September 28, 2021 8:10 AM / Leave a comment
The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…
There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep
On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…
On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.
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September 28, 2021 6:21 AM / Leave a comment
I am astound
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…
On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset
Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!
You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”
Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.
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September 27, 2021 8:25 PM / 1 Comment on On your sickbed
Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.
I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…
I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…
I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.
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September 5, 2021 10:25 PM / Leave a comment
Legends add bricks to the wall
But the game has the same ball
Seeking virtue, to do more
Than anyone has done before.
Ranging from the short and tall,
To the greatest of them all
They had a time they did fall
On dunes and muds, yes for sure!
Some shot blanks on empty nets
When the goal was put to test
Not until they conquered doubt
Did they begin to stand out
Like roots have had their own spot
To spread and grow till they rot
Records are to be surpassed;
Never be scared, you are next!
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September 3, 2021 8:08 AM / Leave a comment
There are people
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles
Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test
Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes
There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives
Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins
See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light
And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see
For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue
Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes
Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name
Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.
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A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
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August 18, 2021 1:22 AM / Leave a comment
Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower
I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem
Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night
All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter
She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay
One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.
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I have always felt, the ocean is deep
The skies are up and nothing can flip
I felt nothing can halt my wrath from wafting
Until little Hazel, came out stretching
Rare genes translated into a beautiful princess
Quenching volcanic eruption in the process
Smiling like the sun, penetrating with ease
Oh yes, I love her with every fiber of my being
And ever since she came into my world,
I became a child and a clown with a bond.
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July 4, 2021 12:52 PM / Leave a comment
Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.
Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.
People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?
Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…
On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.
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