AWOKEN SOUL!

HAIRS WILL GREY...

2011-12-01T10:56:00.000-08:00

Tarmac road feeds on torture….as wheels harvest life’s highway mileage

Opposing wind wheezes in pain…pedals pressed to chase mirage

Slow-down sign posts thrown into pits…destination lyrics sang in haste

Tortoise sermons pass by unheard…inflated egos with patience as waste

Safety belts endure rough escapades…pedestrians greeted with fumes backward

At last! A long drive comes to a halt…no flames of zeal to move forward

Tubeless tires embrace deflation…traffic jam ignites frustration

Pleasure-baked urgencies die off…diluted by dusk’s burning exhaustion

Sleep-fed night sighs… relieved of darkness labor pain

Sweet baby Sun is born …warmly received as summer rain

Slumber land joys drowned… by courtship kisses of day-time deals

Pregnant sweat streams burst…toilers' nails hunt for daily meals

Youthful teeth laugh at the old… drunk of temporary daylight thrust

At last! A tired day retires…all bones soaked in wools of rust

Life-combed hairs surrender their glow…dressed in uniforms all grey

Green grasses doze off…turned to dead dry heaps of hay!

Queen of olive skin to live and die for...flamboyantly natural as tropical garden

Alluring scent leaving senses paralyzed…true rainbow colours of a proud maiden

Flamingo legs with feathers to match…sky is the limit with life at its peak

Packages exposed for eyes to devor…ripe fruits pricked when currencies speak

Motherhood dreams roasted alive…bed time stories with strange subscribers

At last! Olive skin dries…no more Networks from Service Providers!

Wardrobe mirror stares in pain…no wrinkled hand to sooth an aging face

Perfume bottles all turned antique…no fruits of love to hold and embrace.

2011©Meshack Sewe

Tik! Tok! Tik! Tok!!..Our speedy and carefree lifestyle not withstanding....our hairs will slowly and surely grey....and we shall be humbled..

TOO LATE...

2011-09-23T04:21:00.000-07:00

Drugged zombies…haunted by stained compassion… and passion

Licking black blood… of illusion… and confusion

Reciting dead prayers…both symbolic… and hyperbolic!

Dancing in toxins…all ionic… and chronic!

But now…it’s too late…all sanity gone… foregone!

Cockroaches on heat…in dark love “spark”

Scampering for cover…from light each night

Cramped in cracks…no space for race

Dreaming of morsels…in bins of sins!

But now…it’s too late… all guilt drank… sank!

Champion stallion…amused by a colt’s revolt

Trotting in leisure...laughing at filly’s willy

Pacing down-slope…as a rider’s strider

Galloping away… from a mare’s stare

But now…it’s too late…all hooves torn… worn!

Sweet Katrina gone insane…now a hurricane!

Carefree agitations….as night time erections!

Married to Sarus cranes…mating in murky lanes

Leaking nest unthatched…cursed eggs unhatched

But now…it’s too late…all wings broken…heartbroken!

2011©Meshack Sewe
hmmm....in life,when our wicked ways, secret schemes, or shameless pride take us too far , too far to appreciate others for their worthiness...too far to recover all those we have lost...a time comes for paying the full price...when it's TOO LATE ...so, beware!...before it's too late!...

SHATTERED GLASS...

2011-08-24T00:03:00.000-07:00

Green-eyed darkness swallows my thirsty sight

Walls in vain I beseech… for an escape site

Solemn prayers I murmur… answered by echoes of light

My glass… smiles with hope…dressed in rays so bright

In relief I soar… as a desert kite

Free at last… free at last… from gloom’s fury bite

But now… my glass is shattered…I ‘m a homeless mite!

Untamed lightening winks…its sharp voice astounds

My glass… parries all fears…gobbling deafening sounds

A murderous spider crawls … away from soaked mounds

My glass… oils its path……destination reversed to grounds!

Glutton vampire …on my trails…with pangs of bloodhounds

My glass… blocks all my scents…external stiffing never counts

But now… my glass… is shattered…I ‘m trapped where risk abounds!

