I want us to swim,
In our new bodies,
Which buttress our boney disproportion.
I want the fish to be enticed,
By our old skins
Which serve as useless armour to this world.
I want the cold to be unrelenting,
To our restless hearts,
Which beat inaptness into our beings.
I want the water to cleansing
Towards our tomblike wombs
Which welcome love but reject life.
I want the tides to be shifting,
Until our spineless existence
Take the form of something solid,
Something soft.
Of something like me and You.
Categories:
tomblike, loss, love, ocean, sister,
Form: I do not know?
I have seen them
strutting like cockerels on podiums
sweating like pigs in their ill-fitting suits
words bubbling out of their snake forked tongues
-democracy!- development!- unity!
I have seen them
lock themselves up in their posh grave tomblike cars,
is it to avoid the dust of the potholed roads
or the sight of poverty ridden comrades
who crawl along the streets like sprayed bedbugs
I have seen them
prancing along the corridors of power
thirsty for more, more and more
always more while their comrades get less
-Salaries – Allowances—Terms
I have seen them
preach peace but sow strife
scream democracy while muffling fundamental rights
promise development while worshiping corruption
I have seen them
torch the nation with careless words
fanning the flames of hatred amongst comrades
destroying – always destroying!
I have seen them
stamped like buffalo herds
on the foundation of the nation
till it stands on shattered and battered grounds
constitution amendments – always amending!
I have seen them
do all these and more – always more
but like a man condemned
I stand on the sidelines
watching—only watching!
Categories:
tomblike, social,
Form: Narrative
After a painful walk
Through the dark of night
Where anger is the talk
In unforgiving realms of strife
His love shone through
Lightening tomblike coves
That allowed a better view
Raising in the heart new hopes.
Seeing through His golden halo
A vision of the Almighty above
Of their load they could let go
Revived by the warmth of His love
And with the words He spoke
Who He was, they had no doubt
Followed Him wherever He may go
Was all they wished to do now.
And in so doing, they found new life
With Him they entered Paradise.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.02.10
Categories:
tomblike, faith, hope, inspirational
Form: Rhyme