Flipping through a bundle
of identical sheets
I realise there is no difference between us

I, like the sheets
Hover the earth with no specific goal
Waiting for someone to scribble
an endorsement

But no-one comes
Because I am the paper and the ink
My experiences are my art
freely given materials

With which to bless,  beautify and build

All my life
As a little growing lass
He tended, watched me,
Scolded and praised

He toiled,
Thought,
Fought
And succeeded
To rear me
Like the cub
Of a lion,
Brave,
Fearless
And expectant

Like the little
Dove; pure
Gentle
And blameless

Like the cat:
Playful,
Curious
And inquisitive.
He is my father,
And I was groomed
In his shadow

Birds dyed in neon colours tweet
Enchanting tunes
As if they attempt to invoke
Morning's presence.

In the near-night morning

When the sun

Battling timidity

Avoided approaching the skies.

When birds laid slain with sleep

When the day

Had of late, been begotten

And laid suckling in the rocking ***** of time.

Upon an insomnia-provoked thought I pondered.



Wondering what the age of the sun might be.

Delved into some critical reasoning here.

Danced to the beats of deep philosophizing there.

Borrowing Plato's cloak....





The sun

Impregnated with heat

She sprays the earth with good shining.

Negotiating with darkness

She innovates light.

She constantly radiates a golden smile.

NO WRINKLES IN HER EYES, LIE!



Alas! Alas!

My thoughts procreated futility.

We may never know the age of the sun.

Saiĺing in life's boat
Tides rising high, shall you ride
Or dive in water?

Night flees in darkness,
     day sleeps. Now knocks on my door
             shall I say "come in?"

She turns her compass

at her wish



Joyful or sad

pleased or mad



She inches  or flees

regardless.

The dandelion sends off its seeds, hoping they'll land on the moon.

I too look up with hope in my heart, though I taste the sour cream of defeat on my tongue and my skin is scarred, thanks to my experiences.

I hear a voice whisper "The brutal winds shall tarnish all of your efforts" Deep down within me, I feel convinced that I shall still give it a try.

The field, which was once gold and brown, littered with dead leaves, is occupied by fresh green grasses.

They are so green and bursting with hope. Then the most convincing smell of victory approaches my nose.

I sniff it in, I am consoled when I see that the dandelion sends off its seeds, hoping they'll land on the moon.

My fingers triggered me to write. 

My hands were not ready, they took to flight.

My pen walked over to my paper and in rebellion, the duo walked away hand in hand.

I blinked and blinked in disbelief

Probably these blinding lights 

Did the trick.

Unsure I was about it all.

Yet when I searched and searched 

I realized they were gone.

The path seemed

endless on my journey

to realization.

Halfway there a storm

confronted me

with a shove for a hello.

I leap into the future.

Worries swarm about my mind
Like angry bees about a hive

Buzzing, hungry for fury
My heart jitters in doubt

History revives its might
resilient it becomes. Resilient.

Weeping willows wail, wondering why winter walked away without wanting to wave goodbye.



Wintry winds and wild whispers weave their wishes in wantoness. While I watch warmth wrap my wrist and well-built waist.



Warm, warm, waveless waters.

Whist, windless wornout weather wins.

Trigger warningVery disturbing
Dear sir, I write to you at a time when
Bloodshed has become a trending hashtag.
When genocide is another word for good morning.
When a mosquito bite has resulted in a bird flu
and the bird owner has been quarantined.
"The bird should be discarded" you decree.
On its wings it conveyed passion, ideas and businesses.
A confidant, a pillar it has become.
A pillar of support no government parastatal offered.
I write that you reconsider for from my little knowledge, no one can cage a bird.
It is meant for the skies so let it fly.
Yours faithfully, a very lazy youth.


@poeticifi

I sit upon my throne of pain, to my left and right are precious stones of gold, silver and diamond sparkling challenges in my direction.My crown of agony sits majestically on my head.I wear it with pride. For what makes a queen, roses or thorns?

Hymns of chaos are all my vocal chords sang, while the blissful sun approached the morning. All I could feel was ebbing darkness, fading away and carting my hope away with it oh hymns of chaos, sung in sweet harmony ! How your notes blend with the climate of my melancholy!