A great paradox…my eyes see not my face!

My mirror… how loyal...defines me with grace…

Forward sings my vision…undressing contents of lace!

My glass… back-spies…keen on dangers to trace

A tired foot curses… in pain…too tortured to keep pace

My glass… magnifies my strength…keeping me in the race

But now… my glass… is shattered…I’m drowning in mucky disgrace!

2011©Meshack Sewe

Hmmm...our lives are full of "glasses".....which often get shattered......leaving us in tatters!

BLEEDING KNEES...

2011-06-28T13:26:00.000-07:00

On shy chameleon legs….I ones came…

Before thee, a heartless flame!

From a muttering tongue…my pleas oozed…

But…alas!.. your ears had long dozed!

Bundles of sin…to confess I hold

Drunk of my fill…of every cold scold

Will you let go….as now I plead?

Shall I be dismissed-a millipede ‘playing dead’?!

On my bleeding knees I now crawl…

Thirsty for relief….not a suicide brawl…

Your feathered scalp…I ones explored…

Surrendering each strand….how you implored!

Sipping our wines…of joy and delight…

But, alas! …lightening struck…with blessings of blight!

Bitter fumes condensed….stripping your haggard breath!

Emotions executed…. torn heart cursing to death!

Will you let go…..as now I scream…?

Shall I be tossed- a dry leaf on stream?!

On my bleeding knees I now burn!

Offering my ashes….ready for about-turn…

2011©Meshack Sewe

Hmmm....a personal reflection....on how sometimes we feel overburdened by our own emotional loads....and crave for relief... by swallowing our pride....owning up....and saying "I'm sorry, please forgive me"

SOON...IT WILL BE!

2011-05-28T13:29:00.000-07:00

Insane night-rain …loudly weeps and pounds…

Ejecting termites from their paradise mounds…

Bright darkness paints their virgin eyes blind

Flamboyant wings nipped by drunkard wind

On land they land...in shock, nude and cold

Lusty eyes laugh…glutton tongues spread as mold

Their fate… soon sealed…with traps they can’t spell

Their past…soon history…. temporary tales to tell

A tired Sun dies smiling….burying a sweaty day’s fright

Homeless bird inhales…frozen fumes of mist all night!

A hosting tree cries foul…abused by bird’s care-free poop

Leaves’ chilly tears flow …deformed feathers scared of swoop

Irritated branches fight back… lone visitor pushed and tossed!

Hunger burns for a new day….far from a host damn crossed

Bells of dawn…soon ring… melodies spiced with optimism

Time to nest…soon arrives…no more patching on fatalism

Days of a kitten…pampered by warmth of kitchen

Endless games of scrabble…chasing feathers of chicken

Innocent paws craving to tease and tickle…wrestling bored dog-tail

Live rat-meal tortured with joy… its death casual as serving cocktail!

Siblings play hide-and-seek…scratching, jumping, and stalking under

Purrs and meows resonate….lullaby licks of fur before slumber

Playful days…soon wither…..no more roles of indoor kitty

A new error with new errors…soon descend...with its nitty-gritty

2011©Meshack Sewe

My personal reflection on how SOON situations change..with soon you'll never tell... a life to behold radiating richness on a face...SOON defaced with shutters of joy SOON shattered...left in tatters....with SOON a frowning moon SOON wears a romantic smile.....buried dreams spout with life..hmm...just wait....& SOON you'll notice that SOON surely comes!!!!!

ENDLESS DREAMS...

2011-03-27T10:57:00.000-07:00

I had a Desert dream…

Devouring seedless Kalahari dates!

I journeyed through a hot sand-filled stream

Thirst burnt my throat… with passions of first love dates

Tossed by fighting dusts…I heard a whirlwind scream

On vampire rocks I landed…my dreams turned to slates

Together all pieces I glued…ready for a new Oasis dream!

I had a Space dream…

Attending moon’s grand wedding in Mars!

