I don't need the sun everyday
I need grey, I prefer rain, mist
fresh winds.
The sun is a harsh benefactor,
it coerces only to rule; demands
to be admired before it crowns itself
emperor of our every dependency.
Yet, when it is shielded
by the soft drapes of a less brazen light
we ungratefully call that -
bad weather.
Categories:
ungratefully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hunger and Pride
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
“But I’m hungry,” cries the wolf,
Snarling to intimidate me.
“Take the bone; I don't want it.”
And the wolf ungratefully does.
And for the time being, is satiated.
From inside the cage,
The wolf peers out, as if at a standoff:
Wily and wry and unapologetic.
And I look in, mesmerized;
Into its burning eyes and at bared teeth.
“O Canis lupus, trust me.
“You live in the moment,
Unable to comprehend
That I want to be your friend.”
And it cries, “Let me go!”
“O Canis lupus, I can’t set you free.
You will kill and devour the sheep.”
Categories:
ungratefully, angst, imagery, life, perspective,
Form: Imagism
Adam and Eve, God created
Things and animals, He made
Good are some, bad are others
Like parents, children hardly behave
Costly is making a child grow
But strongly, mothers hope
The child will grow certainly
To become responsible
To feed children, mothers sacrifice
For true love they have for humanity
But when they grow mature,
Abel and Cain, they change into
Dangerous children’s prongs become
For breast and courage offered to Cain
Energy and time vanished ungratefully
But the motherly heart rests unbothered
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
ungratefully, anxiety, corruption, education, endurance,
Form: Free verse
(Double Nonet)
Drops
Rain drops
Touching breeze
From the dawn sky
With the smiling clouds
Splashing sovereign sleep
Around the dreamy bed of life
Amphan ungratefully offered
Affliction within flowing tension
Sleep breaker vaccination in sane
Love in strikingly free daydream
Transient nurture greets bliss
Windstorm of the relief
In allotment shield
Coughing up high
Rates of loss
In science
Cry
21.05.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
ungratefully, grief, life,
Form: Nonet
OLD, AS IN OLD BLACK JOE
Like me
Don’t you see?
He was old
With no place to go
Old black Joe
with his old banjo
Old boots
and a very old belt
Old Black Joe was old as he felt
Withered
Weathered
Wearied
Worried
And waiting
Impatiently
Ungracefully
Ungratefully
Ungraciously
Yet he was prepared
Old Black Joe and pity paired
As into the sun he stared
Looking toward the sky
As he wondered why
Understanding that he had no choice
As dissatisfaction would deem his voice
Old Black Joe was shaken
Forsaken
And awakened to what is real
As old as fear made him feel
Unable to heal
Not fearing his last miniscule meal
Yet unwilling to kneel
Wizened to what weariness can steal
Old black Joe was callous
never cautious
Cantankerous
Caustic
And callously cold
Like me,
Don’t you see?
Old black Joe was old
Oh so old
Withered, wearied, weathered and wan
And now Old Black Joe is gone
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Categories:
ungratefully, angst, old, old,
Form: Monorhyme