewards
as it is compromised
as tomorrow never dies.
A faded glory...
Souls linger on, in either heaven
nor Hell only Purgatory.
Futures are left undone, never won
histories are full of things never known
as tomorrow flies.
The reapers machine needs its price
paid in flesh and bone as tomorrow never dies.
I see you tomorrow n the past of yesterday’s
future furies and funerary rights.
Nothing ever leaves it relocates and deviates.
Matter, is not destroyed it only breaks on through
to the other side, as days go n nights come...
the hands of the clock never slow.
Eternity spent frozen in the light of infinity
in thoughts faster than night,
as tomorrows never die,
they only come and go n fade slowly away.
…and only the stain of history marks
the passing storms as tomorrow may never fly!
But, only fade slowly away...
...each and every day…
...as Tomorrow May Never Die
Categories:
relocates, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
THE JOURNEY OF A REFUGEE
Running from an economy full of hate
hunger will place him behind bars unless he relocates
war and crisis lingering with the hope to end soon
have pocketed young lives since five bloody Junes
a new home is the dream where kindness isn’t dormant
and challenges of life, soft and not adamant
reality of a visa will be in the next September
a time, the grave will add him to its number
the territories of the waters have no love
risk is never straight, always a painful curve
a space in the traveler’s harbor, sent is the request
paying in full, survival by all means, a conquest
every wave of the ocean, death teases
tossing the fragile boat as it pleases,
risk is watered, its grasses are green
a hundred and seventy four displayed on its screen
landing at the border, safe and unscratched
his painful stories on his head attach
moving into camps, acceptance is not immediate
not a problem, since from hell, he has learnt to integrate.
BY JONATHAN a refugee from DRC staying in UGANDA ( KYANGWALI REFUGEE SETTLEMENT)
EMAIL. jnabasa135@gmail.com
Categories:
relocates, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Resonant like the moon, the sun’s shining — a halo through leafy oak.
The dark canopy like fig leaves, attempting to hide the naked bloke.
Ablaze on a cool November day, the warm and yellow sunbeam soak.
Comes, frenzy of cold blustery winds — mix of acorns, sticks, leaves.
Potential for slippery pavement in this bounty of beauty that weaves
its colorscape of synergy, naysayer of calm, coaxing flannel sleeves.
Surely, Spring and Summer relocates, in cabin fever far and away.
Nerve endings sense snow, the thwart of shorts and sleeveless play.
The drooping, wind-snatching of branch petals surpassing hearsay.
11/12/2019
Categories:
relocates, november, weather,
Form: Rhyme
You have managed to unravel me
Which must have been a lot of untangling
But I fear the truth you see
And I fear the force you must be channeling
You see me with no carapace
And I enjoy being uncovered
My soul completely relocates
When I become discovered
I see a life that I never saw
and that life is looking right back
I see a reformed outlaw
and a calm, lovely maniac
I pray that my true self is not too hideous
I pray that my guard has come down enough
I know my past is so perfidious
With the anger, the violence, the handcuffs
I sweat with glee and anticipation
at the outset of a new proclamation
Yet my worry paralyzes me
Like I am some sort of over burdened amputee
Categories:
relocates, analogy, anniversary, april, motivation,
Form: Rhyme
Tenacious tender turtleman
Touching time in backwoods glory
Turtles in trouble treated with truth
Relocates pesky animals for safety
Fans laugh at his rainbarrel bath
Never saw a bar of soup....?
Natural for the naturalist
Categories:
relocates, funny,
Form: Light Verse
polar ice cap melts
bears cling to floating glaciers...
world’s top is shifting
north pole relocates
tropical forests are glazed...
history repeats
*Entry for Skat’s “Top of the World” haiku contest. Many scientists believe the North Pole is in the process of shifting and that there is no real danger from alleged “global warming.” It’s a natural cycle that recurs about every 10,000 years.
Categories:
relocates, nature,
Form: Haiku