I flew through clouds… playing hide and seek with sunbeam

Weeping rain blurred my vision of flirting stars

Bruised by floating ice… I craved for a blanket of steam

Blinded by a bully flash…a rogue thunder ruptured my old scars

My wounds I nursed…ready for a new Solar dream!

I had a Sea dream….

Swimming with dolphins amidst cheering corals!

Evading storms… explored depths starved of gleam

Hunted by sharks with blood-stained morals

Abused by drunken whales…far from rescue team

On a mucky shore my soul awoke…deformed as ghost murals

My frozen hands I warmed…ready for a new Transatlantic dream!

I had a Poetic dream…

Sculpturing lyrics of sonnets… painted with rhymes of a rainbow!

Mind hypnotized…I massaged my soul with an inspirational cream

Wild weeds of free verses broke in…dressed in rags of a scarecrow

My pen glided in shock as a hacked classified live stream

On senseless stanzas… each reader frowned like a broken bow

Wasted words I erased…ready for a new Shakespearean dream!

2011©Meshack Sewe

The best way to conquer broken dreams is dreaming new dreams!!..This is my special dedication to a friend of mine who perished in a road accident with all her family -husband & two kids except their last born who survived the crash.......her determination, and struggles for a better life in a safe place far from her war-torn nation paid off....but sadly, and bitterly, never lasted....from airport heading to their home, on a smooth road,in their car....their lives ended...she was barely 25...with more new family dreams to accomplish....we shall miss u, Juraia....

READ MY LIPS!!

2011-01-28T03:09:00.000-08:00

Vultures patching on political clouds…not bothered by underdog weights!

God gracious! How grand are your heavenly gates!

Blood-stained claws thirsty for human meat…milking dry your Earthly mates!

Menus void of world’s bitter herbs…delicacies dance in your silver plates!

Sparkling tail winking to sexy stars…the wingless used as roller- skates!

BUT read my lips! Clouds will cry…
… and their tears will poison your heartless traits!

A rebel bee cruising in the dark…gulping nectar from flowers of the night!

Buzzing sound unheard……a noisy stealth of a rogue Knight!

Succulent leaves wildly caressed…fruits crashed and devoured with might!

Big-eyed darkness ever laments… for buds you nip with evil delight!

Restless tongue oiled with words….preys skinned without a fight!

BUT read my lips! Darkness will burn…
…and its smokes will curse your blinded sight!

A helpless cockroach sitting on its back…. legs imploring an ear-less air!

Struggling wings strangled in mud…escape walls all thin as hair!

Waterless rains cease not to pound…..stirring with joy pepper-dust despair!

Scented flowers for nostrils to lust…igniting flames of starved love affair!

Starch-less bread baked with sandy flour…..teeth muttering mute for a life damn unfair!

BUT read my lip! The Sun will smile…
…and its rays will brighten your freedom Stair!

2011©Meshack Sewe

...whether you are a Sky Dragon, a Night Snake, or an Innocent Slave.....life will never rest until your dragon tongue is cut....your poisonous fangs are uprooted......and your your bruised soul is restored.....nothing..nothing...in this world...lasts forever....our world never forgets to punish...to a shame...and to reward where it is due...READ MY LIPS!

FROZEN TEARS...

2010-11-29T20:19:00.000-08:00

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)

Wrote this poem during one of my saddest moments...following one of the saddest life experiences I've ever had....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...

2010-11-14T06:02:00.000-08:00

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...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!!!

PROUD MONGOOSE!

2010-09-19T15:16:00.000-07:00

I’m neck-less….never romancing with stars!

I’m wing-less…never partying in Mars

I’m height-less… never shopping for high heels

I’m weight-less…never minding how it feels!

Yes, I’m a dwarf mongoose…not afraid to loose!

Our world is harsh….…never a strip-tease in a park

Our escape is a dash….never smiling with a shark

Our motion is a rash…never laughing with grass

Our family is a lush…never fighting for lass

Yes, I’m a dwarf mongoose……not swallowed by a noose!

Alone we are stew…..our own must keep watch

Alone we are a few…our own must match

Alone we are dew…our own must strive

Alone we are ewe…our own must drive

Yes, I’m a dwarf mongoose….not praying to be a goose!

My strength is spiritual…as words of Graham!

My struggle is perpetual….as practicing Islam

My caution is continual…as tests from Satan

My choices instinctual…. I’m as hardy as a Spartan!

Yes, I’m a dwarf mongoose….not flirting with a moose!

2010©Meshack Sewe

Our successful short worldly life is never measured by how “Big” we feel or live….but rather by how wide and far we can see….. and our ability to tirelessly search far and wide… for our “Non-Stop-Successful-Living-Tips”……..supporting each other….never envying each other…….never trying to outdo each other….just making the best out of the best……the best that God knows suits us best!

SHORT TIMES!

2010-08-31T06:46:00.000-07:00

Romancing ants’ nakedness exposed …..Victims of a hen’s impunity scratches

Cheeky chicks rapping and raping….with no memories of hatches

A die-hard fights back…its scissor-blades shearing with vengeance

Mother rushes with filthy beak……offender tortured and swallowed in defense

A shy shrub dances to wild wind tunes….answering prayers of a preying mongoose

Sky-tall eagle wearing cloudy lenses….scheming to set its killer noose

In a short time, the mongoose pounces ….with cold mercies of a mad flood!

In a short time, Chicks chicken off…their mother’s remains are feathers and blood

A bright day dies … in a deep tasteless sleep

A mysterious night smiles… as lovers moan and weep!

Hot-cold skins paraded...…for price-tagged quickies

Black lions prowling….for take-away sweeties!

Chocked skirts rejoice…when a zip is undone

Their torments return…once a lion is done!

Dead are wet dreams…of long-term engagements

The time is faster! Faster...for short-time investments!

For a miracle I rush to church….. Welcomed by ushers’ anointed faces

My Bible warms my hands…….Holy Ghosts gracing all spaces!

Dancers’ wings spread on stage….their songs awakening sleeping angels

Every soul religiously on heat……..goodies shaken at all angles!

A pampered pastor takes pulpit charge…..God’s words he carries with zeal to serve

My soul is coiled like a millipede….my wicked ways I’m tempted to preserve

God’s words oil up our souls…..lusty eyes divorce scented beauties nearby

In a short-time, I go on my knees……to my senile past I kiss goodbye!

Lost, buried, drowning…in a face- book’s holy creed!

Their photos you sweep and flip….profiles you explore and weed!

In a short time your heart’s gate opens …ooh how friendship you need!

Requests bounce back with joy….from new good friends indeed!

Notifications, emails, comments….in your page they weep…. and in walls they bleed

In a time so short...a cold silence is born….a new found breed!

A new script is opened….friendship passions scattered and freed.

2010©Meshack Sewe

Hmm…. was reflecting on short-time moments…..how short-time moments or actions affect our daily lives…how within short-times, we change our lives…. how within short-times, our actions, hopes, expectations, passions, etc, are changed…..

BONGO BOMBA!

2010-08-04T15:40:00.000-07:00

Niongeapo na waTanga,
Wengi hucheka wakitanga,
Lugha sanifu wamepanga,
Sauti yao ncha ya panga,
Hawana rabsha ya "makanga",
Watakukaribisha boda Namanga.
Utani kweli wao "humanga"
Wadada wajua hufunga kanga!
Fika Bongo upate visanga!
Ustaarabu hata kwa wachanga
Udugu kwao ni kama nanga
Wasanii kibao hata wa uganga!
Kufunga macho mjini janga!
Usishaangae huna shanga!

2008©Meshack Sewe
(My first attempt at writing a poem("shairi) in Swahili language)

MY RETURN TO CLAY...

2010-06-19T03:17:00.000-07:00

Ooh…what will be the signs…..before my time knocks?

Will my caller yawn loudly ….as giant city clocks?

Will signals be hidden…as a king’s torn socks?

Will I crack in pieces…as cursed building blocks?

