The clock tics and toks
Hands around the wall
Journing nowhere
Like a clichèd psycho
Mind a broken record
That clock tells a lie.
Captured wonderer
In wayless roam
So is that clock
In its ticking stroam
Mine is a rooster
That daily awakens
All before day break
To take up loads
For the daily roam
Yours tics in minutes
Mine dawns with sun
I dont waste any
In sunlight slumber
For the cock crows
To remind me of freedom.
Whenever it crows
I know freedom calls
For a sweet sweat
I get as i work.
Categories:
stroam, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Because you are caught in the net
Of your vows and promises you get,
You want us too in your predicament.
An eternal capture and encampment.
No, i only fall in love not in engagement.
To my granny who spat vile in her speech,
Each time i visit her she turns eager to preach
Imploring me to marry in her witful beseech
As if she has nothing else to teach.
Granny, i will marry when i want or i will marry and cheat.
To my friends whom i dressed best as they played groom,
You betrayed the culture i will remain with the broom.
Matrimony wasnt my idea, i wonder where you got that from.
Mine was to make snares for loose prey which seldom roam.
In their petticoat you captured you seldom stroam.
To God, forgive me and may your peace abide
In my heart and may your angels guide me
In my persuit of casting my nets wide
To find unconjugated maid i wish to turn bride.
For a vow made to a virtuous lady is a man's pride.
Poyetik enej
Categories:
stroam, art, boyfriend, pain, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme