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The Bleeding Bones

Flowing like river
Meandering between the shrubs
Flowing, dripping unending river
Where from? Where to?
Not shallow these waters
Die will it not
Hot scorching rays cannot dry it up
Though dripping
Trees are singing
Leaves are clapping
The lilies are laughing
The cactus is dancing
But
The river is flowing, crying
Appalling the sounds she produces
Her cronies antagonist her
Her bones are drying and bleeding
Her soul smashed
Her heart beat trampled
Her flesh torn apart
No! Oh No! Oh no!
Bleeding bones

By Sylvia Semo(Cylviaan)

Copyright © Sylvia Semo | Year Posted 2022



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Death

I detest You
I love you
Your pick
Far-famed to all
Light-colored or dark
Affluent or impoverished
Young or aged
No one breaks free
You vicious but just
You don’t compromise
When it is time
You appear like the sun
You rob on daylight
You leave contusion, ageless bruises
You Rob in the dark
I speak to you cruel but fair
Why didn’t you give me a chance
A chance to say good bye
You so cruel but fair
I dislike you
I love you

Copyright © Sylvia Semo | Year Posted 2022

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Happy Couple

It feels so nice
To see them walking hand in hand
It feels so nice
To see them leading a peaceful life
It feels so nice 
seeing them raising their kids together
It feels so nice 
seeing them supporting each other
It feels so nice
looking at them serving God together
It feels so nice
seeing them pray together
It feels so nice singing together
It feels so nice
seeing them laughing, jesting and joking together
Love is powerful
Love is stronger
Love is awesome
It feels so nice
Seeing them walking together
Oh! It feels so nice to see them happy
IT FEELS SO NICE

By Sylvia Semo

Copyright © Sylvia Semo | Year Posted 2022

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The Gold That Was Buried

Today I spring up
I arise from the dead
Dead and buried long deep
Deep in the blackest darkness
Yes I spring up

Today I spring up
I decline to die again
I resuscitate outstanding gifting and talents
The gold that's within
Must up rise and radiate

Today I spring up
Tell my mates I’ve risen
Risen so high, high to radiate the world
With my gifting and talents
With gold in my hand I arise

Copyright © Sylvia Semo | Year Posted 2022

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A Lament In the Streets

Longing of the heart, of the mind
Curiosity is killing, step by step
The moon and the stars-Insomniac
Who will end these queries
I hear them talk abut their sire's
"my father this, my father that"
Inside I'm void, empty of utterance
Dumb-my mum is
I desire to know the truth
Every time the sun moves
The wound deepens
I want to know my dad

I'm searching for my daddy
I'm searching for my daddy
If you happen to see him
Let him be informed
I'm still searching for him
Daddy-never called anyone so
Even if Ill only have a glance of you
Ill still search for you

Daddy, I have a lot of quizzing
Why you left me alone
Why you advised Mummy to get rid of me
You abandoned me
But, here I am searching for you
Cause I love you anyway

If anyone happens to see him
Inform him, I'm yearning for him
Patiently waiting, waiting for that moment
Hopeful I am

By Sylvia Semo(Cylviaan)

Copyright © Sylvia Semo | Year Posted 2022




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