Shuffling his feet
Banging doors and windows
Creaking his teeth

Stanley sat solemnly staring Sandra
His heart cloudy and stormy
What happened to the vow?

The matrimony defiled and *****
The smell of the bedding stings
The nose

The salt taste tasteless
Stanley made a vow
And that brought all the difference.

Written_by: Jacob Daniel Laari
©2020
TheGEniusPoet

I saw the marks of your tears printed paralyse
But I've come to clean these marks with paradise.
I heard your voice rippling and bouncing into my ears
With questions and expectations that forced out tears.

You're wondering who else will marry you?
You're wondering who else will make your sky blue?
You're wondering how you could make a strive?
You're wondering how you could make your life thrive?
You're wondering whether people see you as part of humans?
You're wondering whether people care to show you affections?

Do you know you're such the beautiful creature I ever found?
I adore you and love you as you're
I promised to make you a star in my cloud
I promised to change your dusk sky into blue
I will strive to create you a paradise.
People see you as disabled but I see you as strong as your name,
Just as I am your Jaakut, you're my Pookut.

You're not a mistake!
Appreciate yourself and smile over gifts of life.

Written_by: Jacob Daniel Laari
©8/05/2020
TheGEniusPoet

I grew from homes where fishes
Dwell in a pool of sand.
I grew from homes where trees
Cry for shades.
I grew from homes where mountains
Are shorter than rocks.
...from homes where dogs
Chew metals as bones.
Hm!

I will change the history:
They walked but I will run,
They drank from gourds but I will drink from
Lion's skull,
They fought with spears but I will fight with arrows,
They took the smooth path but I will follow
The rough path.

I will change the history;
For I know the moon moves slowly but by
Daybreak it crosses the sky,
And when a monkey learns to jump
From tree to tree, it never falls.

I will change the history,
.........change the history,
.......................the history,
.............................history.

Written_by: Jacob Daniel Laari
©5/04/2020
TheGEniusPoet

Flee from a dusty hillocks,
Cooing aloft in baleful skies,
Crouching along banks for sips,
Perching on lewd shrubs.

Not always season of banquet,
But season of dearth
When fields are gleaned,
Delving the ground with beak
For swallows left fields.
Deprived from reprieve of cold life.

Seeking to be caught in a cage
Of Magi;
That a gift will be lavished
To usher a reprieve.

                                  ©2020

Dawn comes to give rest to dusk,
Down the memory lane laid dreams still masked.

When I crane my neck and gaze my eyes into skies
I see pessimism falling like snow on our lands,
The future is vacuum and holds zilch.
The lands we live in needs dreamers not sleepers,
Dream isn't what is seen when sleeping,
Dream is what keeps the eye awake,
So keep eyes awake till sun rays peep through windows.

Hold the pen firmly, write till the land says well done,
Think of more strategies till the last breathe of the brain,

Dream has the power to empower and nourish our lands,
Saves the dying souls and inject hope into the hopeless,
Dream has the power to fill the future with optimisms.

Dream to unleash your lands from slavery.
  
    ©2019.