HELP ME SMILE

Bit by bit life grows
Its feathers as dark as hell’s crows!
Its thorns pierce and stab
We all... hunting for a healing tab..
But please, help me  smile
…For a sad face will bring me death!

Placed on my back is a heavy burden
Boiling in my mind is a pool of confusion
And caressing my soul is unknown identity.
But please, help me smile
For a smile might open my eyes…

The clouds gathering up above
Might burst and darken my today..
Thunder’s voice is scary…..
Threatening to strike when I least expect.
But please, help me smile
For a smile might give me strength

Swelling in my eyes are rivers of pain
I’ve toiled all day with no tangible gain
I'm  orphaned, despised, a victim of AIDS
I am dejected, homeless, no help, no aids…
But please, help me smile
For a smile might bring me hope…

Copyright©2009 Meshack sewe

......Inspired by an online friend's face-book post after she visited needy children.....and how important it is to make a sad face smile....when you think you're helpless with nothing material to offer  suffering souls, well, don't worry...just try to make them smile.......it will make a big difference in their lives.....

NO LONGER MY LOVE

 I recall soft cotton smiles we shared...
Each others hand we religiously caressed
But you tricked me into your house
And turned me into your spouse
No longer am I your love
Since you turned me into a wife!

Our love was floating in cobwebs of fun
In all my happy games, you were my “MAN U” fan!
Everyone knows…I was your dove!
But now …you treat me as used glove!
No longer am I your love
Since you turned me into a wife!

To our little girl your love has gone
Not knowing how painful I’m left alone
All the pet names you’ve turned to our Wendy
Sparing non for your ones candy!
No longer am I your love…
Since you turned me into a wife!

Outings, warm chats, pillow-fighting… all gone by the wind
Ooh..how I wish you can rewind….
The promises you made to make me happy
The gifts you gave with excitements of a puppy!
My heart I gave believing you were the best
Now here we are…your mind facing west!
No longer am I your love.
Since you turned me into a wife!

On your door I plead and knock
How I miss those days of my crowing cock!
My Tiger Woods you’ve changed…a Super Golfer in many a hidden dens!
My Clinton you are not the same… an Obama  for younger Mitchel hens!
No longer am I your love
Since you turned me into a wife.
Copyright©2009 Meshack Sewe
 
In this poem, I tried to tailor myself in some married women’s dresses……attempting to expose what many married women undergo after tying the knot! It’s also a healthy doze for the unmarried……grass is always greener on the other side!!!......But once you reach there, it is a big surprise when you find everyone toothless and chewing dry soil! True… green grass only grows when constantly watered…..hmmm…tedious indeed…..talk of life’s sacrifices and challenges…..that’s the way it is!!!!!.

YOU ARE THE ONE!

I guess I felt lonely and lost

Dreaming as most…

Insane like a few

Struggling like a Jew

Cold as Kilimanjaro dew

Fermenting like a wedding brew

Far a way as a sea-crew

But thank God- I’m in love

And my love is you!

Now that my love you’re away

I swim in your sweet memories everyday

Missing you than any word can say

And darling every night I pray

For our love neither to rock nor sway

I know there are forces ready to slay

Willing to celebrate as workers on May!

On you honey, my love I lay

Thank God I’ve known love

And my love is you!

Whenever I saw you unwell, I know exactly what I felt,

Whenever you were sad, I know exactly what I felt

Whenever I saw and touched your tears, I know exactly what I felt

Whenever I saw you smile and laugh, I know exactly what I felt,

When I touched and kissed you, I know how exactly what I felt

Thank God I FELT LOVE

And my love is you!

Copyright©2005 Meshack sewe

TEARS FOR SOMALIA

A hard bone....... I beg to pick…

With those whose hearts no poet can prick

If I serve my poems on plates of pain

Will they miss its contents so bare as plain?

If I paint it with their dark colours of death
Will they crave to choke my tear-filled breathe?

Innocent souls are burning ….dark smoke engulfing their future
As each day passes, they feed on torture...

Once a smiling Somalia, now a wicked- dance-hall of hell!

Endless rains of trauma, amidst the innocent, killers dwell.....

If religion be the reason, why guns and bombs?

God's word is peace….not mountains of tombs!

God bless Somalia...Allahuakubar!!Allahuakubar!

God's ears are opened…..His mighty sword never far!

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

Lamentation poem following the death of those killed by a suicide bomber in Somalia-my friend ,Gideon Chumo,  inspired me to write the poem following his FB post about suffering Somalis