When a man was a boy play was what he knew
papa loved mama toys basket load old
and new

then a man was a youth to find aware of himself
and the search for truth to learn educate or else

and the man was a man working like a
burdened
mule the sea salter than salt his world
worsened

the man found a woman learned to
handle babies
he grew tired abandoned the family for other ladies

the man was an elderly wiser than before least
haste and more orderly and no longer
the beast

now a grizzly old fool dozing or
reminisces
of love lovers mind's full of regrets of lost chances

the man no more a man who depends on the wife
wrought by illness can fold him in
hopeless life.

you're made for each other
when oft you sing her name

When sleeps awake dreams
When thoughts only for her

when you pray she you love
when sacred vows you said

and like hands are to gloves
you're made for each other

why drown in tears self pity
why hiss spits like a cobra

when sweetness turned sour
when you find love has fled

why break up when you said
you're made for each other

There are days warring clouds raging in my head,
The hurtful scavengers are gathering large.
The wind howls like cats I'm worrying afraid,
Am I losing myself or am I still in charge?

Sometimes I hate
It when I woke up late

The first thing I know
Looking out the window

All I can say is wow
It's show time now

Pigeons impatiently
So crooing booing me

High on rooftops wait
I hate waking up late

how do I steer
a rudderless ship
will I capsize
be dragged down
into the cold hostile
sea not knowing
where to harbour
no island in sight
in the stormy night
wandering along
searching blindly
the coast.
how do I captained
a barren ship lost
if not for the light
the house bring to
weary souls saviour
like the Noor of God
reach out as a beacon
to shine as a warner
over the foggy sinners
guiding through
the crazy madness
a safe passage way
to return home.

No wonder I couldn't find her
She was out all night
When I opened the door
My pet cat rushed inside
And looked at me with her
Big round eyes puzzled
As if asking why didn't I
Opened the door sooner?
As if I read her thoughts
As if she understands
I said, "well, you didn't
Tell me you went outside?"
Greysha is a beautiful cat
Doesn't go out with the guys
Obedient passive goes about
Minding her own ways
Wasting time to look prim
Always around the house
And keeps me company
Now purrs lay beside me
Tapping gently her soft paws
On my arm nudging me
To pat her and stroke her
White and geyish fur coat or
I don't know what's going on
In her mind perhaps she's
Just being naughty or maybe
It's her way of saying
"I am sorry."

What does a painter do? A painter paints.
Of paintings inspired by the universe;
Of legends luminous as pious saints.
But people like me work to fill my purse.
Not artisan by trade nor rich merchant,
With rough and stubby fingers callused palms,
I'll starve if I were the master's servant
And soon to take the streets to beg for alms.
I paint for sake of commerce not for art;
I paint all kinds of buildings, houses, schools.
None enters, jobs can't start till I depart;
Scrappers, ladders, paints, brushes are my tools.
Do what I'm commissioned to do. To paint.
But Leonardo or Angelo I ain't.

Wakes up to the chiming of the clock
I close the door and turn the lock
And start my morning walk.

The sun beams down to clear the fog
Ah....cool fresh air no more smog
As I begin my morning walk.

I go slow and easy I don't have to slog
No rush to compete or time to log
I'm enjoying my morning walk.

Corporate world is full of same mock
Up circus, wine, clowns and shock
I go for my morning walk.

Some brisk walking some prefer to jog
One run as if chased by a dog
Me and my morning walk.

People to people on the tracks of rock
Gossipers talk and talk, tick tock
But I've got my morning walk.

Before poor heart gives me the knock
Before old arteries starts to clog
Better take the morning walk.

a cat died
under a tree
today
the macho cat
I knew well
of his
notorious
fair share
of kids
of fights
of conquest
under a tree
he laid

approachable by
encircling flies

under a tree
laid stiff
leaping
feet snarling
jaws and
rapier claws
useless
now
frozed
by death
still poised
to fight for
a last time.

With firm steady hands we grip our bows
Principle fingers clipped the restless arrows
We lift our bows high above our shoulders
We pulled our strings till the appointed time
Unleash them see each eagerly goes.

Elastic bows where the arrows learn to ride
Tough at the core but supple outside
Bending to comply as far as it's stiffness could go
Quickly flex to it's customery shape again
Bow and arrow one unmoving one must stride.

A swoosh and arrows found their freedom
Swiftly carried with our prayers with some
Trepidation by whims of their progress
On target or strayed by rebellious wind
On course with promises or to their doom.

