Ali Mayo

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Frosted windows hide
clipped time tells
bells ring alarms
nurturing minds roll

secure zones infringed
needless insults hurled
caution held in detention
gleaming steel sullied
silence, the loudest sound
no more innocence
blood on the playground...

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Enough

I will not look to the East for your coming,
I will not search the ground for your trace,
I will not gaze at the stars and wonder,
When next I will feel your embrace.

I will not turn my back on the sinking sun,
I will not listen upon the scathing wind,
I will no longer imagine your sweet tongue,
My yearning has wearied and thinned.

I will shut my ears to your melody,
I will cram all thoughts from my head,
I will cast my heart upon the surging tide,
And pray that soon, I'll be dead.

For I know that in this lifetime, I'll not find you,
Though I searched this Earth, both far and wide,
So I dream of a future embodiment,
With you quintessentially by my side.

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Ghost

You crept into my mind
when I wasn't looking
you dashed across my Big Screen
to catch my attention
you lurked in my shadows
scaring the wits out of me
yet, when I turned to face you
the emptiness swallowed me

You pulsated through my veins
only to ooze away through my pores
you drifted in to my personal space
and dissipated into the ether
you stroked my aural rainbow
then left before I could reciprocate
yet, when I tried to catch up with you
the emptiness swallowed me

Your fingers run provocatively over my skin
leaving nothing but goose-flesh
your voice whispers in my dreams
hinting at your all-embracing presence
my cheeks burn with the lightness of your kiss
as the hairs on my neck rise
yet, the more I try to reach you
only the emptiness swallows me

I WILL take matters into my own hands
you will tantalise me no more.....
no more will you creep or drift
into the peripheries of my existence!
For I am coming to meet you face to face...
tis only fleeting this bittersweet taste
no longer elusive...
I swallow the emptiness!

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Longing

My soul roams free over your blistering plateaux
And yet I cannot reach you
I cry for dusty, desolate roads...
Reach back.....I beseech you!

I yearn for your bewildering sea breezes
Your mountains tug my heart
Fascinated as the Protea sneezes
Fynbos, vineyards, donkey cart.

These memories embedded are my torture
I writhe within my pain
Berg winds, sand and sun that'll scorch you
I pray for my obsession to wane.

It's not the people that I miss
Their ****** violence will only defile
Your pulse, your rhythm and oh...your kiss
'Oh Africa!' ..........cries this exile.

Your virus has penetrated veins
My heart and brain conflicted
Your dreaming time remains
Forever, my soul addicted!

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Setting Sail

Let me push the ship out
For deep, dark waters await
Adventure may just be beginning
Or a morbid, watery fate.

Let me cut the mooring ropes
Allow me to freely drift
Into raging, turbulent swells
Or gently, wallowing lift.

Let me weigh the anchor
Leave the sanctuary of the bay
The unknown lies before me
To face....come what may.

Let me take on ferocious oceans
Let me face ruthless seas
Let me throw my creativity
Before those, who are hard to please.
Let me take my chances
Let my focus never drop
The Siren of Failure may lure me
But my Muse will never stop!

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

The Poet's Lurgy!

Mucous trickling down my nose
Ice crystals forming twixt my toes
Mind juggling with full-blown prose
What a way to go?

Bronchial valves erupt from deep
Eyes blurring from lack of sleep
Insidious thoughts continue to creep
What a way to go?

Sinus passages gurgling to drain
Phlegmatic vocal chords taking the strain
Cranial neurons humming a refrain
What a way to go?

Ali Mayo Aug 2014

Poet's Block!

What to do when the words won't come?
I rack my brains and I **** my thumb!
I wrestle with meters that make no sense.
My jumbled grey matter can be so dense!
I tap my pencil and wrinkle my nose...
Why can't I work out this ******* prose?
My mind boggles, my eyes go skew-whiff
My words are slurred, my verse ....too stiff!

I need my poetry to gently flow
Like a softly, swelling breeze...
To wrap itself around the heart
To capture and to tease...
the listener into wanting more
of this tender, undulating verse.
Until then, I'll have a tantrum
And rant and rave and **curse!