Starvation is rendered flabbergasted
when in tinge
with a touch of reality,
retaliating
upon the mention
of thee who shudders
in a chair
positioned so high
only the clouds could reach it.
caught napping
resting on our past laurels
never served anyone well
in twilight of existence
Earth is retaliating
and jolted into action
which we might very well now regret awakening
I’ve no tears left for mankind
never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake*
A Christmas Prayer for Ukraine
God for Christmas on Ukraine bestow hope
For those folk in dire need of hope to cope
Solace to console the soulful hearted
Doleful since the day Putin’s war started.
Many tears have been sorrowfully cried
For those wounded or no longer alive
Homes and buildings repeatedly attacked
Down to a madman’s lies slyly amassed.
I Pray for safety of Ukraine’s brave men
Retaliating again and again
For women and children who cannot rest
Fearing the worst and hoping for the best.
Praying for those who for safety have fled
To countries where they sleep safely in bed
For the kindly souls who settle them down
For recovery well-nigh to abound.
I pray Lord seek out Ukrainian lambs
Touch them with thy gentle, powerful hands
Shine your light o’er everyone here on earth
As we commemorate the holy birth.
*+*+*
24th December 2022
Failing to possess
undeviating qualities
Railing as they obsess
retaliating anomalies
Demonstrating abilities
observed, are unlikely
Estimating hostilities
served contritely
Lucidity inconsistent
appearing manic
Clarity nonexistent
fearing similarity
Novelty an avalanche
ideas essential qualities
Solidly indefiniteness
of all meaning modesty
Simplicity, transparency
harmony of variety
Brilliancy of consistency
Illuminates notoriety
Complicity of humanities
with a pure naïveté
Its here the thing we all fear,
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,
To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the weak and feeble.
The most innocent are victims of the virus,
A sickening twist to this sickness sent to us,
From an unholy ghastly maker,
This is not the handy work of any saviour.
Is it a clense of the human race,
A government conspiracy for goodness sakes,
Bats are where it supposedly derives,
A rodent of the night skies,
Despite everyone's efforts its spreading like flies,
No loo roll paracetamol or thermoeter will scare it away,
It looks like it plans to stay,Just like an unwanted guest, Who's warn out its stay, so I'll guess I'll be the first to say
Welcome Corona virus to the UK.
Behold!
Don't feel contrite,
I've raised my nose in to the sky,
Jezebel in her birthday dress,
Is retaliating with a fright,
Infact Jehovah comes to destress,
Olive oil in Jesus palm,
Church anointed to repent,
Today I see fingers in ring,
Together with total defence,
Who knows what darkness think?
The creator has refilled our inkless pens,
Platform for new offspring,
Prince and Princess now our reference,
Soon in a new world,
Salvation obtained within a gradient,
And you're to be impelled,
For fear is surely expelled.
Tha world showed no mercy on me so why should i,
I got a personal vendetta an this game got me meserized.
I'm suicidal with this thug life,
Retaliating for all tha stuff that never went right.
It's a intricate game that im playin to win,
An i cant speak with tha lord cuz im soaking with sin.
Evil lurks in tha shadow of my eyes,
Screams trying to escape tha dark coners of my solitary mind.
I was raised in tha slums so you know i got a thug mentality,
I know tha american dream aint nothing but a fantasy.
So some will say that im heartless an got no love,
If you asked me i aint nothing but a troublesome thug....
Red and blue lights in the night
A black and white drifting on rights
Empty hearts galvanized
Open palms weaponized
Hope flushing down the drain
Flooded by spits of acid rain
Voices rise in missiles and teargas
What is being said is anyone’s guess
Retaliating at the human wall
Eyes of coins raised fists must fall
Mothers screaming, ‘In mercy’s name’
A one-way street up in flames
A cold night in the light of darkness
Lanes hold hands as a symbol of oneness
Snipers take aim from atop the roof
But the soul is bulletproof..
Splotches of black ink stain my diary and hands
most of them much larger than tiny grains of sand
splatters caused when he slammed down my well
hoping to end the love of poetry I never shall quell.
