I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
When they sensed that it was time for a walk
Mera showed her happiness with some cheerful barks
Her energy indicated gratitude in anticipation of fulfillment of such a simple task
Although very eager, Reva was standing silent showing her big sisterly protocols
Start of the walk was exciting as usual
Both were prepared with their leashes and collars
Tails were wagging with joy and enthusiasm
Muzzles were ready to snuffle and relish outdoors
Roads were looking vibrant with autumn colors
Fallen leaves had spread carpet of jingles
Overjoyed Mera couldn’t get enough
Kept sniffing shrubberies in every corner
Reva kept herself busy marking her terrain
Drawing satisfaction from leaving traces in the domain
Mera’s creativeness was brought out by wet grassy scent
To justify her elation she had to take quite a few circular steps
The duo walked forward to another neighborhood
Smelling more sidewalks and bushes in passionate moods
A pale green round thing was spotted by Reva’s eyes
Her happiness increased when she got hold of that device
The walk concluded with delightful admiration
Both returned home with minds full of appreciation
DARKNESS GROWS IN THE GARDEN OF PLEASANTRIES
Meandering through the garden of pleasantries,
did you sense, the breathless pant of trees,
or hear, the violin seduction, of Cupid’s sentries,
or pierce the eyes, the blossom spread of luxuries?
Do tell of sandals, chains and locks lost in shrubberies!
O turtle doves, between your teeth, insolent mulberries.
Too soon succumbed to satin skin, fracas of discoveries.
The fruited-fountain of chocolate but noncommittal fudgeries.*
The shrieking tomb of sirens — seagulls sic the maggoty melodies.
The butterfly tresses of yesteryear sans curmudgeon cure of drudgeries.
You thought to toss away her sensuous beauty, with exorbitant lies.
No hope in her sea soaked eyes, salt preservative of glass flies.
4/14/2018
*fudgeries - fakes (made up word)
in the dead of (winter) night
in the dead of winter (night)
a mime was executed for stealing pancakes
the gunpowder tango sounded
over the burnt black bones of Bastille
wretchedness comes in manifold reverie
in distempered visions of epochal disasters
mime's widow's now loitering enshrouded
dismal and dismantled into the strawberry
storm of desolate lament on a horizon
monomaniacal embers of deceased mementos
shuddered after the rain of infirmity
day dawned once again with frolicsome frogmarch
in shrubberies echoing the ghastly romance
friendly fiends and fiercer fury of mountain tops
are inversed by limb contorting boredom
in the dead of (winter) night
in the dead of winter (night)
They say rain brings sorrow and pain
They say it comes to make you wail
I oppose, I've seen those drops falling down on my window glass
Every drop that plunges on the casement brings shaft of light in my eyes
Every dewdrop that falls down on my face invigorate my heart
I've seen that little seed budding faster than ever
I've observed the tiny pip becoming stronger
It lives just a few steps down the lane
As forever, rain has arrived with all the bliss and glee again
It is time to blossom and time to thrive for all the shrubberies, flora and human life
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