"shrinked" poems
Karma was child from a humble family whose dream had a spoonful of wishes. She never thought of a hen sitting on her plate for lunch until her body shaped to capture the focus of the community.
Her and hard work were inseparable, and motivation sparked from her deeds. This was short lived by blindfolds of moments. She then landed in a ditch of blessings which surpassed her baring as paper made solutions to all her faults and soonest laziness took her for a companion.
Yes, she had completely forgotten her path neither could she trace her background, for looks bought her a ticket to a lifestyle and rather failed to resist becoming stingy.
She learnt not the meaning of love for it carried no sense, and the she needed not to learn of true love, oh how could she for to her it was a monster that stole opportunities.
The caterpillar she was grew into a butterfly one seen by many and so touched by those whose hands could afford the beautiful colours of its petals. Souls fell apart over the turned beauty of the wings that went toxic. The meal that went bad before the harvest of a promised yield.
The love to taste of the night shinning sun evolved many to empty pockets and others to bundles of regret to disease and misfortune. It wasn’t her making nor desire, it was the glory of Gods carvings that alerted those near and far to come eco and share of visibility of a living being stationed as nature.
This beauty scorched mens eyes day in and day out as she melted souls and flowers faded in the sun. she glowed on gentle pockets, never invested any seeds for a tomorrow. Time wasn’t her ally, it brought a change in season as the clouds ushered in rain sprouted new and better yields that out competed the market of the former.
Clouds shrinked and a dark tomorrow was born, the wine tasted more bitter than old wine in a new bottle. Then the veterans got and adopted new medals at the cost of the old fades of the butterfly contests.
What was left was a story tale with a bunch of little and innocent ferries whose direction was unfolded but hope set from a single ray through the thickest forest.
Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
I don't see you anymore
I can see those books
You were reading
Few still trapped in cellophane
Waiting for you to liberate
And walk with them
Your pyjamas and yeah,that grey tee
You loved it so much
That we bought six of em
All are there
Looking at me blankly now
Asking what now...
Your watch still on the table
Ticking but not
I see your ideas all over
That old blue rug
Those silly comics poster
The sickly coloured socks
And
O for god sake
That wand of yours.
Come back if it works
You idiot
I see you
Stumbling over nothing
Jumping around
I see all of you
So many of you
Everywhere
But only one of me
Looking for you
amongst all the memories
Wanting that one of you
Any-bloody-one
Come out and
Just look at me
And break a smile
In me;
Please
I see self in the mirror
My life shrinked to my eyes
Dead eyes
Your imprints all over ;
All over the house, the garden, the kitchen
The floor, the plates, glasses, remote, this world of ours,
The air I ll ve to breathe
On me which I ve to live with.
On me.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Have you ever seen someone with such beautiful intentions and an optimistic vision to every bad situation?
Have you ever seen someone with the ability to be influential just by their eyes and their calming & melodic words?
Have you ever came across someone with such a genuine and pure spirit like an amethyst gem ?
Have you even came across someone that has a heart so full of gold and value that no one appreciates ?
Did you know that gold begins to rust in due time?
& What's left of what use to be is perishing.
Did you know that having a warm golden heart puts you in the coldest situations?
There's a little of something in the shrinked golden heart, but more of forgiveness
I have forgiven each of those that caused the gold to rust
I have forgiven each of those that did me wrong
I have forgiven each of those that took advantage
I have forgiven each of those that didn't acknowledge my golden intentions
I have forgiven each of those that didn't show gratitude for me going out of my way for them
Such a forgiving golden heart
I have forgiven them all.....
they dont know. (g.m)
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
I am inside a room
It is so wonderful
Seated on a complaining bed
"Kiki kaka kiki kaka"
The bed is complaining
On it is a three inch mattress
It is shrinked to one inch
Before me is a table
Full of complaining books
Others lack hard cover
Others pages were used as tissue
Others pages were used as insulators
On top of one is a Brocken pig pen
It ran short of ink
And it is complaining
Working under unfavourable conditions
To my left is a stove
"Chululululu"
The rice it a sufuria are complaining
The gas is smelling
At the furthest corner is a radio
Complaining, shortage of power
........................................
Life cannot be such promising
Seated alone and talking with apparatus within
I am spending today
To renovate them all
That next time
They praise not complain !
