"resuscitates" poems
As mother nature's
Punitive measure
Against a society
In maintaining
The statuesque
That doesn't bother,
Our rivers
Had become subject
To a water thirst,
To the extent
Of projecting
Rocky ribs
Terrifyingly protruded out
For easy count!
But now thanks to
The all-out, terrace making
And reafforestation effort
Of each catchment
Farmers have made a point
And also to the afforestation
Move of the government
Rivers aside from quenching
Their insatiable thirst
Have resumed
To brim over
With floods
Drinking water
To their hearts' content.
Our forests once stripped of
Their wooded cover
Have started, fast, to recover
From afar they are seen
Robed eye-catching green
From a fry-pan sky
Allowing a shelter
Also busy
Carbon to sequester.
Wild animals
That migrated
Have preferred
Back their way to find.
Now farmers don't have
Deep to dig
To sink a water well
Or find a nearby spring.
Birds are heard chirruping
Be it winter, summer or spring,
While Brooks bubbling.
Buzzing and hovering
From this to that flower
Bees are producing
Organic honey by the hour.
Promising a bumper harvest
Farmer's plots have
Fortunately continued
To resuscitate!
Those leaving
Their denuded abode behind
Away, who preferred
To stay
'We will return back
home soon! '
Is what
They say.
Happily enough
Mother nature
Affords us a second chance
Imbued with
Environment stewardship
If we are willing to mend
Our wrong 'Feast today
famine tomorrow! ' stance.
To dispel the spectre
Of climate change
And systematically face
The global challenge
True to the adage
'We have either to
swim together
or sink together! '
Hence in fighting the challenge
Or adapting to the change
Back scratching,
We have to be on the same page.
Indeed, irrigation must
Not slip our mind
For erratic rainfall
A lasting solution
If we must find.//
Once a famous Ethiopian Poet Pro.Debebe Seifu Who had passed away had penned down a picturesque poem lamenting the land degradation, deforestation and change of climate the country was suffering.The bad scenario seemed unrecoverable.Now a days Ethiopia is reversing that sad episode.I have therefore to write a poem on this
#change #trees #erosion #climate #deforestation #enviroment #degeradation #desertification
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
*Man and woman, though different
Are equal in the eyes of God.
inexplicable though true but still
Unacceptable for some perhaps
Man is the highest of all creations
Woman is the most sublime of all Ideals.
God made for a man a throne,
for a woman an altar.
the throne exalts,
The altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain.
woman is the heart.
The brain fabricates light while
The heart produces love.
light fecunds,
Love resuscitates.
Man is the code.
Woman is the gospel.
The code corrects
As the gospel perfects.
Man is the genius while
Woman is the angel.
The genius is undefinable
And the angel is immeasurable.
Man is strong in reason
but woman is invincible in her tears.
Reason convinces the most stubborn
Just as tears soften the hardest of mortals.
Man is the ocean
And the woman is the lake.
The ocean has it's pearls that adorn;
The lake has its poems that dazzle.*
***Man stands where the earth ends;
And woman where heaven begins.***
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
I close my eyes
To look into your eyes.
I take a deep breath
To savour your fragrance.
I dip my conscience
In the figment of your imagination.
I lose my senses
In the sparkles of your smile.
My heartbeat slows down
To the sound of your presence.
My world spins around
To be a part of your essence.
My soul resonates
With a gentle touch of your palm.
My spirit resuscitates
With a glimpse of your thought.
Tonight I swim
In the sea of your memories.
Tonight I surrender
In the world of your dreams.
Tonight I relive those moments
With you in my mind.
Tonight I let go of all doubts
With you by my side.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
I met a woman
with a trumpet tongue
who played her words on
paper, white as truces.
she told me through my stereo
"we've both had days
where the phoenix didn't rise".
we' have all had days
where the phoenix did not rise.
but thank goodness
my birthday was the first time
I heard your lips part
and saw your teeth spill oceans
of blue blankets across my jellyfish eyes.
I wish everyone understood the irony
of writing love poems to a lesbian,
but my hands never seemed to reach
the ends of my arms
like I want them to.
