DOVE I LOVED

You would stare at me

With blue serene eyes

That would instantly melt my soul

Many a nights you would embrace me

Under your soft warm wings

You would then scale the heights

To the highest point of my mind

There perch on the crescendo

Of romance unfathomable

With your warm feathers

You would caress my manhood

Till I drown in your passionate moods

Oh! And your homely nest

So warm I had swore

Forever I’d your pest.

Till your blue serene eyes turned pepper

Soft wings became thorny

Till you scaled to the highest peak of pride

There perching on the climax

Of humiliation unbearable

Till your warm feathers turned cold

So frozen that I could no longer hold

Till your homely nest

Oh homely nest could no longer house me

Till your love for me you threw away.

CALL FROM HELL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine a call from hell
One filling you with such a cruel spell
Telling you to slay your dear wife
To defile your innocent daughter
To behead your humble neighbour.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Satan himself on the other side of the line

Whispering to you that witchcraft is just fine

His sweet voice caressing your soul

Cunningly filling hate into your dining bowl.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Lucifer soothingly promising you heaven

Be corrupt, unto you wealth will be given

Pleading with you not to hung up

As he pours wickedness into your cup.

 

Imagine a call from hell

Ringing with such a romantic flow

That your heart leaps and your eyes glow

Your fingers vibrate yearning to pick the receiver

Ready to hear from the death giver.

 

Be wary my soul brothers and sisters

Be very afraid of the next call on your soul-phone

Less it’s from a demon with a crooked horn

Be very careful my people

Less before you reason again

With a deathly curse you will be gone.

AM I TO BLAME?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it true I'm a teeenage goon
That I be reprimanded  this soon.

 

Is it true I, ghetto girl, dress indecently

That I’m a rape victim constantly

 

Is it true I'm a seasoned bandit
That I'm accused of crimes I didn't commit

 

Is it true that all I do is to hurl insults

That I’m always a victim of my husband’s brutality

 

Is it true that I’m to blame

For all the woes that befall me?

AFRICAN PRINCESS

If I were the rainbow

I’d paint colours of joy on your generous heart

That the jealous world may always envy

Your gorgeous presence in it.

If I were the heavenly stars

I’d twinkle on your white angelic eyes to days on end

That they reflect the gentleness, the softness in you

Softness of wool on an African mountain ewe.

If I were the romantic moon

I’d smile, smile n smile

On your gentle full lips never to cease

Forever you’d be at ease.

If I were a cool breeze

I’d blow your African attire to flow harmoniously

With your bouncy shapely swaying hips

That when you pass men salivate and blow up their fly zips.

If I were the sun

I’d always shine on your striking round face

I’d radiate your life in times of darkness

I’d shelter you from third -world male harshness.

If I were the rain

I’d shower your fine dark mysterious pigment

That the black Africa in you

May evermore puzzle all humanity.