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
His skin is wrinkled
His body has shrinked
I think he has Alzheimer
For he doesn't remember where he lives.
He acts so queer
And I wonder why
All I can do Is sit and sigh
Hoping that daddy won't die
He was okay
Until he went away
The second family
caused him to be this way.
I love my daddy
He's my heaven on earth
But sad to say
One day he'll be under the dirt.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
I am not complex
I am clad in armour
Wrought of all
The charming heartbreak
That life has battered
Then tempered
Into a wise cold sheet
Waiting to be tested
This shiny layer
Is filled with cracks
Where the blows seep
Deeper than I ever expect
Except the surprise
Is all pervading
Every single time
Beneath the iron
Lies the army of brambles
They crunch and they snap
Blood slits, nicks and traps
Into a mess borne of desire
Clapping at my solitude
Caressing my sorry wounds
I entomb myself here
To ensure my repentance
For every false movement
I dare to make
To attain a certain happiness
Which herein has no place
Beyond the bush
Lies an ocean of water
Annoying abundance
Leaves me treading
On rapid tide movements
Relapses and storms
Where the odd clear day
Lets me swim onto the sand
Dampened and panting
Clothes ripped and shrinked
I forget every time
Then declare myself king
Of the island of tranquility
Where the ocean reaches not
Except when the moon decides
She descends with heavy floods
My tears are my next saviour
For they are lighter in the water
Upon them I can float
And keep me breathing
Through the salt
Now that its seeping
Through the cuts
I let them float me
Through my steely gates
Now left ajar for all the passing
There's hinges hanging rusted
From the moisture in air
I declare my pardon anyway
For I daren't enter without warning
That's happened once before
It took me days to swim to shore
The voice of intuition
Lets me know to come inside
From here I actually feel the things
So I can then describe
I sit on giant petals
To peruse what I've not felt
Then shout above the crashing waves
To resonate through the pearly gates
To negotiate the thorn bush
Then become the warrior's bane
Only then can I tell you
After the words reach my limbs
How nimble I must be
Even though I'm rather simple
To feel and fetch and crawl
Then rule and fight
Bleed raw delighted
To let you know
That I'm not complex
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
*In office
got insulted
came out of meeting
……………………
her eyes shrinked
telegraphed sympathy
a state of helplessness
wanted me
back to normal
this session
what I call
experiencing
a true well-wisher!!*
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
I Cried
When problems were ahead
Facing and making some fade
Yet I fall a lot times
Yet I stood double up time
I cried
When friends meant everything
I fight for them,
ignite a light for them,
But yet,
The smile behind the face
explains something else
I cried when no one was their
No one to hear
I was shrinked
And left in cold
I cried in the sunshade
With the rainy sky
When the things
Which made me fly-high
Made me die
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
He that has a beard longer than the much he thinks
Tall so high that his dreams sound so short
To talk with a bass though act like a toddler
Terribly heavy in weight but more terrified than a burnt thief
Admires many and approaches non
He that lives in a dilema progress
his biggest thought stands worse than a lame joke
Bigger the size that the greatness shrinked to absolute incapability
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
"I promise, I'll do better."
My heart shrinked,
My body shuddered,
Everytime I hear that word.
Better, better, better.
Because I know how it feels,
Because I know how it hurts.
When you had give your best.
And it's still not enough.
Nothing is ever enough.
"I promise, I'll do better."
Tagging at the bottom of his shirt.
Grasping for that speck of hope,
He will not leave.
He left.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Ever sneak a glance at the stars
Realizing the flashing white lights
Imitates a team of soccer players
Kicking a ball through an open field
Offering sweat and heart to victory.
White as the night, the stars lay above,
Heavenly bodies rain hail of beauty
If only they could talk back
Tickle the fancies of astronomers
Tell the tale of a thousand nights
Accumulated in the dispersion of lights
Kissing goodbye to the canvas that is night
Earth bound stars shooting through the sky
Reached the grounds yet shined in the dark.
If only time was plenty and life was plenty more.
Memories of stars come and gone
Invisible to those who don't look to love
Shrinked to an infinitesimal
Surrendered lights of a burnt out star.
Yesterday's night differed from todays
Operated under a different hail
Umbrellas sheltering a different beauty.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:54 AM UTC