"mek" poems
It's all reet lass I've turned leets out
t'neet is gonna be a neet to remember
yer cowat is in the cubby ol'
hung and forgotten
fer weir yer goin yer w'aint need it
bed awaits our horizontal dancing
mekin the beast with four legs
you get yersen comfy
I need a slash
ill syphon me python an be reet with yer
lay back n think of England
coz nay one but me will hear the scream
when I slip thee a length
and mek the wet
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
A Poet’s pen speaks of poetry
Spoken under the moonlight of scattered nights
Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie
Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time
They are of words of absolute truth
An enigma of echoing thoughts
with the passion of smiles and tears
A puzzle in pieces of life
yet to be unraveled by untainted eyes
and souls beating of true heart
They are of verses of dramas
A hanging Light within the bounds
of magic and reality, of dragons and fires
Forever floating like drifting mist
carried by the everyday wind
never touching the mind of the stagnant stream
They are of tides of the setting sun
Rising and falling with man and the Moon
They speak of sunriseof a new dawn
aging like the Sage, with the wisdom of the Crone
And tonight…
A Poetry speaks when a Poet pens
Beyond the night of scattered lights
In the time of a burning candle
…the setting of the dusk of the sun
will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas
Mek
Oct07
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
Him si all
An know.
Him reach out
An hold.
Jah know.
Him mek da rain fall
An quench.
Him mek da snow fall
Wind blow.
Sure as calm follow storm.
Jah see an know.
You walk in sunshine my love.
My only lifeline an so
He made you so fine an so.
Sweet Jah
Wonderfull.
Him see and
Know.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Man, I been admayrin that thing from small.
Before I even know what it called.
All island man an west indian love it so.
All the while was a kama sutra thing.
Originate from da Coolie man.
Puni mek man sell him soul
Give up money and comfort
Lose silver an gold.
Now dont get defensive nor play you card close.
See.
Is a natural beauty a gift send from heaven.
Ladies you got the best seat in da house.
Cause a good dose a puni mek man outa mouse.
Mek man beat up him chest.Roar like wild lion.
So
All praises due an nuff respec.
To the flower with power
Love ya ta death.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
wander abaht atter a home
as av no bairns ad Tek us in
so the living hereabahts
rush inside
early doors
afore sunset
lock doors
pull down shades,
turn mirrors to walls
do all to stop me seeing em
for if I did
I'd carry 'em off.
*** named a monkey
after us, the lemur
cos we big eyes
are aht at neet
and mek ghost noises
so bairns bang *** lids
howl like wolves
joined by tarn dogs,
to frit us away
while nannans spin abaht,
splash boiling watta
rahnd rooms with a wooden ladle .
Am one dead al not find a home.
I'd carry 'em off.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
I was under an olden tree
not very far from somewhere but
it takes time to be there
It was when the shades were cool
and the breeze whistled a
relaxing soothe
Everything seems to find bliss
in each gust of the gentle zephyr
Butterflies giggle
in every wave of emotion
Daisies wiggle
beauty in each breath
Dragonflies jiggle
...a dance with the wind
Remembering why I fled
not to escape but to find solace
I took out my pen and
a piece of parchment
but there was no blood
no fire
no chaos
Just silence in every sway
Blades of grass
touching my toes
a tingling sensation
deep in thought
...Transcendence
So I tried
gliding with the pen
through that parchment
contemplating
then there was
nothing...
Mek
Oct08
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
…Seven years
of ambivalent breathing
holding a dull pencil
Trying
to inscribe my feelings with
the burden of a stone slab
on my weak lap…
The sun is already high
hunger is the boogeyman and the thirst
I know
will be my vessel
to meet the boatman
Vultures feast
ravaging the gold
Leaving me within the bounds
of corroded steel and clouded skies
Drowning in waters where
society
thrives
Each wave chokes me
with the taste of their bile
I’m tired…
Home is nowhere
but in my heart
I know it’s
somewhere
within that horizon…
Mek
Dec08
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Spring jus a jump out please
Kick old man winter.lick im down to him knees.
Seen...me just done wid shiver an freeze.
Spring be a gent an lift the flap pon you tent. Jus lick down Joe north and jack frost.my gas bill outa site.
Cant mek love unda covah.
Need room fi manuever.
But mi hut too chilli.
This is a formal request.
With all due haste.sans deliberation.
spring please come.forward
Forward.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Waking up in the morning of our lives
Seeing the Sun
Hearing the birds
Smelling the scent of sweet flowers
Smiling at this beautiful day
Enjoying the warmth
Basking in the fields of happiness
Seeing a vision
Like a reality coming to life
Grabbing it
Raging through complexities
Forgetting about subtleties within simplicity
Looking forward to achieving
Goals are set
Climbing the never easy ladder
Or the stairwell of
sometimes unethical competitions
Reaching the top where
ego and pride awaits
Submitting to it
Devouring your sense of being
Soaring high
beyond the colors of the rainbows
When dusk comes
preoccupation wins
Sitting down contemplating
pondering thoughts…
Is everything worth my life?
Where is the happiness
that has brought the smile?
And at the end of the day
thinking…
Where are the days
when I used to bask under the sun
In the fields of
happiness?
