~ When the earth cracks -
provides inspiring moments with timeless treasures ~
quote by poet
Have faith in a spring after winter
The pulse trembles as thin separator sheets
in the diary of poetry
drops that create the tree of life green
Still a little weak – sleep-inducing feelings
may need a long time to come to the surface
Liberating to reach for what matters most
It is an thrilling season to embark
The frozen earth slowly begins to thaw
Through the secret dark grave of the night
and the pockets of the sunrise
white wings unfold - champagne satisfies thirst divine
The process depends on the embrace
Receive springs snowdrops with a silent kiss
People think I am a separator of two sentence
Surely, in my mind I have no vengeance,
I am just a full stop to a line
But I have more to gain,
I am a small round mark
But all can make me dark,
I am just a short click
And easily you can pick,
I am a buzz forming a letter
In fashion, I am used better,
I am a center point of two numbers
Hence, it is used by many members,
I am on every spot
Hence, People call me dot (.).
My muse is a sieve
it pans for gold
it’s a strainer
a skimmer
a fat separator
it tumbles boulders
until pebbles are formed
it can chew on a feeling
for days weeks or years
til it spits out a poem
my polished
my crystallized
bits of awe and woe
Religion is a separator,
not a lifesaver.
Man made it in his mind.
Take a lesson in history,
maybe you’ll see.
I do not believe
that God is right for me.
Neither the Devil nor Jesus,
do I believe to exist.
Go spread the word of your deity
and end up at the guillotine…
(For Oyintarere, a dear friend, R.I.P.)
In the dark, icy quarters
Of earth’s depths he resides
Jealously guarding his barn of harvest’d souls
He is Death, the eternal terminator of lives
LIVES!
Lives so radiant! Pregnant with dreams!
DREAMS!
Dreams which ne’er on paper express’d
Dreams which to any living being were ne’er spoken
Cruel fate!
Yet we watch helplessly
As he plucks the brightest of lives
In a senseless orgy of senseless rampage
Oh! My pity is abundantly shared amongst those poor souls
The eternal separator he is
The merciful dispenser of euthanasia he is
No time he wastes he in heartlessly putting suffering souls
Out of their painful misery
Endowed with an outstretched skeletal arm
Armed with a cold, rusty bladed sickle
He is the Grim Reaper
The eternal ferryman of souls
Ferrying merrily poor souls
Across the cold boundary of existence and death,
But I bear no morbid wish to be reaped or ferried
E’EN WHEN MY GRAY HAIRS ARE RIPE AND READY TO FALL!
For I shall stubbornly cling unto continued existence
E’en till the moment the doomsday trump shall sound.
She's peppy. You can tell by the bounce in her step.
That one is shy. You can tell by the way her feet move in sync with the others, except alone.
Her presence is non-existent to the large crowd.
You can guess so much about a person just by looking at their bottom half.
It's fascinating really, how I am consumed by people.
I suppose the diversity is satisfying,
Perhaps the mystery summons my curiosity.
Faces blocked by a window separator, I am left to look from the hips down.
The crowd is busy to the eye, but in a calming way.
Their steps are a symphony, moving together, while containing different rhythms.
Everyone bops to the beat of their own drum.
NO-NO
It occurs, I know, Why does it occur? I don’t know
All say it occurred, Why occurred? they don’t know.
My query is to all is how can it be happened?
Without cause and effect if it is there occurs, we know why it occurs
We don’t know it occurs- does it occur by nature?
The separator must be keen to intrigue the value of construction
Setting matter perfectly in right place and order
To make it run run run
We put engine at works, at run, fly and at every job
He is sharp to order us leaving alone –but observes
To ply our engine requires our also association with it
Being driver, pilot engineer and conductor other master
For his built he is clever to put us at run and at shut
When he rages stops us from moving putting in his gallows
Danger his am is we don’t see how he shuts blade of cause
Know clue, find him obviously he is kind and find
I love him he loves me He is in my in
We both are galloping in the form of life and human being.
LOVE BIRDS
On a journey of feelings I embark
Heart filled with love
Brain filled with imaginations
Imaginations about us
U and I
Linked together by love
Love growing stronger daily
Death alone will be our separator
Together we shall live
Forever and ever
My love for you is
Immeasurable
For words alone can’t express it