Change
to happiness expressed warmly
Look
Listen
to every moment valuable
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I've loved books from an early age and it came as no surprise to my family when I started writing. Books made me happy and I hope to do the same for others.
Change
to happiness expressed warmly
Look
Listen
to every moment valuable
If only you knew
I wish you could understand
The power behind self love
And your preciousness despite size
Yes, you will take a lot of shit
Grateful for scraps and tidbits
From lovers who could never measure
Yes, you will make mistakes
But do not dwell on regrets
For the well traveled road to healing
Will direct you to the right path
On that road, you will learn to love YOU
Even if others don’t
A spoonful of foggy dreams
from a shelf made of fir
Pour into your cup of coffee
‘Twill make you come alive
And do not forget
to add a sliver of moonbeam
Now, you can handle anything
Concrete or unseen
On the day Mary was alone
She tried to create her clone
She worked with deep brown soil
Slaving away in wasted toil
‘Cos Man was dust plus life force
A special blend of blood and bone
He was a man of cloth
A minister
and mere mortal
He took communion
Broke chastity
Lived without confession
He never took the cloth off
A world separate from worlds
Where spectral bodies roam
without limits
They watch the good and bad
Young and old
Protecting and observing
Maybe they love too
We’ll never know
For they live but are not part of life
Let me in, darling
Don’t lock me out
I lost my spare key
Took you for granted
Let me in, darling
A second chance
Dark wolves encircle
You are my safety
I sat on an old wishing chair
A whining, rickety one at that
I said, “To Paris, away with flair
But it stood there looking like a doormat
” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care”
“I must see Notre Dame and the city of art”
But the chair shook me off, I almost fell by my hair
Then I threatened to pull it piece by piece apart
” No, you won’t”, it said, “you see I have no pair”
“Get off, I prefer kids, not adults so fat”
I screamed and tore at my thick black hair
Jumping and snarling like an angry cat
I woke up sweating on my bed soft and dear
The old wishing chair faded like ghosts of past
Darkness
Dementors
Dejection
Join hands in tandem
Happiness
Ameliorators
Affection
Swim faraway ibidem
He might be here tomorrow
He might not (more…)
My mother is a great cook
You can tell from the tantalizing aroma that wafts through the kitchen doors
Swinging between sweet and savoury
My taste buds ache with lingering torture
pulling me to the source and the end
Egusi soup made of vegetable, sweat and determination
Teach me to trust in the work of my hands
I won’t have to tell
Good results will do the shouting