Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices of today,
Are the sowed seeds and hope of tomorrow's bountiful harvest;
That the pain and suffering invested in today,
Will spring forth the Sunny days of the future?
Why can't you see......
That the sacrifices borne out of the rejections
Tribulations, trepidations of today,
May well be the trajectory and springboards
Of opportunities embedded in life's journey?
Why can't you see.......
That the disappointments of life
Are sometimes the tonic needed to catapult you
To the lofty heights of your dreams.....?
Why can't you see.......
That tomorrow is pregnant;
That every morning is a rebirth and a gift
To make the future better than your fortune today?
Why can't you see........
The beauty which lies within;
The fortunes and the treasures
Which decades of neglect and disbelief in your abilities has occasioned?
Why can't you see......?
Categories:
springboards, africa, humanity, life, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Empty walls become the
out-of-focus billboards of thought.
Simple, seemingly insignificant things
become springboards of
flushing emotions
that cannot be quenched nor withheld -
impossible to ignore their swells
while headaches grow from trying.
Must I let it go where grief can sleep
with me in our own quiet place?
No ... these intense exaggerations of emotion
are not born from loss or death but
from love and life!
Look around and know
they will grow once more.
Our journey is here for now;
we will join our lost loves in good time,
but
we have more yet to love and lose ...
Categories:
springboards, loss, pets,
Form: Free verse
Empty walls become the
out-of-focus billboards of thought.
Simple, seemingly insignificant things
become springboards of
flushing emotions
that cannot be quenched nor withheld -
impossible to ignore their swells
while headaches grow from trying.
Must I let it go where grief can sleep
with me in our own quiet place?
No ... these intense exaggerations of emotion
are not born from loss or death but
from love and life!
Look around and know
they will grow once more.
Our journey is here for now;
we will join our lost loves in good time,
but
we have more yet to love and lose ...
Categories:
springboards, lost,
Form: Free verse
The pain shifts
ubiquitously
out through the ruffled edges
of the grey red skies
into the cardboard caricatures
of the standstill mind
a numbness transfixed
over the monotonous eyes
a black and white wallpaper
of dusty springboards
the digital sounding distant
chatter of the kids playing nothing
the screeching sounds of the rattled cars
the torment of the torrential liquids
still tense with subtle triumph of
stolen tears
languishes
resuscitates itself
so self empowered
so mean
doesn’t change its path
Categories:
springboards, pain,
Form: Blank verse
setbacks of daily living
can often become
springboards of giving
inspired by Romans 8:28
Categories:
springboards, hope, life
Form: Senryu
The incongruity sparkles, dirty diamonds in a drain,
With hackles rising, lips drawn back, in lemon peeling pain;
A psychodrama stage of sleight springboards the stupid head,
“I know,” she thinks, “I’m always right, I know that’s what he said.”
The egotism sponges as a leech ingesting blood,
The eyes are wide, the **** erect, the loins in moistened flood;
A stimulating shafting sort of sycophantic surge.
“His words are all about me now, he can’t control the urge.”
The craziness develops like a Polaroid of junk,
A dustbin lid, a bag of nails, a blue remembered funk;
A schizophrenic symptom in a druggy wrecked-up mind,
Ideas of reference screech, protesting honour is maligned.
The fantasy grows darker like a stain that slowly spreads
Upon the crotch she fumbles with, her fingers cold as lead;
In face of letting loose of grip please don’t forget to smile,
It’s only pretexts in the mind that bothered for a while.
Categories:
springboards, allegory, life, parody, people,
Form: Verse