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 Sep 2017 Frank L N
wordvango
of do a lord hath laid an egg
and deeds have gathered up in tombs
seeking rewards and justifications
only leaves the lord listening

to
gnawing teeth of bugs of
blowfly
drawn by rotting flesh
and gases to pupal teeth

young maggot feasting on

a darkening wood moving
thresh;
hereĀ 

remains his last words
left without
a bit of sense
 Sep 2017 Frank L N
wordvango
how better
to spend the day while
she sleeps peacefully
but listening to music

the Beatles
in particularly.
Catching a glimpse
occasionally

of her beautiful
peacefulness
wondering
does she dream of me

when I hear
Good Day Sunshine
I ache

to wake her up
 Sep 2017 Frank L N
Keith Wilson
When  you  are  young.
The  village  seems  only
one  field  away.
You  can  skip  it  in  no  time.

Middle  aged  it  feels
two  fields  away.
And  is  getting  a  bit  
of  a  bore.

When  you  are  old
it  seems  like  three  fields
Almost  Impossible  to  walk.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
I write this special letter,
To address my sincere regrets,
To the most high,
I have sinned,
God forgive me for my sins,
My thoughts,action or eyes
Must have made me to sin,
My ears too,
God please,set me free,
My grand parents or great grandparents,
May have linked me to sin,
Please God,
Hear my plea,
Set me free.
I don't know if my lineage was clean,
The blood in my vains and arteries may be *****,
Clean them Oh God,
May your grace be upon my life,
May your love shower my family oh Lord,
May your sufficient stores of blessing open for me.
I won't cry much ,
You know me than I do,
Guide me,
Protect me,
Cover me,
Bless me with good gifts,
That I may use them to serve you,
God,hear my plea.

Yours loving child,Cheruiyot.
I pray.

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