They always get stuck dancing somewhere
in the middle.
playing a tune only they can sway to
knowing all the steps
bouncing off every syllable
while others let their wrists go limp
as if the puppeteers needed strings
to tune their fiddle
for a happy song
somewhere far far away.
so take my breath again
keep it wherever it is that you keep
the gasps our ears give you
as your words pull the
heartstrings we forgot we had
that we forgot how to play
to wave our wet-noodle fingers and
conduct a life worth living
so full of blatant love
not afraid to make no sense
my chest was an rusty locket
the day before I heard you
and now I am so full of echoes
from it's tiny, timid click.
For Andrea,
you are a sketchbook muse,
something I have to guess at on my
worst days when there are no words
and the rain smells like a swan song
from the sky.
you kept me writing when there
was nothing left to draw
or sing or smell or see anymore.
when there was black smog
between my eardrums pounding out
the dying breath of clouds
you held me through tinny earbuds
and poems I etched in the moss
running over back roads in my mind
so I hope
you find peace
every time you find a microphone
and that someday, I'll play you a tune
which echoes through you,
with a tiny, timid
click
and a full breath
that resuscitates the open blue
until we are both whole beneath it
until, again, we are true.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
There's a dark corner that lay in each of our souls.
Taking hostage of secrets, never to be told.
So be careful *** you're running on a tight rope.
You never know what could happen...don't get too close.
A breath of fresh air, different from the norm.
you're like the calm before the storm.
& the deeper I look into your eyes, the more I want to endure…
what exactly this storm has in store.
Sun is seeping through yesterday’s sorrow,
No longer caught up in the thought of tomorrow.
Colors of the world bleed from dull to iridescent.
Nature’s soundtrack takes turns reminding us of its presence.
Together we walk the path, into the eye of the storm.
Surrounded by chaos, once we reach the center life takes on a new form.
There is beauty most commonly missed, in the simplest of things.
The more open your mind, the more your day will bring.
Let loose before the chaos seeps in.
Fall into the clouds with me…let the fun begin.
Laughter to color rainbows, help feed the tress.
Watch as the grass resuscitates, reminding us the breath.
Sunsets never so bright, & skies never so blue.
Smiles to reflect the sunlight, lighting up the world around you.
Music sending vibes, tangible to my heart.
And for some reason my mind is telling me…this is only the start.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Born in your adoration
Lost in your embrace
Like a coca cola you're giving me happiness
Smiles all flooding and I feel I'm sinking in
I'm craving for you like i found me gold
For your face sparkles more like diamond
I feel my heart falling
Could it be gravity!
Could it be your magnetic field!
Lightning strikes me once and i wake up in a bed of roses laying next to you
Your breath resuscitates me back to life
And your soft tender touch massages my body and makes it feel alright.
The cool breeze suddenly travels across my body
I open my eyes and realize I'm all alone and that feeling cuts me deep
Why do you make me feel this way? I yell
I send my "I love you "message through the wind
And before it reaches you
I see you kissing another man
I get this feeling "I'll never be yours" but please stop having control over me.
Life made it easier for us to be strangers and not lovers.
I will simply remain your secret admirer.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
The outlined shadows of angel-like apparitions, and I'm soaked in anxiety like the wingless houseflies,
Where can I find peace in the midst of hell and nirvana?
My soul is torn apart and my body a rigor mortis,
I feel the blows under the baobab,
Where is the Lord? Where is the God that sheds light? Where is the God that resuscitates dead souls?
The devil has ****** my spirit in the dark hole, I'm now groping in the murk with my dogged effort,
I have been a survivor of many months, of the battle between the devil and the many generations, the way to find peace is to rest in peace, No! And what about my mama?
