Lifeless, still,
Different faces, different races,
Same old, same old,
Round and round,
Into the ground,
Still lifeless,
Still conscious-less.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
**** plunging short black dress,
Maroon lipstick, just so,
Perfume sprayed
Just a hint here, here and also here,
Clutching the purse
she steps out;
Entrapment laid.
There he awaits,
blinded by beauty and lust,
not aware
the trap has been set.
A light brush of cheeks,
perfume inhaled deeply,
Smitten, trapped.
Coyly smiling,
this is too easy, she thinks.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Death beckons us all
It is like change
Always present
Always a little frightening
Sometimes sad
A little threatening
Whomever you think your Maker is
Death will direct your soul to him/her/it
Whether you think you ascend to the heavens or
Become nutrient for trees
Each abiding just waiting
Life a living
Too much to bear
Too little sometimes
Through it all, I’ll hold your hand
I’ll be there
I’ll hold your hand
I’ll hold your hand
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
It used to be that Ramadan was a month of fasting, prayer and contemplation
Of those who don’t have enough not just for a day but for a lifetime;
Now, it appears Ramadan is a month of feasting and shopping
And extravagance and lavish spending!
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Oh Lord, show me your love they speak of that flows like lava down an erupted mountain
Oh Lord, speak to me with your voice so tender that silences the Leviathan
Oh Lord, who calms rough seas and opens up paths across oceans
Won’t you speak now so I can know?
That voice that trembles the enemy
That voice that shakes the earth’s core
That voice that moves rugged mountains
Speak, so I can be moved too!
................................................
The thunder raged,
The skies poured down rain,
Oh, hush elements!
Can’t you see I’m trying to hear the Lord speak?!
The flowers sprung after the fresh rainfall covered the earth,
The grass swayed in the wind and flew far and wide,
The butterflies fluttered about and the birds started to sing,
I could not hear my Lord.
Why so silent? Always silent!
Go on, speak to me with your voice so I have to cover my mouth like Job and hush
Go on, Speak!
The rain drizzled,
This time slowly washing off the filth from the windscreen
Not realizing the plank in my eye and the clot in my ear,
I refused to get rid of....
Oh Lord! Speak to me!
Still I shouted and whined like a baby without its bottle...
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
My sister my all
You have risen
Even though
Many times you fell
Like night begets day
You shine for all
With your beloved beside you
Your mission you recall
Though impossible it appeared at times
You labored on
You conquered all
Now stand you proud and tall
With the cap on your head
Another feather to behold
You smile and welcome it all
My sister my all
Though far be us all
We gladly applaud your achievement and all
One mountain down
Many more to come
Rest for a while and let the feeling linger
You did it
You did it all!
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
I browse the poems on Hello Poetry
and chance upon yours,
It shakes me to my core,
Like it was written by me, for me.
My thoughts you spread out on display,
My miseries, you named them.
How did you know?
How could you have known?
The blood shed was wiped clean,
The bruises, camouflaged accordingly.
But here, staring at me,
were details of my life,
Penned by a seemingly unknowing entity.
Inclined to turn away,
I quickly close the page,
Goodbye Poet,
Goodbye Poetry!
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
It’s always Monday here with the hustle and bustle of the boisterous marketplace,
Negotiations carried out over loudspeakers and hailers,
It’s never without a fight.
It’s always Monday here with the cries of half-dead swans and suffocating dolphins,
Collateral damage is a word used loosely,
Now that the main guy is here.
Last night was a good night, befitting a Sunday’s catch,
Rest is only for the lost and lonely on a lovely Sunday night.
They brought them in, lined up in rows of ten,
Nothing on but a white singlet and pretty underpants.
They cowered in fright and tried to huddle,
The whips flew as freely as the flies that came to meddle.
It was not long till your turn came
Pretty as a rosebud
One man claimed
Smooth as a rose’s petal
Another one gleamed.
It was all too real for you and you fell dead, in silence
It’s always Monday here, someone said,
She was so pretty...
As they carried you on their back
to dump you in the truck
to throw away the body
just outside the city.
It’s always Monday here, said the man shaking his head,
as he went to the playground to fish
for another haul of fresh blood and good meat!
It’s always Monday here...
Someone said...
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Poet by night, body embalmer by day,
Sealing the wounds,
Pulling the skin behind the ear, just so,
Perfect; nipped and tucked just right.
Poet by night,
Your vocation, I envy not,
When toes are tagged,
and you take over,
Masterpieces are created,
Each a wonder.
You stand back and stare
At your work divine
Master craftsman at work
“Please do not disturb!”
Still only a poet by night,
By and large, a creator by day!
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
"You think you know me,
Think again,
I Am waiting."
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC