My cry I land on the maiden stages
for the satirical life come unbecome
though to cry I cant for no might
yours I quest where to run?
You hit my buttock like a tom drum
Remember hasira mwisho hasara
Better love not violent mama
yours I quest where to run?
My loins you torch I ate coins
my body incinerate I came late
and burn my seaters the wet bed
yours I quest where to run?
loneliness I harness my banned allies
food prestigious stone for mine
early to school on a shrunk tummy
yours I quest where to run?
like a donkey from school I toil
no work no eat my prompt pay
my routine teardrop a painful cry
yours I quest where to run?
People feign adamant for my plight
my defiling hear you bang the eyes
behind your laughter my bitter weap
yours I quest where to run?
As I coil to foil the world I toil
my plight I denounce the turmoil
the tender-hearted welcome to cushion
yours I quest where to run?
Categories:
seaters, absence, abuse, angst, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
The groom sweeps pass the floor,
Like the flood does with her pride.
He matches pass the crowd like a moor,
Examining intensely while on his ride.
He flashes back the day of plan,
When he draft out the necessary file.
He readjusts his specs and span,
Bewitching the damsels with his smile.
He shoots out his lips like a pointed gun,
Directing it towards his anxious maiden.
At the order of the faithful clown,
He enjambs his lips with his charming colleen.
The chairs hops for Joy,likewise the bench.
They exhilirates their happiness and joy,
In tune with the lucky man's trench,
And elates residents like electronic toys.
A golden metal presents itself as a ring,
Straight into the bride's finger,
The two anonymous fingers cares to sling,
Causing a great applausation from the seaters.
He positions his feet as direct,
Holding unto his queen hands to hands.
They displays their style in music precept,
Grooving symtematically like the bands.
Being stressed after the lovely harsh day,
He strips off his rugged shoe and tie.
Resting on his lonely bray,
He heaves a sigh of victory; 'Bye!'.
C.2017
Categories:
seaters, celebrity,
Form: Prose Poetry