The divine lady who enshrines his son with a prayer, this woman tells me of how coward the devil is, she talks of the galaxies and the Hail Marys,
But I'm not dead yet, she is the reason why I'm still alive, and why I should live to 72
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
60 seconds to go
My heart is pumping a marathon
Each beat a new threat to explode
Hitting me like a dozen syringes
Call the coroner
Cause of Death:
Adrenaline Overdose
45 seconds
I practice every coming moment
In my mind
Every mistake hits me at once
The imagination humiliation
Acts just like a garrote
My every breath is strained
Lungs burning, full of embers
White out the death certificate
New cause of death:
Suffocation
30 seconds
My flight or fight goes haywire
Yet I can do neither
The walls start moving
This room threatens to be my tomb
It is too late to fight
This demise is of my own accord
I want to fly
Yet my wings are clipped
Retract the obit
I fell to my doom
15 more
I hear my doom approaching
It calls to me
Every syllable shocks my system
A jolt to remind me that I'm going to fail
I shudder with every word
I close my eyes, pray
Count the seconds until doomsday
Cause of death:
Fear
10 seconds
I take a breath
9
It stays
8
I stand up to face the onslaught
7
I walk toward doom
6
My breath fights its way out
Only 5
Climbing fear turns to steady panic
4 more
Another heart attack hits
3
Another breath
2
Out
1
I step forward
The lights hit
The fear vanishes
I am no longer dead
Alive
The crowd before me resuscitates me
Every line I dropped in my head
Landed with precise expertise
Each cue struck
Every scene played to perfection
Cancel the death notice
On this stage
I am revived
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
everywhere
on our planet earth
we can view
paradoxes
nature is the provider
of these anomalies
as a two sided coin
so divergent
in perspective
an example
shall herein
be shown
a
leafless
tree
seemingly
dead
stands
in
mortis
during
the
winter's
cold
availing
upon
its
limbs
a
lifelessness
yet
the
tepid
air
of
spring's
rejuvenation
revives
and
resuscitates
what
was
thought
to
be
terminal
in
its
branches
the character of nature
is dual
she renders a contradiction
in her
enigmatic jewel
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
Scrollin past ol’ conversations
and wonderin what it is I saw in him
the hate, the anger, the stupidity
the flaws, the unwillin’ness to change
somethin resuscitates deep within me an I struggle
to push it down so the regret don’t drown me
I made my choice--I love ‘im
there ain’t no backin down now
the look in his eyes, the curve of his lips
the broad chest yet untouched beneath his shirt
lookin at ‘im, I’d jest dive into it--no questions asked
turnin ‘round, I feel what he’s stitched of an I flinch
but I em unable to walk away from the choice I made
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Minnows **** the throb out of my eyelids
where I jumped in the great pond and was filled with brine
each fleck, a pebble for them to slurp like soup.
I will remember this moment by the clothes I wore
take it out on yellow ruffles, navy strata
hung attractively on metal shelves but would faint if I were
to wear either once again. The accessories were similar.
Had a fish unbuttoned my blouse he would see
buttons where another female’s ******* would coarsen.
All I had meant to do was water a plant, feed the fish
but their container had grown wool:
I must dive in! It is better to drown than consult a quiet god.
Upon arrival, I realized that this was like entering
another species’ bloodstream. The waves sway your torso.
No wonder these blankets have become pink.
Behind is a freshwater sea, accustomed to the float but not
the dreaded sting. I have even drowned a few times:
I shall curse the flounder who resuscitates me at bottom.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
Confined to this turbulent path
Ancient and hollow
Afflictions in the sweet frost
A contorted reflection of the river is you
Snowflakes glistening, leaving prisms in the sky
The certainty of winter resuscitates ones vitality
The greater we flutter
The higher we fly
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
I carry Love.
I carry Love.
I carry, a love that resuscitates my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
Where the ball inside my throat hurls fire - makes love to the sun
scares shadows
intimidates death and
offends darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
It knows me, wants me, and always,
finds me.
I carry Love.
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
The heart beats on its own accord
I am free to control its cadence
But love is its only ruler
My despotic master
Try, as I will
My hardened heart resists not
Love’s melodious voice
My despotic mistress
She reaches in my chest
And resuscitates the blackened cinder
I thought you lifeless
My despotic love
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
A wholesome tongue is a tree of life
It brings hope and joy to light
It shields from harm and danger
It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul
A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness
It makes hope to come alive.