Children grew from our shadows took flight
Taught what little we knew now flew out of sight
Can't replicate us make their own learning curves
Not forbidding their future endeavours
Love and devotion can't hold them come what might.

One by one we launched them into fresh air
Like shooting stars arching through the stratosphere
Some had scored some missed but none came back
To and fro amble down the grassy track
We'll walk to them they're waiting for us there.

Love means I have the power

From within

I have never known or seen or felt I had

Love means sacrificing, learning to let go

To accept and to give in

To share with her because I love her so

And to win

Through the years as we begin

To spread

More rounder and curve

So will be our love.

I love watching swallows
Gyrating and playfully swirls;
Mingle above over the river
Forming in a malee a ball.
Swiftly riding the thermals
Scooping the swelling water.
They shriek wheeling freely
Like boisterous little girls.

I came to see the lively acrobatics
In graceful motion of symmetry.
See enormous body of water flow
Pour itself into it's wide open mouth.
Slowly eroding shaping contours
And lives living along it's banks.
Constantly foreboding danger
And yet beauty and the mighty
Together in harmonious chemistry.

There I was many hours
In thought. What do I ever get?
At the jetty by the imperious
River where until dark I will be.
Time spent the opportunities
Passing by I have no regrets.
I'm like a ship from harbour
To harbour of a predestined life
With cargoes of worthless experience
Till I rot at the bottom of the sea.

Laboriously river meander and flow
Agile wings twist and turn in the air
With invisible brush of arcs and lines
With a vast sky as an open canvas.
The two characters, elements
Of nature, demonstrate their part;
In the theater of strength and grace.
While I am but a nameless intruder
Grateful of the kindness forever last.

Teacher teach me how to write
a poem I so dream of beauty
so sublime that would never fade
by age, by time, evergreen
Teacher teach me the craft
that is so captivating, spellbound
so truthful to those who reads it
be inspired find the meaning
of life, learned to cry or laugh
their appetite whet
Teacher teach me the ways
that many craved of luscious
food of love to lovers of this art
and sits me by the laps of Gods
Goddesses and high priest
of poetry so as I will taste
immortality
Teacher teach me.

You say crows are crass
What good comes from colour black
Oil and coal I guess.

If you feel insulted hurt fed up
Baffled thinks it's silly
Finds that you don't deserve
Pick the pen one more time
Say, it's not me to give up
Say, this is not me.

Many have since posted put up
On this site no light in sight
Begrudge their lives are harsh
Often times hopes are crushed
Keep scribbling never give up
To write is your right.

Although your writings is not up
At par with the greats
Give the best but be yourself
Okay maybe you needed a rest
Don't be dispirited give up
Surrender to defeats.

For your sake carry on start up
Your engine warm it
Rave up yourself one more go
Purge devilish demons the ego
Never you quit, never give up
Be cool don't concede

By the windows in the quiet sky,
On an ocean of smokey cloud limitless.
Hues of bright grey and blue of emptiness;
Nothing stirs this high not even birds fly.

In the cabin he hears the humming,
Filters through almost as if a faint sob.
The head dull drowsy lulls by the throb
Of soft distant drums soon dreaming.

For no more interesting movies to watch,
No more magazines that he didn't browse.
Being an avid traveller spends many hours,
Among the clouds he could reach out to touch.

Under a shade a young man looking up,
He ponders clouds in its voluptuous form,
He scans searches her beauty with his warm
Eyes, his hands so close enough he could rub

Feels her body in his and his presence enlarges.
He'd dream away of a lover from afar,
Like an unrequited love to a **** star;
Now he looks at clouds, it seems, only like mirages.

I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea
High above on the cliffs with a birds eye view
Below sailboats joyously flapping sails
Like butterflies flitting amongst flowers.

Fumes of mist riding on gentle breeze
Whilst salting everything it touches
Boulders skin head giants half submerged
Guardsmen protect my home by the sea.

Further out the beach like no man's land
Low tide ***** busy burrowed pin holes
Depositing tiny droplets of sand nearby
Entrances of it's shifting homes by the sea.

Weary of snipers scurry hole to hole
Staying low in the holes as the tides come
In the mornings beach combers, joggers,
Criss crossing by my home by the sea.

Curious seagulls from the lonely piers
Tankers, ships, moveable islands on the horizon
Wind can be mild, breezy, can be rough
But all is well at my home by the sea.

I'll go down winding steps to warm sand
And the teething waves welcoming me
Suppose I've millions of dollars to spend
I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea.