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I have been a leaf,a spineless leafwho jumps, atevery word of the wind. I have grown in size,grown like a mighty seayet like the tides,I swim at the sound of every ‘quest. But I am a being,a human beingwho should knowthat ‘No’,is also a response. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I …
If we’re as plainas our little ones if we seekto admit and amend, our love will grow. If we treadon this sincere path,we nurture itlike a tender seedling and it will glowwith many flowers. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I Became a Man, here
Come down! Save yourself! Arrogant croaky baritoneschanting away mockingly;tiny sassy voices, singing along Partly assured, partly in fearTheir eyes wandered upand down, and everywhere Come down! Save yourself! As though they’d believe If for a moment, He did Come down! Save yourself! If for a moment, He didwhat would have become of usand our faith? …
When I ask you to give,I am telling you to live Do you not give some airto get a flow of breath? When you want a life,do you not bring your cells? When I ask you to give,I am telling you to live Do you not let fluid outto renew with water? Do you not …
Often times, my hormonesThey come and sayLet’s have some funLet’s go buddyBody, let’s go. And I’ll say to them,A man under authorityAlways heeds,the last order.
At first we wondered, when he said,“bring them to me” But his wordswere no humour. Five small loaveswent beyond five hungry men. With every tear,each loaf stretched outeach fish lengthenedas though power was in every hand! Soon, five thousand menhad their fill -Like they rarely did.Women and children,thousands, satisfiedWith leftovers, enoughfor a dozen families All …
Fly one wayLike a fugitive seeking asylumKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly another wayLike a refugee in urgent needKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly many waysLike seeds scattered by the sowerKnock many doorsSee if house owners are home,ready and willing. Dwell a dayNay, …
Famished and stranded in a lonely desert,there wasn’t a glimmer of hopethat a wilting treewith leftover cherrieswas waiting somewhere Tempted and distraught,there wasn’t a modicum of assurancethat some unfortunate treethat was waiting somewherewould satisfy even halfa quarter of them But meat like rainand bread like dewwas the invention of Yahwehin a parched and dreary land …
Things are awryNothing is workingPrices are goin’ up Top guns aren’t sorryMore mess they’re creatingCorruption is eating us up Yes, conditions are drearyInstitutions are wastingBut we won’t let up Truly, many are wearyPeople are dyingBut we won’t give up The future seems scaryBut we won’t give inNo, we won’t give up! We won’t always worryWe’ll …
Again I’m torn,between slumber and awakening The rooster’s crow,like a nagging childpesters again and again. Maybe he’ll be famousEven if just for his musicMaybe he won’t. But he’ll be backto sing perpetuallyinto our tired ears:Coo-coo-roo-cooHe’ll keep his duty,till there’s a coupand he is cooked Or his time is overand he has to report. Like him, …