A rash tongue kills the soul.
It is brutal and cruel.
Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart
Planting the seed of discord and strife.
The tongue is a subtle part of our members
Yet it shapes minds and destinies
It boasts of outstanding results
It plants seeds that last for ages without end
It tears and builds simultaneously
It makes one feeble and empowers another
Vigour and might lie with it.
It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
I'm not weak
I'm a warrior
My face painted with black mascara during battle
My body painted with red blood after I fight
My head screams while
My body screams while
My mouth screams while
My lungs run out
The enemy surprises me whenever they get the chance
They come in the night
3 AM is the closest your body is to death on a daily basis
I'm sure my reasoning isn't the same as yours
Or I hope
The enemy is sabotaging me
Taking over my hands as it shakes out
2 more pills
5 more pills
8 more pills
Here it goes down better with a little cough syrup
How sweet of the voices
My left arm has been badly wounded
The drips down my fingertips
I'll fight on
I'll make it out alive
Sometimes they find me in the bathroom
And right before I'm about to drown
The enemy resuscitates me
What a *******
Just let it happen
The crash hits around now
I fall asleep
On my floor
My t shirt with drips of blood
I wake in the morning, victorious.
Time for school.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
i left the spigot dripping last night
and now the whole home is submerged —
archipelagic scraps of tatterdemalion
things line the floor like dead bodies
and poesy atrocities. but i have not
in mind, this disfiguring lament.
1 Take for example, a fine line
darting towards your *******
2 And bend it towards the direction
of genealogy or analogue fire
3 Henceforth commend contention
and differentiate beyond hapless
extensions of body to body
mirror to mirror
4 Where all axioms define the universe
and there is an epistemic
afterthought looming past the
arithmetic of things such is that
of a steady punctuation mid-birth
5 Take the corporeal and eat Suns,
thrash the Moon like how a bed
is meant to be whacked by the
spanked edge
6 Cold resuscitates flame and flares
congeal all frigidity — or at least
arbitrarily, remember it by whim
caprice and then fade out
7 As misery clots in the same vein
pulsing with different blood
which we shall ensconce with
laughter — a drunken hilarity
8 And then oppose the dictum
that forced us to the point
of recalcitrance, rousing hungered
heat with memory of waking ice
9 Recount what I said about
such opposites complementing
each other in precise farce
10 In this exact exhibition faint
upon recollections — going far
inverse to poles only tells another
distance covered by wide strides
and a place nearly forgotten
rekindled by newer ones.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
Twilight paints persimmon
onto cold winter trees
just before the dusky night beckons
them into a dreamless sleep
a subdued canvas
enlivened with vivid hues
resuscitates dead branches
and they sway to its melodious tune
until every faint ray scatters
as darkness shrouds the sky
civil twilight attempts to turn back time
and failed to convince it not to fly
the drifting sun cast its final shadows
albeit tempted he won’t be persuaded
so the moon silently gathers her stars
to shimmer where twilight has faded
undulating in the night’s breeze
wrapped in the crispness of its linen
the cold winter trees sleep
waiting for dawn to paint them crimson
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
Aspiring,
Dreading,
Forgetting.
As soon as it leaves it returns,
Unburned:
The wishes,
The yearning,
With the pain of wanting.
Somehow I want to make someone proud,
But I've never met them,
I'm sure I never will,
They have no clue how hard I'm trying,
Just to make myself heard,
While desperately making sure I
Seep into the background.
Deep down I know I can do many things,
Or maybe lately that reaches the surface,
Until it drowns again,
Then somehow survives,
Resuscitates itself from nothing.
It's called my motivation,
My effort to succeed.
But out of all these things,
I will not allow one to be trying to please someone,
Who has:
Never been pleased with me;
Doesn't own the right to be proud;
Or have the chance to find me;
Convince themselves they can make amends.
I believe in second chances,
Just not for people who never even started.
Next I see someone else,
Whose only in my dreams.
He makes me worthwhile,
For a little bit,
And I'm able to smile.
He keeps me safe,
Gives me enough love to take,
And let's me breathe again.
