"esau" poems
See them standing on the podium of promises
Tickling us to wed them into power
As we stand under the burning sun, sweaty as ever
All ears to their flowered words of which they caress
And powdered our minds with.
They donate maggi, salt, wears and the root of all evil,
To further blind our minds and instinct.
Like goats following a hand with a palm fruit,
We chased them with high hopes to the polls,
Like Esau of old we repay their donation with our votes.
Their desires were met, now in power
At serious battle against their promises,
Our faith getting lean, our hopes bleed in response to their policies.
The opposition jubilant for the failure of the electorates.
Soon, they awoke into reality, spur to abort incumbent reign.
Some took to bombs, guns, cutlasses, few to the streets.
The opposition soldiers are thugs, always hungry to ****
The masses weapons are their mouth, placards,
And solidarity songs, they walk and sing.
They say when elephants fight the grasses suffer
I wonder who are the elephants or the grasses indeed.
A place that suppose to be our home now a battle field
Where everyone fights for self survival
Forgetting the unborn, our toddlers, our heroes past.
It is high time we talked and sack the thugs
But who will moderate
Who will faithfully give audience, who will sincerely talk?
The elite, the elected seems like they are war ready
They have well set up their political troops
A war they won't stand to fight
But escape through thinning air off our sight.
In a molding state
Pigs dare to preach sanity
In a world of questions, ignorance remain the worst cancer
And the apex poverty.
Let not fold our hands and live to die in this doom
If your lips are scared, let your pen speak.
Let not throw in the towel
Until we justfully elapse the reign of the unwanted in one peace.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
He has no face
or desire
to face
the large grate
And inside
the wicket of the grate
The little door
to the larger gate
One side named narrow
The door knob's
apprehensions
twist in the fingertips
The other side
slides to the indifference
The 69 peep holes rock in
scandalization
How does one survive ?
The false prophet goes
door to door
selling sheep skin
diplomas
black as raven's hair
His false fruit
lays fermenting adding
pollution to our despair .
The prophet's basic fault is full of self interests
For gain and grain of easy life
For personal prestige
through others pain and strife
His man-centered words
appeal to the ears that want to be tickled with ear candy
And the results are that truth be forgotten , trampled to dust and thrown away
Beware of the smooth tongue Jacob with
the rough hairy hands
of Esau .
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
Its indeed a correct mistake that a dot of white is a stain on our black
Its inventions, a womb that born all Evils
Its promises, the word a Saint despises
Its stupid dreams, a count of Sahara shii
Its a correct mistake their tongue we ever bought
For the womb that made us we offered in penny
Our pride we cut so short
Their pranks scored us much better than Balloteli
Its a correct mistake we believe we were slaves
To be enslaved into their gravy cell that we then called a palace
We chased what's left to us as honour into. the cafe
Only to bath in their **** we called a grace
Its a correct mistake we ever shifted an inch
As it now turns a cell that imprisons our eggs, our fathers, our gods.
We took the bait to be toured for in a pinch
Turning our shrines a funfair that gets us bored
Its a correct mistake that our right made us wrong
We fell for the weak we believed would make us strong
A fallacy of conception that God is actually a white
Logically thinking its a plight to make our future bright
Its indeed a correct mistake
That Adam actually got fooled by a hole for a bite of cake
Esau gave out a divine right
Just to make the worms in the stomach feel alright.
Its a correct mistake they came through the sea from the west
Its much crazy we still drink from the well that put our ratio of intelligence to test.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
When I read about the brachial plexus,
a spaghetti junction of nerves webbed
behind the clavicle, I am d i s t a n t
half awake and dreaming about lovers
caught up in the mystics of medulla,
gingerly pinching the tendons and
sinewy muscle--
I consider the thick arteries (perhaps not
so thick) (not like other trunks, cords and
red threads) and how easily I could die,
how swollen 'tunnels' and blocked interstate
highways seem not so far fetched according to
medical terminology and the number of things
that could go wrong ( will ) as Murphy warned.
yet here I am, alive and well, a celestial giant
housing stars and all a manner of great, lumbering
structures, pith, and blood.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
God that made
Esau
hairy
fashioned
Jacob
a smooth lad
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
But the country is dependent on its citizens.