Will I snap and drop…as fake Chinese Locks?

Will it come with a quake….leaving behind shocks?

Or will it be blood-stained….as a butcher's mattocks?

Ooh…how could I know… it would be this day?

When an endless heartbeat... would fly away

In this windowless box... I would alone lay

Witnessing tears …and prayers they say

My eyes all starving….smelling no ray

My window, a sad glass….for their respect to pay

How emotions burn….souls wishing I stay!

Ooh….how sudden…their bonds now stronger!

Wasn’t I cheerful to a few...to others, filled with anger?

Wasn’t I a friend to a few….to others, a nameless stranger

Wasn’t I harmless to a few...to others, a living danger?

Wasn’t I dignified by a few…to others, a homeless ranger?

Now drained of my waters----I’m a broken manger!

My tunes all muffled…it’s time for an arranger!

Ooh…is that a shutting sound…..driving away any gleam?

Isn’t that a lifting feeling….of being carried by a team?

Are those final prayers…as tears flow like a stream?

Now red earth my bed…divorced from sun beam?

Are those storms of soil…..forcing loved ones to scream?

Ooh… My final journey….that never crossed my dream!

I’ve returned to clay….leaving world‘s dark cream!

Ooh…will my grave be frequented... as links on facebook?

How fast will they bury… my poems and look?

Will one ever ponder …what path my life took?

Will my memories be complex …for loved ones to unhook?

Will they set on fire…my love letters and notebook?

Will all my family move on...with passion of a cook?

I’ve returned to clay…..no longer swimming like a snook!

Now gone….let go…no more time to grieve!

Now gone….keep living…there are more to achieve!

Now gone…you witnessed….it’s time you believe!

Now gone…rejoice…it may be your reprieve!

Now gone…wake up…you’ve lots to conceive!

Now gone…tread well….no gain to deceive!

I’ve returned to clay….God’s judgment I’ll receive!

(Dedicated to my aunt who passed on just before I could complete the poem…)

GET WELL...

2010-05-22T11:20:00.000-07:00

Not long ago, you sunk in health
Painting our lives with colors of wealth
But sickness came, with a scary stealth
Now sinking in bed, struggling for breath
Get well dear one, your life…. is our commonwealth!

Not long ago, our words reached your ears…
You spiced our joy….and wiped our tears
But sickness came, smoldering our fears
Now down in bed, motionless..as broken gears!
Get well dear one, your life....adds meaning to our years

Not long ago, laziness you couldn't stand
Your home-tasks you tamed, not asking for a hand
But sickness came, with pain so grand
Now in bed, in a drip, wearing a wristband
Get well dear one, your life…is our motherland!

Not long ago, your clothes fit, your skin glowed
Your farms were done, all seeds sowed
But sickness came, with a heart all snowed!
Now in bed, your skin furrowed….plans widowed
Get well dear one, your life….keeps us pillowed!

Not along ago, you enjoyed home-made meal
Your dishes mouth-watering, prepared with zeal
But sickness came, web-footed like a teal!
Now in bed, not knowing when all will heal
Get well sweet mama, your life…….is a big deal!

© 2010 Meshack Sewe
....dedicated to my sick mum...after visiting her in hospital( she was discharged after a week..thank God!)

WAKE-UP CALL

2010-04-11T01:22:00.000-07:00

Isn’t that a choked voice… from your silted tunnel?

How cramp and lifeless… is your power kernel!

Isn’t life ever a contrast…..as the shape of a funnel?

Stop now and fight….for your breathing channel!

Isn’t that a bright dream…you need to uncover?

How else will you fly…with wings under cover!

Isn’t life full of stars….so vibrant as Vancouver?

Stop now your slumber…..and learn to discover!

Isn’t that a worthy being…who deserves a weekend?

How else will you know…whom the gods recommend!

Isn’t life so boring…for you alone to spend?

Stop now your selfishness….for a moment with a friend!

Isn’t that a wilting future….watered by your tear?

How else will it bloom…..when it grows in fear!

