It's been years since you were whole;
you're missing pieces like a second-hand puzzle
and I wish more than anything to fill in your cracks,
but I understand that task is yours
and yours alone.
No, I can't fix you
but I'll stand by your side with my tool belt,
ready to handcraft any means of helping you fix yourself.

With water, malt, and yeast, and hops I dare
to craft an odd new ale with full due care
I've aged in hickory and old oak jugs,
and serve a round in handcraft German mugs,
to all the patrons drinking at this pub,
yet most just sniff and snortle up a snub.
Instead they order shots of foam-frothed ****,
imbibe and guzzle to their drunken bliss,
then slur a slew of sloshed-up limericks.
And to my ale they kick against the ******.

Beauty is found
everywhere in all
created things in nature.

Even where the
surf searches the
sand for symbols.

Have you ever
found the unknown
lonely footprints left
at a quiet beach.

Even down the
dark places deep
in the ocean where
all kinds of beautiful
exotic creatures known
and unknown plays.

Unperturbed by the
presence or
pressures of man.

Check out the
beauty at plains
of a running brook.

Meandering and flowing
through the meadow
with the hills and
the mountains beyond.

Heard across the street
from a high castle,
the light little footsteps
and the laughter
of a child running
through the quiet path.

Look up in the sky
at night and behold
the handcraft of
the Almighty displaying
gracefully with stunning view.

What can i say
of the animals
in the wild with
the exotic flowers
in their lonely enclave.

Displaying their loveliness
hidden away,
living happily and
quietly in
their habitat.

Have you ever
taken time to see
how the light
of the sun shines.

As if smiling
to greet you
first thing at dawn.

How lovely and
radiantly beautiful all
creation including man
turned out to be.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i thank you.
they are sunset orange
like my favorite shirt of yours,
the one that's a little long in the arms
and cradles me like i'm about to break.
there were small fuchsia ones, too--
some half-bloomed
some not yet
some completely opened up,
beautiful petals unfurling like
they forgot they'd ever been closed.
...sound familiar?

to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i adore you.
the thought of a boy who likes me enough
to sit down and handcraft me a bouquet of flowers just because he knows it'll make me happy
is one thing,
but to have that boy be you
is something completely different.
appreciation like i've never felt before--
you never leave me wondering
if the feelings are really there.

to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i love you.
thank you for showing me the beauty
in being treated right.
-a.c.b