They came from their homes; [Of course]; really,
Physical damage is due to be different,
it is also of the Golden Golden travel agencies,
Unfortunately, we have many things;
But I want to say that they are everywhere in the cities,
HS schools will follow the USO travel,
I do not accept UFO research,
which is the owner
Did you use it? If it looks like Mom,
that's right,
she's Palestinian; they say they are
always looking
to give it to the right one, next
is the [corresponding image] of the sun's bones,
so when he hears
Esau tell the story of the girls who returned to Asia,
These are the dead and unique,
When we returned to the area, Santa said he was
felled a number of times, but guaranteed not to die
by the swords of Tbilbos Tanibi, | Leading leadership
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
i might speak a "native" tongue...
but i'm reduced to
being a mere tourist
back "home":
of a home, no home...
via the props and gains
and no gains...
and sparrow hearts of youth...
i... foundation:
scythe plough sly,
stealth, slow,
narrowing pupils:
how did they manage
to breed lizards with
furry ***** of cute
and cuddle in the Egyptian
bonsai variety...
bulldozer:
i have a problem...
seems...
inhumane to keep
a bird in a cage,
or a woman in a man's
heart,
or his ******* envy,
or...
best kept in a pocket
for a Mammon's
chips of betting:
fate against fate...
scared about a concept
of nemesis...
- like any
garden variety
gnome:
i borrow my lines
via the mime
of extras in shadow
limbo...
androgynous:
in vox only...
the eucharist of the ******
sorry...
i'm the second jew,
the second borrow,
i am...
a yoga squat will
give me enough impetus
to get off this scab of land
as a Jude reunited
with Jesus...
as Jacob the brother
of Esau, the brother of Israel...
i, dodo project...
whiskey more,
whiskey some!
rock the boat
and call:
for every tooth an anchor,
for the tongue the whole
crew,
and for the shadow:
a shallow basin's
worth of a skimming
pebble's tip-toe
poke-poke
of a frenzy...
hell...
this land this "somebody",
this "anybody"
this "body",
this: certain grave...
the noose the tickling
leash and the ******
of a grey-day-to-day...
and of course:
پاشا,
PASHA...
the "snort" of a pig's worth
of gob...
my mother came back
from the "homeland"
and she brought back
the litany and the epitaph...
and i said to her:
remember when
your father (my grandfather)
used to say the word
leßer in ****** schlang?
i've just learned...
reader... plainly...
and how many loan-words
does the ****** speak?
best hide in the Babylon
of tongues that's
the modern tongue
of Ęglish...
hic est mea lingua:
mea lingua mea culpa...
et non vestra culpa...
sed vestra oculi...
videre...
dixit Karon
(this is my tongue:
my tongue my fault...
and not your fault...
but your eyes...
see...
said Charon).