Why should I
Hold on to pains
And failures of the past?
Am I not mama nature's own?
Even trees in the fall
Let go of their leaves
For come spring,
Anew chapter shall begin.

My days!!
Whose eyes are on duty
At this ungodly hour?
Surely,
None but mine.
Who then shall watch me
Dance to the tune
Of beautiful INSOMIA?
Oh sweet disease!
I threw it's pills
Consented to its thrills
For diamond moments like this.



Yes fam.
Why shall I dose on pills
When mother earth is pregnant
With burdens?
Shall I not dwell
On it's thrills
Exploring my allowances?
INSOMIA
How I worship
The magnificent repercussions
Of your presence!



For I,
Mute of words
As my tongue fell asleep.
Fingers crave.
Mind tortured, matyred for words.
My pen releases ink,
Innovating a remdesivir
To cure the world
Of the pandemic burdens
Of hate, segregation and violence.

Morning has arrived
Radiating pretty colours
Another day
Explored indoors.

Poking my head
Outside my window
I behold birds whistling with glee,
Free.

Why must I be restrained
To the patios
And windows? Where is Ekab,
My friend who lives next door?

Shuffling off
In a sigh I headed out of my
Room. Mom I heard a'sobbing
In quiet muffles. She whispered to dad.


"Back then as a kid
When life was simple and washing hands was mere hygiene. The only Corona I knew was the car mom drove'

Sometimes
We need no pills
To heal.



Sometimes
Therapy
Is no remedy still.



Sometimes
Nothing can mend
A broken heart like WORDS.

Darkness
Nature's first
Born. Covering the
Skies, concealing deeds.
Cleansing the environs for the mornings while,
Casting upon us the sweet
Slumbering spell.



Darkness
A friend to
The stars.
The house of the moon.
Shielding us from
The rat-race-syndromed world.
Sentencing our minds a wandering in Dreamland,
As she nights away.

Poetry
Releases me
From my world
Of warmth. From the
Edges of the environs.



Do
Not worry about
It being safe. For my lover
Has my back.



Caressing
Ideas into
My head. She whispers.



She
Is my
Cosy cloak
My warm milk,
While the emotions of
My heart spits 'chilly' like the
Climate of  Winter fell.



She
Is my
Three-eyed raven.
I am her Brian-the-broken
Even in the darkest of nights
She illuminates upon my pain.



She is poetry.
The food I feast on.
The liquid which I gulp.

Prayers from
The book of kindness.
Supplications
Made in stillness.

Thankful
For the life I have
Come to know.
The knowledge,
Which now I possess.
With a gladsome heart,
I shall process.
When the dark days are not yet fallen
upon me.



While my heart
Stays alert.
While my deeds
Regard change.
While the definitive factor of time,
Remains

By my side.
Now shall I bask
Now shall I furiously
Embark on the struggle.
Calling the powers
Which be. The guardians of the universe.
Of our very sphere called earth.



Requesting their blessings.
Demanding their favours.
Accepting their mysteries.
Admiring their beauties.
Upon these positives,
I shall dwell.
Till my prayers
Receive a response
And my atrium
Dwells in satisfaction.

I shall saunter
on and on
upon this road,
alone,
without you.



Your presence
I yearned for,
in past times when ideas were scarce.
Like a lion,
will patrol about its cubs.



Like a giraffe
would her baby spank, to life
with a few loving kicks.
I craved,
that you nurse me....



To believe
in the possibility of my dreams....
Yet I called out to you
and darkness responded.



You haunted me in my fear's shadows.
You tormented me
without relent
in my loneliness.



You scorned my every move
to excel.
Persisting
in maintaining 'miserable'
in my existence.



I stopped to conquer,
now at my feet you lay...
Pleading
on bended knees,
bound in the fetters
of a deadly plague.

Life
These days
She combines for
Me, more in number
Than ever I reason may
Be. Of melancholy she sends
A sincere gift. While I deal with
The endless drought.Emanating from
beautiful challenges, a proof of my existence.



Joys
They brush
In a while, later
Their crannies are void.
Choked with vacuum. I bask in
The uniqueness of my tomorrow. Then
Hope hugs me. She embarrasses  me with endless suspense. Whispering like never  
Before. Seducing me like an icy-cold ice-cream.





Nearly
Melting away
In the sun's
Merciless  heat. Praying to
Be savoured on the tongue.
My tongue, precisely. Sooner
Than I may conciously realize. Like
A mirage they all voyage into extinction.





I gasp
In astonishment
As sluggishly I clad
Myself with hope when all
Seen may be supposedly washed away.

The
Old man
Sits overflowing with
Mercy. Little of which for
Himself  he reserves. Wrinkled to the
Point of his unbelief. For he  reminisces
Upon the days when he knees jutted out,
So gracefully they sensed no aches and Creaks. A sensational torture for him These days, which might be till his eyes He shuts in darkness.



Upon
A ponder he
Recalls his memory
Serving him so vividly.



When
Nature's breeze
Was the air
He spoke. His hands
Moved, so pumped with speed.
Spurned round and round in the
Tremendous heat. Showing off strength, Speaking of it in ounces.
Bullying  with his words, swindling with his deeds.
Smiles of triumph brush his lips.



'Contemptuos satisfaction'
Screams his lips.
Belittling all around him.
His streak it remained, despite the
Years rolling relentlessly by.Now sealed Permanently in a smirk of regret, as his Sun gradually oranged from the it's Golden rays. Smokeyblue it became.
With a bundle of  shadows bubbling all around.



Left
With no
Friends, lonely with
Echoes. Echoes of emptiness.
Shame. Like an empty shell with its
Occupants lost. Never to be found. Was  it worth it?  Wonders he. All those years
Of  painting sincere pain. Bitter-sour
Scenes on the heroic stage of cruelty.



Was
It worth it?
There he sits, his
Thoughts wandering,lost.....

I am mother.
My fingers must burn
so you will not go hungry.
I am mother.
I deny myself sleep
for your comfort.
I am mother.
I endanger myself that
you may be protected.
I am mother.
My voice must be heard
So you shall learn discipline.
I am mother.
My body must be hurt
that I might bear you.

Once we encountered

a planet's weather.

The atmosphere's air

as light as a feather.

I would ****

to relate my ordeal.

Yet I wondered

'how shall I commence?'

For her story is a big deal.

Hope

could not smear her streaks on

us there.

Determination

was lost in the dark shadows.

Uncertainty

were our bright shinning stars.

Fear, the pillow underneath our heads.

A shattered heart
no longer broken.
A torn conscience
no longer lost.
A tormented mind
no longer conquered.
A depressed being
no longer shaken
by emotions' digression.
A defeated being
no longer vanquished.
Activated mode: evolution.

Dry up your tears
my little friend.
To whom the
name is given:clumpsy.
That word which made you
feel out of place,
regarded
and of low regard.


That word they spoke,
as though
a plague had come
upon you.
Good radiance
to the ones who called you
clumpsy,
for they are not worth
the tears.


They
For if everyone
was ' a swift' or 'smart'
tell me,
what shall this world be?


It is the slow
and the steady, the clumpsy
with wisdom to whom,
the earth pays her dues.

To him who has made
mockery
of my existence his routine,
I say thank you.

To him who has scorned
my dreams,
relegating her to the very foundations mother earth,I say thank you.

To him who has derived pleasure
posing a living blockade, in my way.
An everlasting thorn in my skin, an ache in my heart. Mày you be  enriched.

For the blessings,
measures of wisdom
and experience you have procured for me, I thank you.

You posed a barrier,
yet you are a stepping stone.
You created a hedge,  it is my wall of challenges, now. A distraction, which has set new focus. I thank you.

Anger
I am not here to pay homage.
I am here to bid thee
farewell.



For  an eternity
I have been your slave.
Dwelling patiently and submissively
In your custody.



All my profiting
From you are more anger and hate.
My heart hangs there,
In the world's angry bait.



I am choked with reason
Intoxicated with decisions.
To paint the world in bright colours,
So I begin, as I bid you farewell.

The wind whispered
I whispered back.
In that moment,
The ignorant little birdie strode by.
Tweeting  it's concerns
about my health
and it's essence,
while I basked in another world
innovated by the wind and
I - Humind.

Keep
Your lungs of courage
Open.
Breathe easy the air of hope.
Life
Is be.you.ti.ful.
Hope
Is our only
Living.

Help!
Please I
Cannot breathe the
Smoke of  brutality chokes my
Lungs!


Help!
Please I
Cannot breathe the
Stench of hate is
Overwhelming!


Help!
Please I
Cannot breathe the
Teargas of veto power is
Choking me out!


Help!
Please I
Cannot breathe, l
Presume I was human
Yet I gasp for the
Breathe of human empathy.

You
Is the
Short form of
You.nique.

Ode to time!
Her royal cunning...
Planting seeds of her abundance in our hearts.
With her cooing whispers as that of an infant.
Sweetly engaging us in a lazy conversation
persuading us to delve into the path of procastination.
She mocks at our simplicity.
While she mounts her chariot and rides away.

Ode to time!
Her royal sauciness.
Her disregard cuts through boundaries.
From Lords to the lowly.
With no strain of consideration, she rides.
Not perturbed about
the slim chances
which last between waste and conservation.
Hissing at our ignorance
exploiting our regrets.

Ode to time!
Her royal disease.
And shall we not all be plagued?
This mortal body,
we all shall submit
young and old alike
shall drink of the same cup.
The elderly and youthful shall dance
to the
sovereign bidding of time.

An artist I am
My fingers? My paint brush
My words? My pictures.
My emotions? My colours.
My mind? My easel.
The world? My canvas.
I paint the world
In colours I deem fit.
I paint the world in colours that scream 'ME!'

Tomorrow's beautiful plains
are difficult
to behold,
from behind shrubs of fear,
growing by streams
in the valley of doubt.

Her glory
may never be felt
by those
who glory,
in emptiness,
recklessness
and defeat.

Music might be
poetry,
sung in grief,
in joy,
in sonorous voices.
With high pitches,
and tones.
Leaping much too deep.
A loud and clear,
periodically wordless tone.
A music piece
might be a love note,
with pure emotions
running deep.

A piercing of life's purity.
Of trust's transformation
into pitiful betrayal.

Dirge's death tune.
An ode, a praise song.
An elegy,
with instruments finely shaped.
The result of an innovative
craftsman's energy.

Sunshine
she scatters shimmery splashes
Surrounding Sally's street.
Submerging submissive skies
Swinging slowly
Sluggishing,
Sauntering softly.
Sweeping soft swimming skies south.
Spraying sparkling sprinkles
Shinning splashing springs. Spreading sunshine's shimmery sparkles.


Similarly,
Sing-song sparrows sway, singing sonorously, sky-bound.

Sunshine
She swings, spluttering shinny splashes
Showering sweet solemn shades.
Suntanning skies
Suntanning seas
Suntanning streams
Suntanning species
Surrounding survival space.
Suntanning Sally's supple skin.
Sally stares, squinting.
Sunshine strikes.


Sally stays star-struck. Speechless, sober Sally slides.
Sweetly savouring sunshine's shrewd styles.
Swallowing some sunshine sparkles.

Sunshine,
She swims
Spreading sparkles solemnly.
Sally sees. Sally  sighs.
Sally's street saw students scream sweet songs.
Sally's street served sweet shopping sprees. Since suddenly Sally's street screamed silence.

'Stay safe' Sally's screen suggests
Sally strolls sadly
Shaking solemnly.
Sauntering sheepishly,
'staying safe' Sally's shopkeeper's sister salutes, smiling sardonically.
Silence suddenly screams sacred scaries.
Sickness stole Sally's street.
Silence swallowed sweet songs students sang.

Shredding sanity.
Shaming sweet surrounding state.
Sickness seduced stress.
Stress succumbed.
Seducing several sins.
Shattering
Shaming
Stabbing
Slaughtering sanity.
Sad Sally sneaks,
Sitting, sipping snail soup.
Softly sobbing
Sorrowfully singing.

Normalcy.
My intimate friend,
a companion I  have never met.
I bet I shall love and cherish your fragrance,
the very essence
of your existence.