Isn’t life filled with soil…..richly potent as beer?

Stop now your dithering….your future is this year!

Isn’t that your daily task……that rapes your ambition?

How else will things change….if complaint is your fashion!

Isn’t life full of choices…..to hunt with passion?

Stop now your circuses…..start looking for an option!

Isn’t that the word of God…. you kick with disbelief?

How else will you be free….and sigh with relief!

Isn’t life God’s gift ...whether long or brief?

Stop now your satanic joy….they’ll bring you more grief!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Trials and Hope........journey through personal reflections....and personal reconciliation...)

NOW I KNOW....

2010-03-18T11:41:00.000-07:00

Inside, I stumble, my drunken soul, threatens to wither

Breathless, my eyes I close, life’s puzzles I dither

On a singing clock, blankly, I plant my naked stare

Its shouting voice, gives my closed ears a sweet scare

Ooh how rocky is my tour with no souvenir to show!

If everything takes time, why mine forever slow?

On a crying bed, I whisper, shouting to my sinking self

My thoughts, tuneless as a musician’s forgotten clef

On a calendar, my eyes meander, on a number, they rest

For the ordained, time is ripe, for harvest, at its best

Sighs and yawns I drink, my soul, feeding on wonder…

Questioning why the waiting must be weighty and longer

Guessing, in vain, why life hasn't plucked my chord

Blaming angels whose favors I have forever failed to afford

Then on my side, I turn, seducing my eyes to take a look…

My hands, hopelessly, I stretch, and behold…I find a Holy Book

At peace I feel, on my chest, my Bible, my Quran, I hold

Now I know, I have to hold on....I have to be bold

(Trials & Hope......My personal journey to personal reflections....and personal reconciliation...)

OUR MURDERED SHADE

2010-03-09T12:33:00.000-08:00

Staring at our mourning farm, where our seeds germinated
Fate seemed to have derailed, all leaves degenerated
Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated
Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated
Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!

I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia
Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia
For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria
We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia
But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!

(IN MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO PASSED ON WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG.)

TOMORROW I’M GONE!

2010-02-20T12:05:00.000-08:00

It was yesterday, I was a tiny seed…
Planted in a soil so warm… a soil void of any weed
Nine months under the earth were never in vain…
Finally germinating amidst trumpets of pain
My shoots tore the ground with the wrath of a flood
Soaking our farm with streams of blood
A new breed I became, a new soul was born….
In a world so derailed ….so filled with scorn
But today I must grow bigger and stronger …
For tomorrow I’m gone!

It was yesterday I slept on a stone-mattress
My dreams were dark as a witch’s night-dress
In darkness I searched for a friendly hand to hold
Swimming through my ordeals as mysteries unfold…
An orphaned lamb…scared by footsteps of a night thief….
A terrified cow… smelling freshly used slaughter knife
My head was trapped as a fanatic reader on a thriller!
My soul was withering… surrendering to my killer!
But today I must wake up and cast my fears away…
For tomorrow I’m gone!

It was yesterday you made me cry
It took my world for tears to dry
Your words were piercing…you made me grieve!
My heart was wrinkled, never willing to forgive
All trust in you, were swept to the sea
My ears were closed, ignoring your plea
You left with bitterness, our friendship was over!
My heart was broken as a rejected lover!
But today I must strive…to win back your friendship…
For tomorrow I’m gone!

It was yesterday I was stressed and jobless
My shoe-soles wept, no bus-fare, richly penniless
Old friends teased me; my life smelled doom
My heart was tortured like a shared broom
But you were there for me; always lending your ears
Your endless support cleaned all my tears…
Words from your mouth, watered my seeds of hope
Your tireless compassion helped me to cope
But today I must show my appreciation…and be there for others…
For tomorrow I’m gone.

