"exuberate" poems
(A Poem about HIV/AIDS & how humanity has dealt with it since its mysterious onset-and the future too…)
The mystifying howl is still irksomely faint yet vividly heard,
Akin to orchestrated footsteps of the undetectable command
As the new twilight tries to light-down the “smoldering fire” beyond the horizon…
It’s just so violent and it has been destroying everyone
Generations “screaming too loud” and many fallen
It has been “too thunderous”-“too rowdy”: it has stolen
From humanity-the Joy to enlighten-a Truth to reign-
A divine right of our existence here-but this pain…
Through our deepest thoughts-and dreams gone
Because of the “Teardrops and caskets”-loosing our own
To this “brutal-fierce beast” who “eats” without remorse and direction-
Evading all “the hunter’s Traps” to pursue an exuberate mission….
Life gets risky sometimes!
Are we now left with “frozen wrists”?
Or do we continue laying “stronger bricks”?
To lay a universal foundation with hooks
That will keep us together like strong rocks-
Even though we’ve suffered from “shell-shocks”-
…Which has only answered mother-nature’s call to catch
Humanity twice as much-and wish thrice as such
For a better day-a bunch
Of signs to watch….
Even though the “streams of tears” continue to drive
Mortals to an “invisible-penitentiary” without Love;
Perhaps one day-The “Light” will save
Us out of this awkward predicament-similar to a bee-hive
Through all this “fire and smoke”-when everyday is a test-
We can only control our mental-states: settle down and just set it straight,
Else this classical tale of “Loss-Vs-Triumph” will be a total waste-
Though some souls have learnt to take a second to “pump the brakes and wait”;
Will it be too late when they wake up-to let their “dreams-of triumph”….escalate-
Amidst so many trials and failures-making it hard to tolerate
An “Enemy” who attacks without warning-to even hate
On the most innocent “creation of nature”-an infant!
Though everybody dies-The “Dream of Triumph” is still straight…
Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:53 AM UTC
I calibrate and exuberate when I bring my new level,
these girls look me in my eyes and lie to me they can't push the right pedal.
I wish I knew a girl true to the heart and not after an agenda,
a real love rather than the alternative such as Splenda.
When will I learn this love is practically unattainable in this crazy world, especially in this globalized Computerworld.
Call me pessimistic or just down right ugly,
or maybe I'm just roughly stubbly part of this muggy money.
I wish we were utopian and part of simpler times,
but this is unreasonable and not realistic as we live in lifetimes of nonstop wartimes.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
I saw you again today,
I envy all the attention you get.
Walking past the store is such a display
Of all that you exuberate and sweat.
Your aura is so grand
And you glow with much shine,
The drips are so alluring,
The color of your glow is simply divine.
I walked in, just to take a peek,
You didn’t notice, but I inched closer.
I ran into one of your friends who sprung a leak,
So I took them out instead, such smooth liquor.
If you find out, I hope you don’t mind,
That I took one of your friends instead;
I still think you’re **** and quite a malty find,
It’s just that Colt treated me better and let me give him head.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC
All my life
I had the desire
To look beyond the horizon
Wondering what it holds,
For everyone…for me.
I longed to embrace life
If only, all the restraints
Built through the years,
Would just fall away.
I did not like to be confined
In someone else’s interpretation
Of the world…
A place that has become
My fortress of my unfinished wishes.
I have reached the limit of my consistency;
For I cannot take
This kind of prison
That slowly withers me,
Until I even feel so hollow, so empty.
There are moments
That life is passing me by,
If I do not try to get hold of it,
I may be left behind.
I yearn to be like other people
People who have pursued their dreams
Who have taken the risk
Who dared anyone just a chance to
Express themselves.
Would I be like them someday?
I hope so…
To express who I might be,
Who could I be.
I feel my being,
Just pieces of what I want to be
It hurts me not to be free…
For freedom seems to entail a lot of things
Space to be yourself
To try out new things,
To be exuberate,
To feel everything in life
Hardships are bound to come my way,
I know…
One must learn to be strong
And to accept them…
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
The road is long
Dreadfully so,
Broken pavements and bruised tiles
Hold out for the end,
Ambition tramples the sidewalk
A couple more steps and then a couple more.
The unruly audience lands their feet.
The orchestra on the finish line
Crescendos to the breaking tides
The gore of happenstance,
The aftermath of destiny and other
Abstract notions of victory
Belt out the song of defeat
For all but one.
We crash where the footpath ends
Comprehending the day that's not ours.
History cuts up the margins of loss
Into a glaring wound of all the wrong things.
Somedays, you exuberate all your best traits
And still end up on the grass
Where you bury your perseverance,
And the society in your head
Cheers when you lay down the casket.
The stars never fell down for you.
The sun rose like it did
In the possibilities of yesterday.
You seek the warm embrace of cold tiles
Leaning against the faucet
That races your tears to the mosaic floor.
You lost, you didn't win.
You won, you never lost.
The voices hush away as the high fades
Into a new day.
Your feet take you to the finish line again
Run, run for one more day.
Run,I'll meet you there
Where another pavement ends.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
I know a place where the Sun doesn’t shine,
Where kids rejoice and the adults whine,
Where Glacier of lies and rivers of deception intertwine,
Where they enrich the young with the money and the adults with wine,
The Ministers lie through their teeth and promise upliftment,
The poor are deceived and are fed more punishment.
They have no concept of Day or Night,
Anytime-Every time they struggle to fight,
The Kids exuberate innocence and liveliness
While
The Adults showcase fatigue and tiredness,
It’s been years since they’ve heard those promises
It’s been months since they’ve opt for progressiveness
‘Impoverished, Imperfect, Unimportant”, call them what you may,
But when you’ll see their hungry eyes and tiring demeanor,
You’ll have nothing to say.
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep living this way
Unless the bureaucracy decides to help them,
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep on suffering
Unless those in power come to hold them,
Till then,
For Eons and Eons and Eons and Eons to come
They’ll keep on wanting,
They’ll keep on crying,
They’ll keep on living,
They’ll keep on surviving.
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
Strolling lonely in the garden at dawn
My cozy little porch with an open lawn
Invites me along with my emotions
And my vision approaches, with steps in the slow motion
Around the greenery of plants and few trees
My Slender wrinkled fingers caress the tresses of Jasmin leaves
My heart gets drenched by its fragrance spread in heaves
The swift stream of cool breeze make my mind exuberate in glee
Eternity of red rose bloom makes my ideas flee
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 7:45 AM UTC