In the morning, innocent lamb left the farm
Behind his master, moved to the meadow
A treacherous chapman loomed him
In his purity, he listened to chap’s distorted words
As sweet as honey, they lead him astray his master
Naively, guiltless lamb was led into a deep hole.
Up and down, lamb looked; this is life as well.
He sat in the fleapit all day long like a mole
But never thought of a dump but another dwell
Mother sheep baabed to lamb’s deaf ear in hell.
Lamb’s meekness has been exploited to death
And in the deep hole, safe he believes he is
As time comes, he’ll be on knees to look up
For God to unbolt his mind and unclutter his ears
To remember many hearts, he has snubbed.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
unbolt, fate, lost love,
Form: Free verse
A diabetic to his steward
On the table is your sack letter,
Beside my unfinished tea, no better;
Four photocopies of it in my file,
Their original to be collected by you;
Sure evidence that your stewardship was all rubbish
And that, henceforth, I would to you be snobbish.
Your offence was the many sugar cubes in my tea,
For which I had painfully continued to pee;
A bizarre blood sugar level from the lab!
Pictures of my grave finished off with a slab!
Yours was a clever murder move,
My ceaseless tremors there to this prove.
You‘d tried to my door unbolt to an undertaker
And my journey begin back to my maker.
You may now go to my sitting room
For your last wage
But don’t fail to storm my bedroom
For your luggage.
And, please, do forget my clothes in the Laundry,
For even now, they badly sense my quandary.
Categories:
unbolt, conflict, death, jobs,
Form: Rhyme
O my life! Change thy colour not
O my life! Escort me just as I walk
Why do you abandon me every day?
Why my eyes don’t stop raining day after day?
O my life! Change thy colour not
Why do the improbabilities knock at my door every day?
Why do they unbolt the doors of their own dwelling?
Despair breathes in my breaths every moment
My heart houses the world of suspicion
O my life! Stop the speeding chariot of time
Why do you abandon me every day?
Why my eyes don’t stop raining every day?
What have I done to deserve this?
Why is my soul deprived of a profound bliss.?
O my life! Change thy colour not.
Hamida Yamin, Sintra, Portugal 25/ 04/16
Categories:
unbolt, allegory, desire, grief, how
Form: Free verse
Dissolve
Mother sits by the window
After freeing herself from her household chores.
Fresh and peaceful
She is all by herself.
She looks out at the clear blue sky
Enjoying the streaks of sunlight dancing at her feet.
She picks up her favourite wooden needles
Working them in and out,
Warping in love and and woofing out
Cabled patterns on father's wintry scarf.
A silent smile round the corner of her berry lips,
As she prides over her familial love.
It is Her time, for Her very own being,
A time to disconnect
From all entanglements of life.
Past adjustments, the present solutions, future ambitions,
Zoom past in a flash, and
Dissolve.
And then the mind goes blank
Into a state of nothingness-
No thoughts, no desires no regrets.
The prattle and gurgle on the wooden staircase,
Wake her out of her reverie.
She jumps to her feet,
With electrifying speed
Puts her knitting back into her cashmere bag,
Runs to unbolt the front door, finding
Two smiling elfins with upturned faces, outstretched hands,
Going down till their amorous eyes, holds one in each arm, and
All ambiguities dissolve.
Balveen Cheema
August 10, 2015
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Categories:
unbolt, children, for her, imagery,
Form: Imagism
Oft my mind to your sweetness flies
For the sway of you is the life of mine
Serene smiles and your light coincide
To unbolt my spirit and distort my time
But my ears must unopen to your murmurous chime
Long I've been dispossessed of your touch divine
Yet I persist and pursue in such torturous rhymes
But now has flown when my heart must decline
And the hour speaks that my passions must resign
For long, ages ago did your love whisper good-bye
And from that deadly moment since I have denied
That it was my once lively soul that has lonely died
Categories:
unbolt, lost love, love hurts,
Form: I do not know?
As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day
Confusion rented the air
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon
Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept and we waited,
For the King of the house who left
His throne to no destination
This King had little of Solomon’s wisdom
But shared more of his adultery
With his cup of wine always full to a fault
Drunkard was his middle name
All his fellow drunkard Kings
Had no clue of him
Yet, the night twinkle away
The In-law with the baby in her arms hissed
Two hours went pass the midnight
Still, it was a house full of darkness
His Eve unbolt more of her to me
As she sobs her way to sleep
“He his dead drunk again”
Shall we all sleep, less we loose our night
King Solomon is alive with no live
But drunk in the arms of a concubine”
Darkness exit, as the cockcrows.
Alayande Stephen T.
21st of June 2007
10.15am
In Iba, conceptualized for the scene at my friend’s place OSB.
Categories:
unbolt, adventure, friendship, life, love,
Form: Free verse