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
long to be with her
She wants someone else
Her actions is different frm her wrds
Wen she's with me
I find my haven in her
Re this all I wanted
Or dey're mirage
Wen she's with him
She becomes cold towards me
Get scared of calling cos her tone is scolding
She quickly wants to get off d phone
Soft talk in pace
Can I kip up in dis race
Crying becomes a routine
Can't find my rhythm
Tot she's drifting away
Didn't realise she's far gone
She came to say goodbye
Nw I see d bye bye
Guess she's my rabbi
Cos I can see d byline
She made her hair going to see him
Me she didn't even flinch
Asked our normal question
Are u ok/cool
Her response shocked me
Why the question
Do I expect her not to be ok
Cold feet I had
Tank God I didn't get struck by a truck
Told her I had issues
She didn't bother askin wat d issue was
I asked her to come on Friday
She said it was too early
Today she went to see him early
Am I a fool
Or i'm being taken as a full fool
Well she's with her love
Why shouldn't she be hapi
I guess dat's wat she meant
Do I mean anytin to her anymore
Or i'm a tool being taken along
She once told me
Dat I shouldn't repeat d same mistake
In my next relationship
Oh my should've read the hand written on the wall
Is dis d voice of Jacob and d hand of esau
Forgetting her I can't
She wants me to move on
Move on to wat
Guess to my masters
After 4yrs tot it was worth the wait
Guess i'll neva. Be loved d way I want
Who knows may be i'm paying for the sins of my ancestors
They worshipped ifa
Guess dey made some innocent peeps cried
And dose peeps are hunting me nw
Yet she said if I truly love her
I wouldn't cry any
I found a place to cry in apapa
Was asked if anyone died
I said YES my love's feeling for me is
Dey all laughed
And said even in t,ears I still hav my sense of humour
Didn't want to try out loving again
Aina made me too
Do I regret
NO she's been awesome all d way
Even wen she leaves
Or has she has left
She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants to stick around till I make it
As wat I ask
She has suffered with me
She deserves to enjoy too
She said I should be ready for d worst
Guess she has made up her mind She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants to stick around till I make it
As wat I ask
She has suffered with me
She deserves to enjoy too
She said I should be ready for d worst
Guess she has made up her mind long before now
Well i'm prepared for just one tin
Which is notin
All my readiness is to love her always
Whether she leaves or stay
If she leaves she can always come back
I long for no one else
Until she tells me to live without her
Even @ dat
I won't give up
This is not the end
It's just d beginning.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
In days gone by long long ago, God Almighty chose a man
From Ur of the Chaldees, He named him Abraham
-
He had a son named Isaac, Rebecca was his wife
With his brother Ishmael…was the start of all the strife
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Isaac’s son was Jacob, he grabbed his brother’s heel
But Esau sold his birthright…continued the ordeal
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Jacob had twelve sons, Joseph was his joy
Off he went to Egypt, by his brothers ploy
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Days and days and years and years, centuries go by
“Bless me Father, bless me”, you can still hear Esau’s cry
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“Esau have I hated, but Jacob I do love”
The strife will not be over, ‘till God solves it from above
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God Almighty has been patient, but His patients will soon end
Two Anointed Ones in sackcloth, He’s about to send
-
They’ll be on the Temple Mount, they will preach a message dire
Do not aggravate them, on you they will breathe fire
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
JACOB AND ESAU,
Twin brothers were they,
But each was different,
And went his separate way.
Jacob the younger represents
Men of subtlety, Esau the elder,
represents men who are worldly.
Jacob, one day with help from his Mother,
swindled the birth rite from Esau his brother,
The dissention it caused, continues to this day,
Affecting every nation, including the U.S.A.
DAVID AND GOLIATH
Most everyone knows about David and Goliath,
The contrast between them, not just physical,
But more importantly, spiritual.
Goliath, protected with armor from head to toe,
And young David with one smooth stone....
well the rest of the account...I'm sure you know.
JESUS AND JUDAS
In the Bible many contrast there are,
But of Jesus and Judas the greatest by far.
Judas the greedy betrayer of Jesus, For a few pieces of silver,
Betrayed his greatest friend,
Who loved him to his end
From Jerry Howarth's Book of Poems
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Keep your guard up don't just open sesame,
these streets will cut you up with no remedy,
don't sell your heir like Esau you're too tresemmé.
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 7:28 PM UTC
Rumor has it Sir Walter Raleigh
Is on the chase once more
An expedition of sinking ships
Braziers burning fast upon the shore
Chumming with time's blood
Panning for fool's gold
Wave after wave of repercussion
The future so willfully sold
For one bowl of soup
Like Esau famished from the hunt
Turning to his artful brother
And offering him the forefront
Our crowned jewel in all her tattered
Finery cleaved to the heart
The fabled city forsook
By once trusted hands tearing her apart
Set out the coffins
Sing for us an elegy
In the surf of this funeral march
Be sure to separate corpses from algae
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC