Friday, July 6, 2012

Motherhood


                                                    
To all mothers far and near
aspiring and….. in care
I hope you lend a listening ear
To…these words, these adjectives… this emotive flare
which cannot begin to express your love… unconditional
Even as I’m here I ask your permission to share
my immature understanding of your love and devotion
Your love is like: the breeze, untainted….. abundant, and all encompassing
Like a stream: ever flowing and soothing to every organism on earth
you birth a testimony
From the orphan to the handicap
From the abandoned to the homeless
From the hopeless to the fearless

It matters when you speak a word to calm our fears
It matters when you hold our hands and dry our tears
Even matters when you clean our room and box our ears

But even as a child my immaturity didn’t lend the reason you defend my childhood,
my womanhood……and yes, my motherhood
And for those men: manhood and fatherhood

You are a Queen…and from your wisdom we can face the struggles, we can the fight the fight, we can embrace the victory!
You give your all still when we fall
With those words you scold “you mould your destiny!”

To those women who lost
For it was Mary who cried and led the days in misery
As her son JESUS CHRIST paid the cost at Calvary…
your strength remains a mystery
because even after death
She cured…his body

To those women who heal because of healing
You pave the path for strong women in history…
Esther, Mary Magdalene and Niomi
Apostles, Pastors and Ministers
Just know that we need you
From a word to a hug
We bless you
And your words when spoken
Mends…. the broken hearted
and so this is
To…..Those mothers who sacrifice their worth
Fetching the burden of pass regrets and present hurts
We love you!….and if you mess up, God loves you!…. it’s not too late!
To clean up and make up
Dress up and wake up to a life renewed
But so often you are judged and your loved ones don’t care
But God removes the smear…. Of poverty, pride, vanity, calamity,
all strongholds and your future he holds, dearly
To the pinnacle because he knows that you are miracle

To all women with or without
To all women abused and delinquent
To all siblings who are mothers
To those fathers who are mothers
To those mothers who are fathers
i pray that these words
Swell your happiness
And Feed your strength
To keep on!..Keeping on

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Best Friend (T.H.E.O)


(The piano plays with... a soft blend of the harp)


His footsteps exhaust familiar... tracks


To and fro he wanders and travels to relive....


Memories of dried leaves, rough bark that wears... scars and scratches of a cub’s....


Of..... a bear”s






(The piano plays, soft sobs, tender strokes of moist fur)






To warm hearts and welcome memories


They danced in a mind’s circus: fierce wheels


Memories of sharp paws on clean suits,


Walks just before heaven’s gleam seals






The piano plays ever so softly


With a fading harmony (orchestrated harmony)






the moon’s bliss, train tracks now rusty


And blizzards....autumn






A man’s best friend: Hachik


Retracing his master’s steps touching with life


Beneath soiled daisies


For after a while comes the rescue form a tedious tarry






Like a dove, to remind a deserving friend


imprints of love.... that may never end













"Peas in a Pod"



In the dark

a... single beam shines brightest

at the mouth of the tunnel

the hand is anaemic


The glass is almost full and...senses,

The drop of a fresh flavour

Rings that sink at the juncture

Rings that summon your aim

To stare at you it’s hardly the same

motto



Monochrome: we’ve found a colour to match a voice

Fingers are moist...from the absence of friendship

And the invitation for intimacy

My mind unravels with yours

New revelation still abhors

But sprouts spores of truth and reality

It’s not a dream that in less time

You know my life

And add to it.....meaningfully



Are we meant to be?

I know your ways

Why can’t you see that....you host a tongue

to praise?

Only His consent is necessary....



Like the enigma you are

I hope this journey clears... the scars...

......of prejudice.....



Like the enigma you are

I hope... this journey... carries us far...



lone soldier



Life complicates sometimes the steps of a traveller

Beckoning the name of the lone soldier

Who fights in fear and hope that

the experience completes a depleted soul



who holds... the shoulder that slouch to reality

and raises the head that hangs to the floor, catches

the tear that boils on sun cracked soil

and patches the wheel that punctures on

a ride of turmoil



Who is the lone soldier?

