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Brenda Sabana Poem
Let me bear my broken bones,
To the morning winds , cool and fresh,
Let my weary feet dance with the fish,
To the gentle rhythm of the midday sea.
Let me sway, east to west,
To the afternoon breeze,
As it holds me so gently,
Let me sing the old rusty song,
To the sun so bright, as it stares at my flaws.
Let me feel the warmth of her heart,
The feel of her pulse! The love in her eyes!
As she sings so lovingly,
By the fire glow.
Let me feel the love,
So deep yet so brutal,
As it breaks my baby bones,
Piece by piece,
So beautifully,
Until only poor copies of my being,
Remain for my Beloved.
Copyright © Brenda Sabana | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Sabana Poem
The circles of the bloody moon,
slide Northward towards the Rive Nile,
Death and raven drift above,
As mother guards her nest with pride.
The nightingales are singing near,
The nightly winds leave the door ajar,
The big bellied old man, unfamiliar,
Shows fatigue on his face, so clear.
The sheer brilliance of Mother's many vibrant colors,
fills my heart with such unwavering joy,
As she pulls and folds the table cloth,
She sings with the bloody wood, such joy.
The silent man, like a mocha brown ape,
sprawls at the window sill and gapes,
Mother brings in the mango slices,
Bananas, oranges and the summer grapes.
The silent vertebrate in brown,
smiles the frowns then concentrates then withdraws,
then the silent bellied man in brown,
tears at the fruits with his murderous paws.
And still Mother's lovely grin,
circumscribe her dazzling white denticle,
as this man tears into these mango slices,
she looks at him in adulation, such a spectacle!
Copyright © Brenda Sabana | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Sabana Poem
We fell asleep as lovers do,
Listening to the raindrops,
Pitter patter on the old tin roof,
Hands entwined,
Souls secretly smiling.
I trembled for his touch,
His fingers, just like a poem,
He had my whole heart, so did he,
An exclamation point,
At the end of my happiest sentences,
I fell for him.
I lost myself,
My once troubled mind,
Contrary to the norm, did not remind me of myself,
A collection of dismantled almosts,
A mess, chaos,
He put me back together so well,
That i forgot i was broken,
I forgot i was me.
Love,
It was always something heavy for my weary heart,
Something i had to carry,
Something i had to bare,
But my prince made me crave for this burden,
And now,
As we lay here,
All he does is play his music,
And all i want to do is to hear.
Copyright © Brenda Sabana | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Sabana Poem
Many things i have known,
In this my life,
Cocktails and feasts,
The powerful scents,
Of meat roasting on coal,
Rich and delicious,
And plentiful free flowing wine,
But i have hungered and thirsted,
When the sun went to the west to rest.
I have known the hard smell,
The slippery touch of fresh bank notes,
Have changed hands,
with big bellied, shiny faced men,
Who change country and cards and life for money,
Yet penniless i have become,
without a beggar's ten cent coin,
For a crust of bread.
I have known the comfort,
Of London look taxi cabs,
Cruised through neon lit cities,
In the thick of the night,
I have slept deeply,
In the six inch foams of opulence,
In heated rooms,
halfway up the sky,
Yet too i have trekked many miles,
For lack of simple fare,
Worn my feet,
On dusty endless sidewalks,
And returned, humbled,
To the sack , that is indeed my home.
Copyright © Brenda Sabana | Year Posted 2015
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Brenda Sabana Poem
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
My uniform disheveled,
The aura of loneliness only too obvious,
I think to myself,
What am i in your eyes?
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
I reminisce,
Oh how enigmatic you were,
Gave everyone a chance to see you whole,
I look at you now,
Someone i barely recognize,
But i still wonder,
What am i in your eyes?
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
As i look into your eyes,
My mind wonders to the dead,
How young and beautiful they might be,
Suddenly death is such a good word,
I source for answers,
What am i in your eyes?
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
As a drop of tear,
Makes its way down your spotted cheek,
I wish you wouldn't cry,
I wish i could embrace you,
Restore you, Assure you,
But you yield no response,
So i ask,
What am i in your eyes?
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
As i watch you painfully bleed,
You look at me,
As if longing for my embrace,
Our eyes meet,
Should i just let you bleed?
Should i let those tears run?
Or should i free you miss,
From the bondage you built for yourself,
You look away,
What am i in your eyes?
My Reflection,
As i stare at you,
Suddenly all your flaws become priceless,
Your beauty surpasses all,
You smile,
My heart is glad,
A goddess in my eyes,
But,
What am i in your eyes?
Copyright © Brenda Sabana | Year Posted 2015
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