Elsie: Poems

Aug 2016 · 283

Elsie Aug 2016

i fear
my footsteps...what if i am followed
my shade...is it an ambush?
my fingerprints...stranger in my house

I just love the person i see in the mirrow now.

maybe i should get someone

Aug 2016 · 239

Less on...

Elsie Aug 2016

Less on...

a lonely heat of a silent winter night
a fight with my emotions
emotions that explore
habits that implore
Infinite intelligence
Physical world so difficult to understand
BUT
it is a LESSON
I learnt to love and pursue truth

Aug 2016 · 482

feast with a lonely soul

Elsie Aug 2016

feast with a lonely soul

eat me in darkness, in the light of a dying grass,of a lifeless blue sand,take me and make me beg for  a silent violent storm
throw me down  like a  bag of  angry nuts,humble in hot *** in a hot -white winter, chew me like a greedy lion  over  lamb of a creepy camp without lame excuses,grind my toungue,stroke  pull my friendly hair when my ******* are swollen
Have no mercy,keep it messy,to yourself and Shhh, i'll pay the bill and the pill
if you wanna  prune
if you  wanna sprout
I need a sound and a smell of A red rotten egg in a  hard shell
it smells good life and make me long for a ride
a ride in a village
where saints aint invited
wanna mess up with the devil
I see his marks,it sees my fading tatoo
smell the good taste of a begging soul
hit my lip, kiss a tik, make me smile
the village i wanna visit, all **** and ***** shirts,red wine
fine hardships ****** and swagger
mixed up in a laundry where my heart  sings with desire
mess it up  tear a little bit fear no messiah
no priest or a preacher
saint and a sin wear same shoe
make a berry wish i'll give you every dish
of a lonely naked girl in her balgy falling pants
mess it up roll it out and aim for hell

this is a feeling
i have owned for a second
longed for days
wished for months
it flashes my mind when my *** flushes kindness
whu a u to make it holy
who begs a preacher when a ride is evil
just around the corner
where my neighbour sees it better
i freak and beat the seat before the blindman sees im weak
someone to steal me, feast ON me,
till i disappear in that neat ****

Jul 2016 · 354

Finding my Wings

Elsie Jul 2016

Finding my Wings

I had those serendipitous moments
With self-confidence growing up was almost non-existant.
I doubted my abilities,had little faith in my potential
Survived serious injuries,hospitalized many times...who am i?
a noice of voice in my head...
whispered carelessly without choice
"if you could create your ideal life,what would you dare to dream
?"
I began to dream
i envisioned myself wearing a red business suit
i created a clear visual picture of my new success
i had a courage
{im}possible dream said im possible
i believed  my          (W)orth
i trusted my             (I)nsight
                                 (N)urtured myself
needed a                  (G)oal
devised a                  (S)trategy
a dream preceds the goal

i believe that all success begins with spreading your wings.

Jul 2016 · 399

emptiness

Elsie Jul 2016

emptiness

Nobody seemed to care
i chewed a bubble gum,a priest was preaching
i ate banana in a st'k'ng bathroom
i dried my hair whilst sweeming
silent latitudes
attitudes in multitudes
very lonely longitudes
monosylable answer

Too many treasures in life
so many pressures...

made me wonder if anyone cares

Jul 2016 · 298

daughters

Elsie Jul 2016

daughters

my life is an enjoyable ride because of you.

Jul 2016 · 267

Death

Elsie Jul 2016

Death

you can't live and me die
you can't leave me with the dead
I can't die and you live
oh death...just can't leave you live with the living

Die,die,die,die,die.
die death,and leave me to live my life

Jun 2016 · 225

P.O.E.T.I.C.A.L

Elsie Jun 2016

P.O.E.T.I.C.A.L

I won't cry if i can't spell.
I can't try to spell...

Burial
Denial
Fatal
crucial
Serial
Suicidal
Accidental
Prodigal

at lease i can spell poetical

Jun 2016 · 533

Pretty woman

Elsie Jun 2016

Pretty woman

Pretty Woman takes an effort
Pleading woman makes no error
Please woman don’t cause terror
Just make a dull sun bright

Ride in a red light to make it right
Hide out from a corner without light
Slide up the ladder without danger
Pretty woman sees light in a tunnel
She seeks a fine line to make it fine

Pretty woman, tell bitter  Betty to buy better butter
Pretty woman,tell no gray gay guy to sell a gun.
Look  at the moon and shoot, find the broom and the  book he took!
Light Fight in a pretty bright night without fright
will make a dull sun bright!

You are a star but not a scar
A hero not a zero
pretty woman takes no bribe
Ride with a  bride without pride.
Rise up woman and shine woman!
Try and fly high up ,
the sky is the limit.
Bloom like a rose Woman!
Power of a flower in a lime light
Higher,not lower
Just Make a dull sun bright.

poem dedicated to my amigos...ladies of Club 70,Eita!

Jun 2016 · 385

Fitting a shuu

Elsie Jun 2016

Fitting a shuu

Where is the light in the night?
Where is the lime light of the unfit?
How is the shadow of the fit casted and fitted to the unfit?

Who walks and talks with the disabled?
Why stalk?
Why crawl when you are abled?
Can I sit?
Can I fit?

Where amongst the abled do I feel?
Can I meet and greet the disabled?
Can I fit my feet?
Would you sleep,if I keep and feed the unfit for a week?
Do you weep and wipe off tears of fear?
Who hears my cries when my ear is broken?
Who sees  and  feeds  the sheep that wears  black wool?
Who makes money better,when  honey tastes bitter?
Where the heat goes when my seat is empty?

Who cares and stares at the stars
that share  a night in a rain?
Can you try and fly up the sky when everyone is bound and  sounds  wounded?
Are  you  able to see the geese and its bleeding  feet?
Who eat  flies with a sweet closed mouth?
Am I able to fit in the shoe?
Who circle the circles and squares  rounded by circles?
Who sheds  black and white tears but  fear grey bears?
Who draws the hearts of love in a hut of  law ?
Which attitude draws long  lines of  latitude over lonely  longitude?
Who is abled to replace  perfections that are misplaced by imperfections?
Which  angle tangles the angles of angels?

Can I fit?
Do I fit?
Am I  abled not disabled to fit in a shoe?
Who is able to fit ?

Jun 2016 · 226

So Confused

Elsie Jun 2016

So Confused

I see,i feel
I fear,i tear
I shine,i hide
I drink,i shrink
I stare, i share
I've shown,i drown
I take, i make
I sleep,i keep,i shall,i will.
I see a sad sunshine
i fear to drink it's tear
i've shown the feeling of drowning,as i stare and care
Take me and make me,keep me sleeping and willing.
Love me and give a dove it's fate
Come and forgive a glove of hate.

I hear the sound of the gun
I gear up to the cloud and run
I hear silence,i fear violence
The slaughter and laughter scare and share a feeling,
Silence of familiar attitude
Violence of similar magnitude,make me long for longitude and latitude
i hear i fear i tear,i stare and i stare and i share,i care...but am not scared.

Jun 2016 · 317

If You die...

Elsie Jun 2016

If You die...

I can't lie i will die
I surely will die a purely fatal death!
Neither will i breathe nor heal but will feel the heat of a friendly cheating death!
I can't lie,i shall lie in a shallow grave with my brave man.
I can't see the frightening light of the bright night.
the stars can't fold my old bleeding scars
None so sure,can give a love so pure,in a creamy glove
None with a mind so fair can cure the torture of a low blowing wind.
if you die,the fine lines will lead me to the dead,
when i dine alone,the wine can't brew
Can't greet the street sweeper
The sun won't shine,the moon,cant'smile,nomore
No geese will lay eggs,that's fine
I will rather, choose to lose my life,coz i am your wife.

dedidated to my husband,Martin Montoedi,who got sick,and i got scared...so scared of losing him.Thank You God,he has recovered.

Jun 2016 · 303

Just a f`ling

Elsie Jun 2016

Just a f`ling

Was it a hard drop of a rain?
Was it a troop in a train?I heard a sound that make me fear it's sound,i wished i was deaf.
Where is my brother?Where is my friend?
I saw his shoe,a foe-by law took his young life
Thought it was host of a 12 year old,
Not a ghost of 16 June 1976.
A brave man carried him that my hearts pounds for,
A grave so greedy can't wait to swallow
Oh how i long i was blind!
I ran to places to see his face
Hit a bloodstained phase and a case
So silent amongst the violent
So bold to join the old
Oh pitiless death,he was just a teen
Uniformed killer swears like an informer
He kicks and beats and shoots
a hand that kills and spills blood of fear
Tear the land that fills the pools of fate.
Lame excuses without choices
No pill for the floods of hate
I still praise the hands that carried my bleeding brother
Who still can trace the land hiding him?
16 June,you make me long for the two men
Side by side we ran for our lives.
Where do broken hearts go?

a heart of a man must change a beat.All the past belong to the past.

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