I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper
And heard have I of his unique white mama,
Who wouldn’t the flame surrender to coma,
Rockier getting than Nigerian’s Zuma
And quite the cougar of America’s Puma…
All that for fanciful catchers of History
And zestful peddlers of exciting mystery,
For say it I still
A-top our tallest hill:
The guy was all along full American,
To his boxers so, less Republican
His returns of cheers completely Un African
Ascents of staircases for the Mexican
His oscillating heard during speeches
Electric fan-perfect, no breaches…
Abort this try to find out
And –please- don’t fail to shout:
Ex-president Barrack Hussein
Lost only to the American smoking sin.
Categories:
rockier, analogy, celebration, celebrity, character,
Form: Rhyme
I ask what’s the purpose
For a writing with no reason
A hundred thousand words together
Has definition but no meaning
The expenditure of ink is the
Mouth running off for no reason
But what I write is what I reap
So I write and sow in Season
Because it is the sowing season
The ground is ready for planting seed
Some may grow tall and strong
Some will be swallowed up by weeds
Some will be picked off
Some will die in scorching heat
Wether or not fruit is produced
the difference between triumph and defeat
The rockier the soil
The less the roots and foundations
Will grow to be deep
The seed that falls to the wayside
Becomes the violence in the streets
The seed that gets picked off
Is the one that is led astray
The seed that dies in scorching heat
Is the one that did not withstand the day
The seed that became swallowed up is the one that lost its way
The seed that grew to flourish
And produced its fruit within its season
Is the seed that overcame
And was planted well with sight and reason.
Categories:
rockier, bible, god, life,
Form: Free verse
WARDROBE ON THE ROADS
How nice it would be,
To have wardrobe on the roads!
No one would have to carry,
Their luggage or their loads!
It would be so nice!
To just simply pick up a dress,
Either it may be cheap,
Or it may be priceless!
You would have picked up a dress of your choice,
And won’t have any tension of money,
Even if it is not,
Bcoz of happiness you would have found the day sunny!
You would not have to pay,
For the things you buy,
And so your dad would take,
A deep breath of sigh!
You would buy many,
Choicest things for you,
Whether it may be a dress,
A ring or a shoe!
Boys would be rockier,
Girls would have more cat fights,
It would be so nice,
To have such wonderful sights!
Categories:
rockier, imagination, may,
Form: I do not know?
As I pass through
As I pass through life,
I see different colors,
different smells, different
sounds and different taste.
Nothing ever be the same,
The roads get rockier and stiffer
as I pass through each time.
The sky never stays gray all the time,
The birds don’t always sing, the grass don’t always green,
and the people don’t always stay the same.
It’s sad to see how the birds stop flying,
How things stop sparkling, and how life
don’t stay as bright as it used to. People come
and go, hence people move on everyday. The days are not
always cloudy, and the sun don’t always shine.
Everything under the sun is just vanity because as you pass
through things come and go, they never last a lifetime.
Therefore as you pass through life no matter how it is, make sure
you pass with care, and make sure you learn from everything
under the sun. Because as you pass through something change.
Categories:
rockier, adventure, life, nostalgia, passion,
Form: I do not know?