Welcome once more and herein find some of my poems
*Blue Man*
Before, he was born unable to speak
Out of the blue he made a whisper
Grew louder, the next day
His silent box faded with his tears of joy
Someone pressed his ears with the unkindest words
That encouraged, more than discouraged
his sprouting voice
Confidence won over his shaky voice overnight
Birds made a wind of music over his bald head
A flight of joy just above his shiny forehead
Several lives flew over his head
And occasionally made a dive for seeds in the list loam ong made him their king
His lips never ceased to sing
Ripped his box open, let the words out to the clouds
And the rain did come in the dark of the night
To the birds, he sang them blues he made himself
And they made nests on his shoulder
Ate a little, listened to his blues a lot
He moved his shoulder left and right till all the eggs
cracked with new short beaked birds
Some had to fly overhead,
his shoulders were broad no more
And he was called the man out of the blue
Blue man
Birds made a wind of music over his bald head
A flight of joy just above his shiny forehead
Several lives flew over his head
And occasionally made a dive for seeds in the
soft moist loam
Made him their king
His lips never ceased to sing
*Am a man, not happy*
Been trying to deep my body into happiness
But I quite don’t understand what happiness is
Sure I know tis not about the pleasures of this world
Tis not the heart that giveth and grumbles
Tis not about the things my hardwork have chained
Tis not about being alone,
Tis not about making lots of friends
Tis not about making enemies
Tis not the warmth, the comfort, my fortress gives
May be tis about love, and pain, am not sure
May be tis about growing tall, may be short
May be waiting for nature to gray my hair
Still that is not satisfactory
*Is It Crushing*
Somebody tell me
To my bones, to my eyes, the truth and not its specks
To my ears, through the wax, onto the soft bones
Down the drums, the busy nerves
To the troubled mind
May be to reassure my sorrowful soul
That hope still can gush out more heartbeats
Into my world
That my world is not crushing
That still my lips can wink a smile
Electrifying, to the blue eyes out there
That my heart still can beat in the rhythm regular
That my lungs still can fatten my rib cage
That my world escaped my torso yet
And I don’t have to cry
That my blue warm world won’t get cold
That fate doesn’t want to fraught it
That it won’t crush
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*A Lawyer Sat To Ponder*
Questions, several, kept his head spinning
And he talked to himself
Am a golden egg nested in law
So when I crack this shell tomorrow
My clients shall receive justice
But then whats justice?
Who is to blame for injustice, the law?
Law, someone says tis what it is
Another says law is what it ought to be
And I heard the young chick
already hatched
Claim, claim big time
That law makes murderers happier
than before
That lawyers are liars
Thought the parliament was
I mean, who legislates?
And when courts are all in smoke
Who is to blame?
And a second egg hatched himself
*A Celebration of a Life Well Lived*
Thinking of one person my life well loved
You could be here with me today
Now tis a decade, we miss you, need I say
Death thought your life was just all a play
Tricked you early into slumbers way
Filled your heart, blocked the beating ray
Left me and reality in a ceaseless fray
Gone, guess like burnt hay
Here I am penning as years decay
Celebrating a life well lived
*LUTHER’S PAINTS*
Mixed all colors, to make great paints
Gracing papers with this paint
With non-violence, capturing the eyes of:
our thoughts
our hearts
the future
every blind human
To:
scare away racism
to unite ussons of God
fill all eyes with peace
smack evil
And:
his paints won awards
he died, but the paints live
his dream lives
*MILITIA MINDS*
Kidnap a dozen children
Abduct several others
Extract their kidneys for sale
Bomb enemies
Trust no one
even oneself
Loot business premises
Take charge of diamond mines
Take control of gold mines
