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 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
She loved the place ,
She approached the dais,
Went on her knees,
the Lord to appease,

Old angels graffiti on walls,
Burning Candles ,
Sweet smelling incense,
Mama prayed,

She wanted success,
She prayed for peace,
We were such a mess,
But she lit up on her face,

Days on end,
Incantations would never end,
Hailing God,
Our lives to amend

Mama please...
How long?
'A day will come...
we will be alright'
She prayed for long,

Images staring in benevolence,
Faces with same old expressions ;
mosaic long beards
candles burning yellow

No miraculous quails
she prayed for days
"Arent you tired of this?"
But she lit up on her face...

Like she knew something i didn't
Maybe she had made a covenant
She was just exuberant

she spent each day like lent,
We didnt afford rent,
we were worth few cents,
So friends just went-

away from a lonely believer,
With a God of many followers,
None wanted borrowers,
Mysery for us,

From 9th to 1st,
None would fast,
But she loved and cared for us,
Every night she would say
'A day will come,'

Days and years went by,
Many struggles we lived by,
devil courting day by day,
Offering alot for souls to buy,

      'Stick to your faith'
        'Tell  the truth'
         'place God fast'
          She taught,

Underneath the trees,
As i watched the skys,
In those drought days,
I spotted  feathery clouds,

Light showers,
To storms and hails ,
Of everything she had prayed for,
Came down,

He answered,
The prayers of Mama
Mama's prayers got us going.She never quit.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
Hello i am poetry
I want to feel your souls
and touch your hearts with passionate words

I am your every desire
I inspire hearts
With words
I want to build up hope

I want to use the power of words
To share happiness
I am the Voyage for your minds
to take you to your promised land

A journey to the past if you want
Give you the best of the present
and also a glimpse of the future

I will make you share in the glory of legends
The power of gods
And the happiness of birds

Fly with me
If you appreciate me
I will come into your heart
And fill it with bliss

Until my last stanza  granting your wish
a kind of peace and
elegance you will crave for

When i put the last mark
On my last line
many still come in my family line
I just never die

Hello I am poetry
If you need escape
Just call my line
I have something for everyone
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
sleep
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
You lovely intruder
You come padding softly
halting all operations
With your soft whispers
to follow you

To follow you to where you take us
In the chill dark nights
You float us on a sea of
Calmness

Whispering "Sleep
It will be alright
Tomorrow"
our minds drift away to you
Bodies relax and find rest

Surrendering to your hypnosis
and longing for the touch of your deft fingers
To massage away days
Of hardwork

relishing in gratification
Of wishes in the possibility
You create in dreams;
shortening ours in
the still late nights

You comes  peacefully
creeping comforting tendons
Over mind body and spirit

The three finally agree
Slowly drifting in a sea of  lazy calmness
admitting surrender to this
serenity you bring along

For everybody to feel better tomorrow
kings and  paupers
all yearn for your sweet waters

What magic do you tap
In rejuvenating tired souls?
Healing sorrows
So hearts are better tomorrow

My questioning mind finally gives in
failure to understand who you are
But i like your voice when you come

Whispering "sleep,
tomorrow it will be alright"
tonight give  me the best of you
In your sea of serene calmness
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
Let songs of praise
Rise from my soul
For the Lord my God
this year end

His warmth His love
gives reason to live
His voice in my ear
a wise counsel all year

2015 to Him was like
A short hour in the night
Now it is done
gone for ever

Fill my heart
With your mercies
and love
Let me rejoice

Like times of old
When you crowned me with gold
And everything two fold

In 2016
bring us happiness
Like Sweet sixteen
and i will sing
To you in daily routine

Songs of praise will spring up
From my soul depths
For the Lord my God
All year round
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
Old Age
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
Like an octopus it engulfs and enfolds one
Squeezing youthfulness out of bones
the enthusiasm to live takes flight

Your feet start TO betraY you
And you can not trust your vision any more
Music  turning to noise

the ogre called Old age
It spares no one
Live and be happy now

Be strong if you have to face it
It cannot attack a cheerful heart

Be happy  in the evening of your days
Looking back at your legacy
For it lives lifetimes and lifetimes
Live and be happy
 Jan 2016 Lizley
andrew juma
The sun was just attempting
To break free off the holds
Of the eastern horizon
Feable orange rays streaming in

And i was struggling
To break free from your confection enfoldment
Daybreak shouldnt  find me here

Your warmth, your gentle touch was so ensnaring last night
Your voice filled with so many secrets
Was the soundtrack of my night enslavery

to the plecantero rendezvous
That will remain between you and me
Though we are not supposed to be

You were whispering to me
How last night blew your mind
And now you wanted the tape to rewind

Where was your man?
I didnt care then...
Last night  you invited me in
I remember you standing at the door
In a blue lingerie...