Mek
Oct07
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Love meanz: 2 commit oneself without a guarantee,to gv oneself completely in da hope dat our love will produce love in the lovd person,its an act of faith n whoever iz of liru faith iz also of liru love, its sm'n eternal i.e. the aspect may change bt not da heart,its a dream that only bkams reality wen we meet,its friendshp set on fire by 2 hot souls,its the master key that opens the gates of happiness n it dsnt mek da world go round instd it meks da ride worthwhile,its the emblem of eternity that confounds all notion of time n effaces all memory of a bgnning with all fear of an end,true love bginz when nthn iz lukd 4 in return n its equal,infinite,pure without violence,its an irresistible desire 2 b irresistibly desired by some1 special n all love is SWEET whether gven or returned..!! SURELY THERE IZ NO CURE 4 LOVE BUT 2 LOVE MORE.! I pray dat 1 deh sm1 will love me bak 4 ril. Amen.....!
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Bleeding from misleading arrows
struck by the cherub bribed by you
Rusted knives
cut deep
scarred and ditched
after every weakness exposed
Poisoned with streams of angelic lies
poured on my life’s glass that once flowed with
the light of the midnight sun
A love you have shown…
Defined ever after like there’s no end
It felt real
Emotions were filled
yet doubts were the only certainties
And as the mirror reflected the vagueness
it all came to light…
The world has fallen apart
A storm brewed by my believing of
your fabricated feathered wings
I have fallen for your voices of dramas
Lured me to open…
Sacrificed innocent lambs
like a fool’s offerings to false gods
You embraced me as no one ever did
but it was of cloaked deceit that
stabbed the core of me
I have been blinded by your radiance
never seeing the shadow beneath your
echoing beauty
It was a love trying to end my breath
A dagger that slits, a sliver in my sanity
Bled with cries of despair that
no one ever heard
And after everything that has come to pass
I walk in this nowhere
Never knowing…
Mek
Oct07
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
Night raids on Salt End
were legendary… It were a
giant chemical works with ship docks,
silos, storage tanks, fuel dumps,
an ideal 'drop off point' for Gerry…
But Salt End plant’s night raids
on Hedon Road
weren’t gonna daunt our lot,
they lived a mile or so down the lane to Preston
and seemed unafraid of gerri’n shot.
But they built a shelter across’t main road
in a field… On the outside It were a haystack
within the walls, six foot thick… proper beds
on hay bails to the front and back... cosy.
Down the middle was a ‘lounge’ with chairs,
lights, a radio - electric run from’t big ‘ouse
It’s better than being at’ome our Charlie used to say
For the eldest (and the architect) he’d not much nowse.
Me mam (then 19) told me she bussed it into Hull
****** the Doodlebugs” She needed Jitterbugs…
and they still danced at City Hall.
******** to Gerry and his mates.
Margie & her pal René,
dauntless, they had a right ball!
Last Bus to ‘Withernsea’ from town
dropped her off at the junction
by the Speedway on Hedon Road.
Just as her way was lit by fire bombs - all about
when Gerry dropped his final unaimed load
Maybe ack-ack’d sort him out.
She was 2 miles from home… every few seconds another blast.
Scuttling …dodging whistling incendiaries,
running fast, whippet like…
any second could’ve been her last
anything too close she’d have to jump in't ****
She couldn’t mek it t’t shelter or house so picked
the coal shed - instead… threw herself down
on coals…noise lifted - silence dawned… all clear
heavy breathing - not hers - she wan’t alone
What if it’s one of them - a downed ***** airman.
Nervous, terrified more like she let out a little shudder
a gentle cough… to test her nerve
“Is that you Margie?… You daft ******
It were brother Tom… He’d been t’t Nags Head
and he’d run the opposite way from the village instead.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
It was on a starless Night…
Moonless
Dark
A Silence being whispered by the wind
I walk along the empty road
My path shrouded by
shadows and…
So quiet
but for the velvet rhythm of the leaves
I sunk in Contemplation, drifted
in my thoughts
As I tread my pace, nothing enters…
blank
Confusion starts
Doubt is
talking to me
What am I doing here?
Nothing I understand… everything is
Vague
Deep
in thought of wandering shadows
A thought tainted my vision…
”Nostalgia”
sentimental tears
and a
cloak of melancholic reverie…
As I walk on, through cascades of eternal sadness
I stopped…
hesitated
to go on
…is there any reason to go on?
Mek
1999
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Avoid force with
such tender bodies
Bound board by
board of senses
and sensations
mek it set like cold
to snow
So be tender
with sensitive skin:
A coat keeps
warm in winter wet,
Stay singing and soft,
jovial in Springsun
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
d'ja really know
in my home vernacular
that ooonts mek them tumps
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more
Right now mi feel like church life unsure
Mi cant even see weh fi embrace nuh more
Cause the covid thing seh nuh embrace nuh more.
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more.
Right now mi feel like church life unsure.
Mi miss sis jenny cooking,
The good sat deh chicken,
Mi usually lick mi finga
Like a happy baby pigeon.
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more
Right now mi feel like me church life unsure
Weh affi mask up
Face cover up
A cough or sneeze mek everybody flair up.
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more.
Lard Gad I cant tek it nuh more
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC