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Noisy Silence
In the graveyard sleeps millions
They never snore or take the deepest breath
And the yard is always heavy with billions unspoken.
Night hushes day
And the world is taken by surprise
When it unleashes its realities.
Granny has been stroked down
But her stick - a leftover - paces miles
And so does shush and hush speaks.
© Aug 18, Normesi Richmond Ganyo nature
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Useless
A green plant bears flowers
The flowers are scentless with petals bright
Yet it bears tasteless fruits
© Aug 18, Normesi Richmond Ganyo nature • society
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The Easter Dream
It was a brutal scene,
A cruel deed that parted us here
Just the time when bunnies went egg hunting,
At the sight of it we made a grave sin
That forever dogged in our mind, our dream.
On that Maundy dawn, after eating his flesh and drinking his blood,
In a flash of sermons, time passes our doubt, our King was apprehended
With the kiss of death and we witnessed
Shallow minded, we drew the dagger of betrayal
Because we had died before the face of death.
And we sneaked up the hooting crowd to the market
And riff-raffing tongues were cursing and fingers pointing
And there was thrice a fated head shake before **** crow.
A good day promised by fate
Revealed by soothsayers before the birth of a prince,
He was worn a thorn crown, ripped out his body
The cleansing blood in which maggots were nourished,
A popping day when thieves were welcomed instead of grumble at
And thirty pieces tossed back shamefaced
And a priest took off his robe
And a wretched cried but he urged for himself cry,
"For if they do this when the wood is green,
What will happen when it is dry?"
And there was a flare on the middle tree on the mountains low
And crows gather at Golgotha for the coronation
And the dark clouds took earth, the congregation dividend,
The Armageddon short lived
And found we the lost silver cup in the crowd
And prophecies were fulfilled
And the earth and tombs ***** bodies out their carnivorous mouths
And a dove flew in the glory of the Sun's ray
And I woke to find it a dream, a dream to the world
It's another time for bunnies to fetch eggs
Another time to remember that dream and pray our sins
And that would the East Wind blow away filth
And that we would await the promise of the promised Savior
When nightmares would dream of day
And our souls shall return showered from Bethany.
In the graveyard sleeps millions
They never snore or take the deepest breath
And the yard is always heavy with billions unspoken.
Night hushes day
And the world is taken by surprise
When it unleashes its realities.
Granny has been stroked down
But her stick - a leftover - paces miles
And so does shush and hush speaks.
© Aug 18, Normesi Richmond Ganyo nature
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Useless
A green plant bears flowers
The flowers are scentless with petals bright
Yet it bears tasteless fruits
© Aug 18, Normesi Richmond Ganyo nature • society
Comment - What did you think?
3 AmazingGood poemKeep on it Like (3)
The Easter Dream
It was a brutal scene,
A cruel deed that parted us here
Just the time when bunnies went egg hunting,
At the sight of it we made a grave sin
That forever dogged in our mind, our dream.
On that Maundy dawn, after eating his flesh and drinking his blood,
In a flash of sermons, time passes our doubt, our King was apprehended
With the kiss of death and we witnessed
Shallow minded, we drew the dagger of betrayal
Because we had died before the face of death.
And we sneaked up the hooting crowd to the market
And riff-raffing tongues were cursing and fingers pointing
And there was thrice a fated head shake before **** crow.
A good day promised by fate
Revealed by soothsayers before the birth of a prince,
He was worn a thorn crown, ripped out his body
The cleansing blood in which maggots were nourished,
A popping day when thieves were welcomed instead of grumble at
And thirty pieces tossed back shamefaced
And a priest took off his robe
And a wretched cried but he urged for himself cry,
"For if they do this when the wood is green,
What will happen when it is dry?"
And there was a flare on the middle tree on the mountains low
And crows gather at Golgotha for the coronation
And the dark clouds took earth, the congregation dividend,
The Armageddon short lived
And found we the lost silver cup in the crowd
And prophecies were fulfilled
And the earth and tombs ***** bodies out their carnivorous mouths
And a dove flew in the glory of the Sun's ray
And I woke to find it a dream, a dream to the world
It's another time for bunnies to fetch eggs
Another time to remember that dream and pray our sins
And that would the East Wind blow away filth
And that we would await the promise of the promised Savior
When nightmares would dream of day
And our souls shall return showered from Bethany.