Manipulate oil workers
Manage banks
Make nightmares on innocent minds
All over the country
Shoot frogs
And frogs alike
Burn forests
Pollute water, air and soil
Take hostage of ship captains
Grab all the relief food
Shun daylight
Welcome darkness
Kill under moonlight
Defile a few children
Rape a few women
Slaughter them thereafter
Laugh
Dance
Wine
And strangle more
With non-violence, capturing the eyes of:
our thoughts
our hearts
the future
every blind human
To:
scare away racism
to unite us sons of God
fill all eyes with peace
smack evil
And:
his paints won awards
he died, but the paints live
his dream lives
*APPRECIABLE WOMAN*
Breasts full of highland juice
Fragnanced bosom
Her outlook rejuvinated
By a coloured shadow
Her arrival graced by white doves
Lips plum creamed
Her cheeks ceaselessly shine
Well carved diamond teeth
Lovely eyes
Blue eyebrows
Pearl of natural beauty
Soft hearted
Hard minded
No regrets wooing her
No regrets holding her hands
Walkin side by side
Chattin all the way home
Sleepin besides her
Leanin on her
Clinched a thousand precious stones
Climactic moments
In our lives
The right choice
The great choice
*AU MONDE DE JOUR ET NUIT*
Cest le matin
Le jour a commencer
Le jour vol
Les oiseaux se reveillent
Le coq de grand père cri
‘cocorico, cocorico, cocorico’
Les mouches se reveillent aussi
Ils volents sur des poubelles
Dans le jardin
Des rats mangeant du fromage
Les lapins sautent sur lherbe
En cherchant de la nourriture
A midi pile, je vois les serpents
Traversent les champs
En cherchant les rats et les grenouillles
Aprés avoir mange ils reste sur les roches
Sous le soleil
Les homes et les femmes
Travaillent dans leurs bureaux
Les enfants sont a l;école
Ils prennents leurs cours
Ils jouent avec de sable
Dèja le soleil est disparu dans louest
Je nentends plus les cris des oiseaux
Les sserpents sont rentré dans leurs trous
Les lapins dans leurs cachettes,
Les rats courent sur le tois-
De granier de maïs et d’haricots
La nuit et dèja la
La lune et les étoiles
Brillent le cieux
Toutes est calme
Quelques gens mangeant
dans leur maisons
meme au restaurant
Les autre dèja sendort
Les autres s embrassent avec leurs bien aimé
Les voleurs sont actif dans le noire
Plusieurs transmettent le VIH aux autres
Les autres polluent lenvironment-
*TELL ME*
For how do you praise a woman?
When she sees you less frequent
When you see her twice
See none of her, for months
Longing to play sweet songs
To touch & smile
To rivet her love to mine
To smelt it red and shape it our own way
To add her a friend, the *lover* so patient me
To add her another my mother
To cry, to shed drops of tears
To praise her character
Appreciate her beauty, lure her everywhere
Yearn for her love & earn it
To plant trees of love
To let her moist breath curl my hair
To nourish her world
On her green dress, pin a rose
Touch her face & gently tap her earlobes
Shape myself to the man she wants
My love won’t shame you
Your second name, I substituted it with joy
Anticipating a yoke of love
Your love, I believe it can be trusted
Your love, probably, would heal my hurts
The hem of your love, probably,
would give me a new meaning to live
Without your true love, my love becomes blunt
Would you become my flute of sweet tunes?
Tunes to freshen the air I breathe
Air so rear, so lethal, to soothe my nostrils
Air to man my destiny
Air so rear, that it kills love from other women
Your beauty shames *man-eaters*
Smear my love all over your body
Am waiting for yours.
your poems are good and captivating Philos. Keep on the Poetry fire burning.
I love poems so much and enjoy writting and reading them. All the best!
Thank you very much. I think I should add more pieces of my work for readers, though gradually.
excellent writing. keep writing and happy blogging.
Hi Philos, Nice piece of art.Keep up the good work.Your poems are great and they are worth staying wide awake at night to read.
Thank you for your comment Brian. Am trying to come up with a poetry collection and you will be the first people to know about it. Any way thanks and have a good evening.