Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
UNFIT
More confusing
Than convincing
More repelling
Than appealing
More concealing
Than revealing
More killling
Than healing
More pessimistic
Than optimistic
More plastic
Than realistic
More so rusty
Extremely lusty
Than loving.
DETERMINATION
Stopping at nothing but the best
Sure it's sweet to pass life's test
Impediments though a pain
Courage is sure and plain
Hard-to-crack has become of humble tactics
Proving wrong all critics
Low spirit forever forgotten
Fear dead and rotten
Inspiration leads to determination
Determination bears satisfaction.
TYRANTS
Glorious leaders
Power seekers
Visionary opportunists
Riding on white horses
Running down expectationsManifesto hookers
Loyal in daylight
Nocturnal dictators.
Rapacious beasts
By polls molified
By riches propelled
Foes of progress
Foisted by dogma
Tutors of ethnicity
Tyrants, graduates
Of neo-colonialism
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
HIDDEN PAIN
Staring with a smile
On your eyes that reveal
So much agony
Of the weeping heart in you
Standing erect and straight
On a limping bent skaleton.
Hiding pain
In pearls of laughter,
on you, I see a nature's
Good course
In you, I feel fate's
Misfortune
You, a modelled idolOf smeared happiness.
DATE WITH GRANNY
Once had a date with granny
Expecting she had something to offer
From her generous cashful coffer
So broke was I, and needed some money
So didn't mind her stale honey
Close to her on the BMW's backseat
I felt the warmth of her treasures
Fondling her never to quit
I forgot to take neccesary measures
So I followed her deep into the pit
Down her old and sickly ventures
With my own youthful feet
I danced to the tune of a death beat.
INTIMATE ILLUSIONS
I
In your sleep dear, I heard you talk
Talk of mysteries I didn't fathom
Talk of endless life and love
Darling, I heard you talk
Of the reserve in your soul
Specially preserved for me.
You talked of cool sunny beaches
A romantic breeze to soothe our company
But, where were those beaches
You mentioned them, shouted
With an intimate smile, "Hey, see there"
You even carresed me soothingly
In your sleep.
In your slumber you vowed
Swore by your grandmother's name
Never to abandon me
My love, in your dream trip
You promised to be sweet to me
To be my maiden forever
Before you hugged and kissed me
In your sleep.
DESTITUTE( For soldier-boys of D.R.Congo and Sierra Leone)
Destitute
Product of human
Vengeance
Young tender finger
Firmly on the trigger
Desperate
Unmothered, untethered
Soldier-boy
Dogmatized
Dramatizing real
Slaughter
Rocket grenade
On the shoulder
Drugged disorder
Destitute
Massacre tailored
Murder oriented
From peace alienated
Destitute
Destined to servanthood
Hooded in inhumanity.
Monday, December 20, 2010
MY POLITICAL MIND
My political mind
Has turned me to one
Who doesn't mind
One with a dead conscience
One suffering from memory lapse.
My political mind
Has made my sense of reason hard to find
All I think of is me, me......and only me
Me and mine, not we
Even cold-blood inhumanity I can't see.
My political mind
Has turned me to a beast
Clamouring in a human blood feast
About my neighbour I care the least
So much lost in tribal mist.
My political mind
Has me in a death ring like a pawn
Fighting my fellow paupers
Yet I don't care to moan
That overdue is our democratic dawn.
My political mind
Has me standing by my foes
Those very demagogue politicains
Responsible for IDPs woes
So to the Hague they shouldn't go.
My political mind
Has propelled me to the streets
Shouting, not caring about justice jist
Just the jingle of pennies
That propels my fanatical mind.
My political mind
Has made me a vampire of some kind
My political mind
Chains me like a slave
Oppressed yet lacking liberation crave
My political mind
Makes me kill
Then shout in discontent
When truth beans are spilled
My political mind
Makes me think Hague is vague
My political mind
Is the reason I'm blind
Oh my political mind
Is the only sound reason
I'm politically blind.
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