a baby in the womb
ready to breathe new life
in this formless world

a shop sells spirits and flowers
for Valentine's and Ballantine's
it's owner's face quite happily shines

The face to
the sun shine
squints to see.
The sun shines
to the face
like a smile
brightens up.
The lunar a
rub off from
the sun gives
the lesser light
but full of
unimaginable subtle
energy that controls
our moods,
the ebbs and
tide of the ocean,
and the season.
If your heart
refused to speak
to love,
then it is
meaningless for
the moon bleeds
and calls out
to the deep
and mysteriously
gloriously dreamy.
The blood moon
is out looking down.
Change is hard,
but it's here.
How can we
escape these things.
The mind is
not ignorant
of this truth,
and it's not
that simple too.
To understand
the silent swept
barrenness of the mind,
like the moon
is profoundly complex.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Some have said that the bravest thing we do
Is to get up each morning and face the dawn
It may be so. The light is grey and cold
There seem to be no reasons to go on

And yet - the morning sun begins to kiss
The sensitive, delicate springtime leaves
Turning their own hopes to the morning sun
Stretching their chloroplasts awake to life

So even as sunlight embraces the tree
So maybe there will be kisses - we’ll see!

All Souls’ and All Saints’ were made to disappear
Easter is bad enough with rabbit eggs
And Christmas was appropriated by The People
As a tribute to (belch) Glorious Excess

But no one has taken Good Friday away
With gifts and treats and two-for-one specials
Down at Chez Bubba’s Discount Liquor and Smokes,
And Colonial Auto Parts stays open - why not?

But while the world spins along on its way
A few eccentrics remember Him this day