Is it the feet that blisters on careless tracks

and suffers timid minds to lies and

... scorn?

The child without dreams still buries its head in soft feathers?

The criminal attempting to fill the hollow with bodies and bid his soul free?

The glamour and glee of a homeless vagrant?

Or is it the poet that writes without impulse

But reads to ignite the inevitable



As wings spread to fly....

the social instinct kicks in

Win the fight with heart and might

For.....the thought alone thaws....the cold

And animate the reflection that serves two fold



Who is the lone soldier now?



Tuesday, January 10, 2012

In times like these

In times like these I live with cuts and bruises that are healed with the truth of sweet verses that nurses and inspires
And reaffirm the right, the God-given right to the skin I wear...
the skin I’m in...

Falling to the floor is the mask I wear...the clothing without slave imprints to tell who i am
Falling... is the mind that is programmed for the western stage
I drop all stereotypes and upheavals and lies about my roots’ struggles and
lies... about ....my faith
To ashes I’ll watch the blaze of hate

In times like these I inhale the incense that burn,
and move to the rhythm of drums and hum to the melody of a new morn
In these times I marvel in gleam of colour, and allow my voice to release the tentacles of prose to weave the fraying fibres of self and heighten minds and
souls to unleash the spiritual being within....

In times like these i plug my ears and flip....
off the board to plunge and be baptised
Once again... to wash, to cleanse, to cure, to love, to embrace
The woman I’m destined to be...
I hope by now you can see... that with....... poetry by my side

I am free....





I want a love

I want a love that tosses me head over heels and under
One that is written in novels and drowns my troubles
And sets my thoughts in tune with the rhythm of my partner
One that is painless, boundless, fearless and sober

I want a love that would make me laugh....on any note and anywhere...and cry
Cry a river flow of happiness and joy
A love that shows and glows from my hair follicles to my toe nails

I want a love that is protected and respected
One that shows hope of a silver lining even when all that surrounds is a dark cloud
Like the shimmer of moon shine on timid ocean waves or the incense of fragrant candles that entices the senses even.... at... a.... stunted.... crooked.. end

 I want a love that is real...a love that heals and cures.... heals and cures...heals and cures  when my thoughts... are in a mess
Without condition and bitterness
Only the wild, secure tumble of volcanic emotion
And through my pen should trickle verses of insight
A love that is right
Build me new wings to fly so at times when I can’t walk I’ll soar to the sky
A love that is instinctive, addictive and faithful
A love that makes music out of consonants.... (Hummmmmm............ Jill Scott)
As the slow rhythmic beat of the drum sink into the melody of soft strings.... on a
Spanish Guitar and.... the harmony of an old polished flute....

I want a love that is equal
For even as we’re mute and even as we sleep
our hearts must beat to the heat of a song........... Eternal



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How does the  incandescent shade  mirror the lines,
expressions and wrinkles of veined leaves,
curious eyes and bumble bees....on...Monday

Humid, bright and mundane

My eyes peel against the dimensions of the room but it doesn't..
matter where the wind blows or how the sun sets 
my body will remain still to cast the shadow of time


Silence is a microphone for the smooth-feathered flock, over head

and the blades of the fan seemingly clatter to dry...my...tears...
the quiet bunch of keys are bells..........and Silence.....the speakers!

My ears clasp against glass doors to hear the somersault of preserved.....species

Suddenly, i sink even deeper to visualize some semblance of rescue


The raft is rocking now, head submerged but life lingers still...at the surface....
through a straw

"icy" lips dust frost on my cheek and too, strips "naked" and humble...i liked it
for only a while



my fingers shiver to the the intensity of an athletes' heart....but i'll be dry....the sun
will peep out soon and i'll be....


I'll be dry...