"Baby I got to go."
But you wouldnt let me
"Stay for a minute longer"
You worked your magic
And i didnt need convincing

My mouth given a taste of the forbidden
The guilt turning to exhiliration
We were lost in oblivion
And then he came In

I didnt hear the door turning
I didnt hear his soldier boy boots on the floor
But i saw him standing over us.

you held on to me, was it fear?
Bewitched to not see his tear
And the hatred in his eyes
You told him you'd made up your mind

that was your welcome home
to the soldier lover boy
Who had been walking all night  
Knowing you would be waiting

the heart wants what it wants
You wanted love
and warmth in the cold nights
The love i gave, but was illegal

When he lifted up his pistol
Saying he cannot accept competition
Especially from 'this bug'
I never thought it would be lethal

He decided i should live
But both of us should miss you
I dived for his gun and we struggled
Two strayed into your head
And that was the end of him too

The illegal love blew your mind
Daybreak shouldnt have found me there
I remember it all
Your whispers
blood all over like a ritual

The lethal love
The illegal love
But i still love you
To me you are never dead
 Jan 2016 Lizley
aa
I tried
To think of something,
Anything,
To say to you.

An apology,
An explanation,
An anything.

But nothing
Ever comes out of my mouth
Nothing ever feels
Right

And somehow that doesn't bother me

Maybe I've accepted the fact
That nothing we do
Is gonna fix us

Because my heart doesn't break
At the thought of you
Not in my life anymoee

My heart breaks
At the thought of our happy days
Becoming sad memories
This one is for Kay, you know who you are. If you ever read this. Maybe this is my apology over what happened to our friendship.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Keith Wilson
Sammy Turpin one fine day
Took his go—cart out to play.

While speeding quickly down a hill
A passing fly his eye did fill.

He couldn’t see two yards ahead
And landed in a hospital bed.

The nurse was very sympathetic
The fly was extremely energetic.

The doctor came with his stethoscope
But it wasn’t long before he gave up hope.

The consultant came to get it out
But he was never in there with a shout.

Just then the gardener passing by
Raised his leaf blower to the sky.

The air came in just like a rocket
And blew the fly from Sammy’s socket.

l He isn’t the gardener anymore
He’s chief consultant on ward four.

Keith Wilson       published 2001 (Anchor Books)
 Jan 2016 Lizley
JP
Love...
 Jan 2016 Lizley
JP
Seeing her
a feel of
uncontrollable
a cage lion
roar the feeder
when she come close
the condition
are breaking,,
like to throw
myself on her
though never hurt.
and
try to hug
like mist covering
the bud to open
feel the chill…
 Jan 2016 Lizley
K Balachandran
I enjoy, the subtle shades, connotation of each word,
probe, how dexterously they are put together in an order
like jewels in an ornament for generations to wear.
The way the construct speaks to the brooding solitude
that moves in and out of my soul,as the reading proceeds.

I smell a fragrance, like the scent of fresh ripe fruit,
eager to taste it, sink my teeth deep, draw juice,
now find a memory awaiting to resonate with the
cadence of my heart.
                                                 I am such an animal
that can smell poetry's worth from a distance,
a goldsmith who could  predict it's weight in gold
my avarice for a poetic diet, never dies, only swells.

Every poem of my kind, to me does something
my lover does, decidedly every imagery, carry forward
a memory, like wind a cloud, reaches a space beyond
touches eternity with it's magic wand,  a flash results
Even if the poet leaves me mid way, I'd still see the light.

I've an enticing excuse to imagine what I want to see
a poem doesn't produce anything,but what it does to mind,
is pure magic,I am in that flow,far from the illusory reality.
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