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 Nov 2016 brian odongo
Ju Clear
I ve banned tec from our table
Tec is the terrorist in town
I ve banned tec from the bedroom
Tec is numbing us
Interacting is not cool
Interfacing is what's happening
I neck the new illness
Talking face to face
Is old school
Back in the day
When hanging out on walls
At the phone box
Now people go no where
Snap chatting what's it app app app
Instasham
Face ache
Phwww
It's all too much for me
Overloads pointless
tec is taking over
Observations of my teenagers .
One of these days I'll become a Jay
I'll bathe in Port Lake everyday
I'll command the fencerow with early morning
original song
Feed on blackberries and pine nuts the whole
day long
I'll nap in Live Oaks whenever I wish
I'll turn Crape Myrtles into my evening niche* ...
Copyright November 28 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
in this pasture,
one hundred days past,
scores cheered as the current coursed
through Bundy's body

this evening, I am here,
solitaire, except for my *****,
the cattle, and the fireflies sprinkled
against the night

my spaniel nips
at the flies, but they are quick,
eluding her jaws to perform
a brilliant alchemy again

amidst this spectacle,
cows chew their cud, unperturbed, unaware
it seems, magical lightning comes without
thunder from these creatures

the bovines don't scatter
as I walk among them--perhaps they’ve forgotten
those revelers here on a crisp winter night, eager
to celebrate an extinguishing of light
Serial killer Ted Bundy was executed in Florida in January, 1989. Across the road from the prison was a cow pasture where hundreds celebrated during and immediately following his electrocution.
I'm trying hard to keep faith to hang on to push through
But everyday I reach my limit a minute earlier than the one before
How can I hold on with no grip? How can I push through with no strength
Fortitude is disappearing and grievance leads way
What am I here for?
None can be revealed?
Not even the slightest of bits
So I can resist going out of my wits
I want to claw my skin away to shed it
Even if that leaves me permanently reddened
Anything to get away
If only for a moment
I wish, I wish
Upon a star
To bring my dreams
From afar

It glinting
Up in the sky
Oh how I wish
I would never cry

I can’t lose her
I must gain him
Without them
I am without a limb

Please, please
Let my wishes come true
I will repay you with
Anything I can do
Did you think I was going to fall in love with you just like that?
That's right
I just snapped my finger in your face
You need so much more than your pretty face
So what if I stared at you for a bit
Do you have anything to add to that?
I'm not talking about make-up
I'm not talking about playing hard to get
I'm not talking about thinking about making me feel lucky
You need to feel lucky
Have you ever?
You should try it sometime
You might learn something about yourself
And the world around you
Here in my mind
I see the world
Coloured in shades of red
The colour that paints my love

I see the sky
Crimson and clear
With brightly burning sun
That warms the air around us

The sea is pink
A pool of love
Bottomless in its depth
Made for lovers to drown in

Ruby mountains
Valleys of jewels
Yet none will ever hold
The value of your love

The trees are red
Yet still they grow
Just like a fertile heart
They reach as high as they can

This is my dream
My scene for us
For red is the colour
Of passion and desire

And that - with love
Is how I feel
About you - only one
Please feel the colours I see.


An early poem of mine when I wrote 4,4,6,7.
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