Anderson M

Anderson M Sep 2016

Truth’s a double edged sword
And true lies have a façade
For each occasion that’s mundane
Or otherwise and when peddled they’re mostly plain
Eliciting brouhaha meant to send mixed signals
Kind of “stones” hitting an “undisclosed” number of birds.
A crop of good fellows, politicians that is
Barely ever leave the populace at ease
Buttering them up with falsehoods, platitudes even half truths
And by virtue of being inherently over-excitable, these verbal missiles
From ‘slingshots’ cause strife, discord, discontent even apathy
In all manner of forms and so nationhood and integration atrophy.
Funny enough this happens from a seemingly divided
Front “truth” is there’s a common denominator, self-preservation and that’s farsighted.

line separating friend and foe in matters politics is blurred.Methinks it's actually non-existent.

Anderson M Jul 2016

Mademoiselle Margaery.

I’ve long since stopped articulating your beauty
In flashy luxuriant and tongue twisting superlatives
As my imagination’s been worn thin whilst your body’s symmetry
Is a stark constant mired in substantives.
There’s one thing though
That melts my hard line stance to desist
From understating your beauty, furrows
Fashioned as dimples on your cheeks that I can’t resist.
They’re screamingly distinctive
Demanding attention and reverence
No wonder they’re so addictive
Can’t keep my eyes off them and I’ve settled on humble acceptance
Of their hypnotic effect on me
Methinks I should just let them be.

Eccentric lily of the valley*

Anderson M Jun 2016

Lady in red.

Tongues of flame ravenously lick
Every inch of her and everything in contact
With her is lit aflame and maybe that’s quite impolitic
As it’s inconveniencing with a tendency to distract.
Well, as beings fidget and squirm in impassioned
Ecstasy she nonchalantly goes about her business
In slow haste completely indifferent to the ‘fashioned’
Whirlpool of raging emotion she’s stirred in acute finesse
Qualities that constitute an ensemble of a femme fatale
Most of her actions defy most established forms of rationale
And presumably, she could have gone through the rigmarole
Of dressing up she’s certain she’ll slay heart and soul
A splash of color and valor
And discretion’s sidelined, she glows with glamour.

With all this in mind wonder why grandma distastes red ‘clothing’.

Anderson M Apr 2016

Title of intellectual.

A cursory fleeting glance at the landscape
Of education especially as a means of escape
From the shackles of ignorance
Distinct variations lock horns in a perpetual dance.
Try formal and informal
Being schooled on what is good, bad and vital
For survival in the context of the home setting
Mama, papa, aunties uncles and sundry advising
Perpetually regardless of whether it’s heeded or not
Especially when it can be claimed one was out of earshot
And institutionalized education
A means for achieving civilization.
Parallel modes of enlightenment maybe serving one purpose
Or divergent purposes one ought to reflect and pause.

Find middle ground amidst these two and maybe one’s deserving of this title

Anderson M Apr 2016

When she parts her lips to speak.

Time stills and am instantaneously
Suspended in the aura of her awesomeness
And when she stops
I plummet unobstructedly
In the unforgiving and cruel ‘space’
Of awkwardness, how I hate these drops
Of punctuated silence
But somehow good fortune makes amends
And her lips curve softly and delicately
Into a smile so radiant it’s unmistakably
So effortless and full of class
Its apparent empty talk’s grossly superfluous
In the heat of the moment
We embrace easing the physical torment.

Anderson M Mar 2016

Of thrills, chills up in the hills.

Dawns and dusks inspire immense awe
Golden halos that barely have any flaw
Perched high up in hallowed sky
And for once everyone and everything’s small fry.
Tilling, digging, planting almost an everyday certainty
The very definition of survival in its entirety
This in spite of the biting cold
Nonetheless one ought to provide for one’s household.
On typical afternoons the sun radiantly smiles
And oh that’s to everyone’s chagrin and no wiles
Can convince this force of nature otherwise
And that’s a tough situation to rationalize.
Still folks find time to “exhale”
And still look forward to a heaven not hell.

Anderson M Jan 2016

Kiss under the mistletoe

Whilst standing on tip toe
I steal a peck on her cheek
Clutching her torso.