Fool is he for believing his childish tantrum and rant
would keep me from retrieving my pen, for it shan't.
He delivered his message with vicious brutal force
now I shall have a turn to take a retaliating course.
He underestimated my courage and now I seek
to pen my poems choosing adjectives less weak.
My writings shall not be contained in diary alone
Publicly I intend my poems to be read and shown.
He wasted my ink and inflamed my strong-willed desire
To rebel against the monster with thorns sharp as briar.
Well! I have a hundred pens and more ink to fill the well.
If I believed in Hades, I'd write him into the fires of hell.
ARISA K
There lived a great king
in the coastal region
the name Arisa K..
A good leader was he....
But beneath the smiles
Oh.. my what a character
Arisa K the slaver of your young sons
ARISA K the sponsor of bandits...
ARISA K the very enemy of his people..
a great leader he was considered...
for few knew the excesses of his atrocities..
Villages burnt down..
villagers retaliating
to their surprise... their lost sons
the very ones raiding them...
Oracles consulted for its taboo -
to shed a kinsman blood...
Oracles spoke..twas night
then fell great arisa k.. three arrows..
Sent from the gods themselves... justice?..
Lewis k Nyaga
vituko pwani..
Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha
complex married
misunderstood
unable to communicate
hate
a retaliating stranger who never saw first blood
eyes red
puddled with break down
habits grab for stimuli
the pill, the Beretta for the take down
longing to read, when ability limits him to simply write
this sophomoric curse
pain receptors dulled via sleep
yet the light pink demons creep
reminding blind self
nothing's mitigated
if only he could speak
Brahms whistles from the desk
supplementing a place in life
the creative act
a hard fought solitude
terrible and tremendous
weeks ago
jaws of life pried his body from a car full of lies
lucky to be alive
today
he's stuck in a room of no truths
where enemies pretend to be friends
and blood stains, like cries
never dry...
Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha
You are changing,
yes you are.
You who is to be a friend,
now carries our fears.
It was name da revolution
how revolutionary?
Sweet without a doubt,
hard to digest.
Sometimes now you get confused,
maybe, retaliating to our abuse?
With you we cannot wrestle though,
can we once more be friends?
They're unexpected and comes as it please
leaving young or old crying at there knees
it wasn't caused it was no ones fault
opening and closing like a big iron bolt
it stalks out it victims then goes for the kill
opening and closing the uncontrollable seal
it takes its victim at any age
the young old or even middle stage
it seems so innocent but yet so violent
killing any innocent that it resents
mother nature so sweet but so mean
when people struggle to keep it clean
you wonder why this beast attacks
to make it worse you fire back
opening its mouth and piling rubbish in
no wonder it lives a life of sin
no point in retaliating we know who is going to win
we use the world as a great big bin
wave of anger crash ashore
leaving helpless people screaming please no more
it shakes the ground gently before moving into the kill
no one can stop not the government or even the old bill
it moves faster the lightening or light itself
an act so violent it could kill herself
so tremendous yet so fragile
can be so sweet and yet so vile
Mechanically inquisitive
Draped on neon tape
Absent mentality shadowing
Of ill-mannered wonder
Faceless stammering fallacies
Covering all in suffusion
Supposition oppressing
The veracity of facts
Bogus conclusions drawn
Upon a cracking rudimentary
Deriding night crawlers
Mocking the anguish
In hollering vestige
A feint of exuberance
Compels a nauseated anger
Griping my throat from the pit
A retaliating strike
Against this disease spreading
Mockery of life destroyed
Zipped and departing
In a blue flashing anticlimax
Mute eyes falling to asphalt
A revelation of mortality
The astonishment fading
In shoulder shrugged releasing
Disbanded heavy frustration
A barbaric yearning to behold
The dark car fades into the night
Liberating unnamed martyred
Silently dignified
Faceless retreating to window barred safety
The street again quiet and empty
Lulling the city back to sleep…
In self fabricated security