Normalcy.
My passionate guide,
a consultant I have never had.
My guts tell me
I shall adore your aura.
The overwhelming tranquility,
of your ability.

Normalcy
My dream oxygen,
an air I have never breathe.
You shall be
the colour of my skin.
Your everlasting beauty shall radiate
upon my everything.

When the storms of life
are increased upon you.
When it seems you can no longer
control the tides.
Grab on to courage.
Hold focus tight. Let determination be your guide.
Paddle on...
Dive in , with your boat.
Ride upon your storms
and contend with them.
Enjoy the agonies.
Pains and miseries.
Soon you shall be free,
for no storm
can drown
the sun.
One day, she must rise!

Dark clouds may read gloom

Yet they give the skies

Another hue.

I have sauntered quite a distance
from the known to unknown lands.
I trodded past the steams
and skidded past the rivers.
Children singing and clapping,
women gisting through their washing.


Then blows the wind of tension,
then all becomes faint.
Like the world has
come to a halt.

One road becomes multiple,
then two in opposite directions...
And there I stand in the centre,
looking  to the left and right,
wandering,
which way to go.

These grim moments,
reoccurring  untowardly.
Thoughts take turns in my head.
Like a whirlwind,
entrapping every atom of joy'
in its enclave.

Void depression,
Steal these priceless gems away.
I scoff at my foolishness,
and sometimes at my existence.
Longing,
reaching out to a raging storm,
to wipe out every thought.
To set my captivated soul
free.


All,
yes,
all must depart.
For their roots scream evil.
Some sinister,
others negative,
dark.
None shall I retain,
no one.
For like a riptide,
they reach out to swallow me,
into non-existence.
For their sakes,
I dwell in  this world, entrapped.
As though my sorrows may never dry.
As one with whom troubles, have been assigned to reside.
Like my sun might never rise.
Like the moon,
stealing over the sun's shine,
has left my hands, paralyzed with depression.

A void nothingness.
Enthusiasm, has been  pointed out,
a culprit,
to the dwellers of my heart.
Nothingness,
empty nothingness.
Sadness,
free of weightiness.

You need no skies to shine
For I am skies
Enough.
You need no light.
Earth gazes upon you bright
Smiles.
How bright they are
The sun rays are
Diminished.
Hence
These cloudy skies,
For the  sun in anguish
Has gone to hide.
Her bossom
Is emptied
Of her pride.

He watches
Relentlessly,
Incessantly,
As through my mouth
Substance flows out.
Making way through my ears
And nose too.

'Oh my what shall I do to help?'
He calls out,
Scurrying to my aid.
"Do nothing'I plead
Just watch me bleed.
Let me bleed
These words and emotions away"

I look forward
To holding you
In warm embrace
Inhaling the seductive fragrance
Of your supple baby-like skin.
To heed the controversial drumming
Of the heartbeats.
Diverting in their separate musical rythm
The wind hesitates not
To caress the tips of the hair
On our skin.
'These two are a happy lot'
The sun shall say,
Showering upon us
Happy rays.
A golden goodness of warmth
Another day of stillness
Meddling in sweet  romance.

My smile
Once lost her beam.
To vices , the vicious and vile.
Her crown
Fell down
At once,to drown

Deep in the ocean blue
My lips expelled
Dangers and woes.
My heart
Like my face spelt 'red'.
Words weighed void, equating emptiness.

Darkness
Darkened darkness.
Wars
Rumoured wars
Could not revive her.
Lost in the dust...

My smile
Had no chance of survival
Till I rose
To praise the beauty
Of the morning sun.
It's scattered reflection on and on.

To see
The wetness underneath my feet
An evidence
Of the rain being
Blessings from
A planet of many waters.

To hear
The sweet tweeting
Of little birds.
To see the  wind swaying the heads of the trees
The beautiful petals of  an emerging flower.

To behold
The fluffy royals
Floating in the skies.
The gorgeous setting
Of the morning
Into noon.

Then my crown
Resurrected
Banished, from the bottom
Of the sea.
Re-coronating my smile
No longer exiled to drown.