FROZEN TEARS...

 Dreams of my fertile morning…pregnant with rays of sunshine!
 Drinking pains of joy… as a bedding soiled by lovers’ spilt wine!
 Dreams of a morning sun…peeping with a handmade smile!
 Morning dews hiding…brightness sending darkness a mile
 Alas! My morning arrives with showers of fears!
 My awoken eyes blinded... by frozen tears!

Dreams of my teenage day…to google...to behold!
 Showering in sweats…at each other we ogle…tight we hold
 Dreams of a day-time journey…roller coaster of endless picnic!
Birds giggling...Butterflies dancing…no scents of panic!
 Alas! My day arrives with razor-sharp shears!

 My sun-lit candles…murdered by frozen tears!

 Dreams of my adult-hood night…sensational as a Monte-Carlo circus!
 Untying our nerves…blue-flamed visions melting our focus!
 Dreams of night-long lyrics...passion-pitched melodies of an opera!
 Stars blushing…..clouds stripping…bewitched by our steamy acapella!
 Alas! My night arrives with blocked ears!

 My kiss-ripe lips…..coated by frozen tears!

Ooh…dreams of my morning, my day…my night…
 Feathering my wings for a love-plane flight
 Dreams of us soaring above…partying in care-free clouds
 Engines moaning…pilot dozing...hostesses nude in glass-clear shrouds!
 Alas! My dreams arrive wounded by blood-fed spears!

 My love- plane….crashed by frozen tears!

 Ooh Poor dreams….whose waters burst my stream
 Ooh channel-less stream…. whose depth made me scream
 Ooh buried screams...whose sounds hugged dead ears…
 Ooh frozen tears…whose melting  took many years…
 Yes! Passing years…whose days oiled my scars!
 Yes! Proud scars…whose memories withered with time…

 Ooh healer time... that tickled my  tears to sublime…

2010©Meshack Sewe(both the image and the poem are copyrighted)

hmmm...tears are creams that sooth dusty souls....disappointment is a life's lesson that teaches you that life never disappoints!.....Recovery is a preparation for a more tormenting Discovery Time....ooh with time, you can hang yourself......or loosen the rope off your bloody neck!!!hmm....

IMPRISONED POET...

Ooh..Imprisoned Poet..
Why strain your pen with pieces so novel and intricate.....?
Belittling natural nectar that charms souls to communicate? 
Ooh..Imprisoned Poet..
Why sketch your portraits using others as a template....?
Not digging your soul for pictures all crave to contemplate?
Ooh..Imprisoned Poet...
Why remove your virgin hat fearing you'll be judged..?
Isn't poetry a free dance whose members are self-charged? 
Ooh..Imprisoned Poet..
Why fear scalpels of fierce poetic surgeons...?
Isn't poetry spiritual and sacred as pigeons?
Ooh..Imprisoned Poet..
Why wrestle with timed-desire, tire, perspire and soon expire?
Isn't poetry an inspiration, a passion, a burning fire, with no retire?

 2010©Meshack Sewe

 Hmmm...on one hand, this is my little encouragement to aspiring poets like myself,!...who find themselves imprisoned by fear of being judged... by hasty desires of being the best.....by theories that a poem MUST always be as complicated as a brain surgery for it to be acceptable!!!...ON THE OTHER HAND, this targets "artificial" poets who think poetry is a "crafty art" that calls for only a pen and paper, void of deep and powerful artistic meaning and inspiration.....