Each time it never fails
To remind me,
How I need this,
As much as the air I breathe.
It gives me things,
Things which I need.
Apparently escapism,
Isn't allowed to be reality,
But I'll keep coming back to it,
Just to get through the days,
Even if it shouldn't be keeping me awake.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Secrecy.
Felicity quietly enters the water
to drown .
Secretly he had been watching. Dives in to save her.
Pulling her back to shore, her wide mouth screaming.
Sincerely he resuscitates her
wide mouth on wide mouth
Secretly she enjoys it.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
there's a fire in this madhouse of Venus
where unattainable romance gives birth
to cunty darkness and pleading clawish fingers
to obsessions of strange mental constructs
something about blood and tears
birthing black ******* and vampires
with vermillion mouths shaped in circles
that gorge themselves on violent thrusting *****
and ***** resembling mushed faced pugs
just asking for it
a woman's eyes burn like cigarettes
and tongues snake into esophageal
swoon revivals of glorious deliverance
flashing souls flit like street lights
and flames of wraith hair
she begs to be strangled with a black chord
and kissed till her brain blurs fizz
she dances
wigwam wiggle and clutches
like a sliding oyster
licking my *******
**** ***** and ruby *****
gagging repeatedly onto the hilting root
falling into submission
for her dark ******* god Faustian thing
a little doll with mythic eyes
a ******* wraparound mouthy wigged *****
with a baloney-pony disco stick orifice
will you **** me with your **** sir
a dark hunger gnaws deep within
so bleed me merciless
like a gushing artery
make me red dead in love in bed
butter **** and properly spread
pound me like a hell ***** ******
in a burning five alarm
emergency suicide ****
-
i corkscrew her
into a writhing
murderous wreckage
as she dissolves under me
like a sugar cube in hot tea and blood
christened by a magic wand
that forces her round belly
up and down like a toilet plunger
her ***** drools like runny yolks
a deep homework
the shamanic decent
an illusive weighing of the heart
the sweet meat priestess
who resuscitates abandoned legends
making my ***** click like castanets
a Mr. Winkey party
spewing Icelandic yogurt
her teeth rattle
as her brains and one eyeball
hang off my ****
like pig trough slobber
her face smiles
and vomits peaches
there's moon glitter
in your beautiful hair
my darling
God save the kink
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
Reach for me rightly
in the morning
with your hands that got us into
this mess in the first place
The weight of the grip
that perpetrated your adolescence
offers air back to my lungs
resuscitates me
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
In my chest I bring a pain
Which in time accept
As a stubborn implant
Right in my right chest
This pain knows not where it beats
Nor does it come from near here
But it pulses deeply through
And it almost sounds like you
In the timbre of its screams
That vibrate the thorax
And puncture when you weep
I live memories of sites
Yet it is here she belongs now
Whatever was once made of her
And even if she’s not aware
And even if you’re not yet aware
I am:
It lives in my right chest
What a patron stepmother
Crude lioness heart
Synchronic pounding in negative resounds
The **** acute pain
Of this machine I carry
Implanted, conflated, pointy
I imported it from our nights
And stares traded in summertime
Iris tinged with shavings from the sun
Cut up from the negatives of the blinds
And in negative pounding
Conducting in this right chest of mine
This implant of torment
Torment and own delicate shine
So delicate it may take the torment and make
At times: simple discomfort
Others: a happy life in a moment
And who may be source of this pain
Of this heart in negative
Creating only torment
And what gorgeous torment
Which at worse discomforts
At best resuscitates my life in a moment
And turns me back to us
This pain and anguish
In adolescent torpor
Unrealising you made of
Me the glad recipient
Where to grow and lodge
Like the lost bullet in time
That naked ****** universe
Formed into material emotion
Animal biological material
That from this story I have with you
Gives anxiety during bed time
Your anxiety
But that pounds in negative
As the now accepted implant
When it comes dark longing
Of us not seeing what is to come
It’s just that here in pain and everything
Beats content from imperfection
So beautiful and sinistral
In mine deep dextral chest
Your youthful beating heart
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC