Details |
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh Poem
Death stood by the road side
and swung his hand to get a ride
Many stopped by, but was never favored
And some came, but he never entered
When the road sirened my coming,
he rushed and placed a checkpoint at the middle;
my body became the car he rushed to enter at last
And eyes, his whistle for a clearer sight
He then control the steering of my body
Straight to his packing log: the grave...
Like an owl waiting for the night,
am here wishing for the sound of the trumpet.
Poet:
©Cheto
Copyright © Mohammed Cheto Jalloh | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh Poem
"Trauma In my Mother's House"
Some mornings came whispering in my mother's ears the torment of being a lady;
It explained to her how by the kitchen knife
she was meant to breathe only from a man’s pocket
She was told that her tears undermine society
& her body worth not even a cent from a man’s wallet,
Because she is the object that cannot fit even in an empty set
the door of my mother's head was opened by another strange voice,
informing her that cooking is the degree she has earned naturally
& that anything above it, is a sin beyond reality
Situation has made her to see this world as a cooking kitchen;
The aches from there is the comfort air she inhales without regretting
In my mother's house,
she is strong like the wind that comes before rainfall,
Because she's the eagle that can withstand any downfall
Her power is the milk that's capable of breastfeeding this lazy world
& babysit any depression that wants to overcome her,
Because her current life is the hell she is defeating very well.
Poet:
© Cheto
Copyright © Mohammed Cheto Jalloh | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh Poem
You reawaken my broken cell,
Killed every germs in my growing love,
& perfumed my heart to your heartfelt joy
Every time I see your smile,
my soul dances to your romantic jazz
&make me drag heartbreak into hell
You're the reason I vomit worries,
Excreted emotional damages
As you cloth my mind with lasting memories
When my intestine became disgusting
From how my love was made rotten,
You came and made it fresh by caring
& moustached my heart till it realized you are truly loving
You are the chlorophyll to my faded love
The fertilizer to my kiss buried in a filthy soil,
When I was the dry leaf to life,
you came & bathed me a love full of worth
Poet:
©Cheto
Note : this poem is dedicated to my loving and caring girl friend..
Copyright © Mohammed Cheto Jalloh | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh Poem
At our first date,
I saw her as the only comforter
To my soul that's craving for true love
& then undressed my mind & soul & heart
to bath in her anointed river of love
My heart squinted into hers
as it opened up the door of my mouth
to say out all the romantic words
I been keeping for the one I truly desire
Gently, my right hand rolled on her face
as I moustached her lips
& smoothly rubbed my left hand on her thigh
so that my touches can alarm her heart from sleep
and become the employee to my love
with salary worth staying long
©Cheto
Copyright © Mohammed Cheto Jalloh | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Mohammed Cheto Jalloh Poem
I saw her in a train that carries true love
Her smile made my heart to tune in to her channel of her true self
So I can see the screen play of how she worth being a future wife
I fell off the mountain of my heart
to immediately enter her ocean of roses
& sketch my mind the tattoos of her smile
I saw without any regret
My body then apply for a visa of owning her love
So my soul can be traveler to her world;
The day I got accepted, happiness became my meal for the day
she is now the eraser that wash away the recycle bin of my heart
that used to make me think of the time
my heart was a goalpost for frustration
& a Jersey to an unimaginable heartbreak
Copyright © Mohammed Cheto Jalloh | Year Posted 2020
|