It was yesterday you infected me with sickness of love
You feathered my wings, and I soared like a dove
I was overwhelmed, your passion so warm
Your whispers reassuring as a magician’s charm
I gave my all…you were my only one!
How else could I know you would leave me for someone?
In you I saw a future…pregnant with joy
How else could I tell I was part-time toy?
But today I must forget you…and be willing to love again….
For tomorrow I’m gone
Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(Wasinspired by the fact that in life, we often take things forgranted….and watch our today go to waste….and quite often realize whenit’s too late…...)

MY RED VELVET

2010-02-13T10:48:00.000-08:00

Love, help my hands write…

A poem that whispers loud

With melodies full of moisture as cloud

With lyrics that never fails to caress

With passion no soul can suppress

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help my soul bleed…

With words that nip each bud of her fears

And wipe away her tasty tears

Words to make her giggle and mumble

Stumble in my arms, ready to mingle and tangle

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me speak the truth…

That my heart she stole

I’m her prisoner on parole

Not blameless as God’s steward…

No longer a wondering shepherd

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me apologize…

For times I’ve made her sob like a child

Making her bitter, driving her wild

Denying her space to let her mood calm

Delaying to say sorry when holding her palm

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me acquire wisdom…

For this is along path we’ve got to tread

And each others hearts we’ve got to read

In happiness and pain we’ve to cling

For what we have is not a fling

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me remind her….

Of days gone, when she made my blood rush!

Hmm…days she would stammer and blush

Days her letters and cards came by a post

Not emails through a server of unknown host!

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me pray each day..…

That though cruel days will be born and grow old

It’s her I’ll cherish, feel and hold…

That my thoughts, desires and memories won’t part

That she, forever, will pierce my heart like dart!

Love, let help me write her a poem!

Love, help me complement her….

For her beauty, her smile, takes my breath away!

Her accent, her scent, I store all day

Her hair, her body, an addiction to my hand

My Red Velvet is soft as fur, shamelessly grand!

LOVE, LET THIS BE HER POEM!

(Hmm...inspired by someone so special in my life...and dedicated to those in love…and those thinking of love, confused by love, tortured by love,trapped in love...tired to love.. or simply fantasizing love as many of us humans do! hehee..)

A SPOILED SON!

2010-02-10T12:43:00.000-08:00

I’m a spoiled child, my dad is Bill
Our kingdom great, we masters of thrill…
My conception on a desktop, in a hard wheezing disk;
My delivery, through a window, dodging swine-virus risk;
My restroom, air-conditioned, in mother’s pregnant board;
Our receptionist, in charge, welcoming icons aboard;
Our mansion has spare rooms, with backup storage slots;
Our kitchen is African, with smiling cooking pots;
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill…

Bigger than my name, I’m a proud son of Bill…
Our Kingdom great, we masters of thrill…..
Friends, all rich, chauffeured by daddy’s drivers;
Home fence, all pest-proof, free from fornicating lizards;
Visitors, some welcomed by father’s genius wizards;
Messenger, never argues, an obedient cute little mouse!
Compound, so green, all members can browse
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill…

Bigger than my name, I’m a proud son of Bill…
Our Kingdom great, we masters of thrill
Our farms, awesome, all initiates explore;
Fun-rooms, romantic, young tourists adore;
Music, so soothing like death-bed tranquilizers;
Sound Pitch, harmonious with smiling equalizers;
Language, so sacred, our dictionary in binary;
Secrets, well hidden as resentments of an emissary;
Theatre, so specious with father’s grand platform;
Food, straws of fire, few souls can fathom;
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill….

Bigger than my name, I’m a proud son of Bill
Our Kingdom great, we masters of thrill…
We conquerors of souls, rulers of the universe;
Older folks elude us like an old Greek verse;
Young folks hobnob us, our company, their game;
The blue-tied befriend us, our wealth, their fame;
“Facebookers” kiss us, our infatuation, their network;
Evil souls, seduce us, our grief, their pork.
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill…
Just who can foot our Bill…
The Bill of our Gate…
The Gate of our Father?
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill
Long live our Bill Gate! !
Long live my dad!

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(I was inspired by the World of Computers...it still amazes me.....hmm..I wonder how life can be if all computers in the world "decide" to die at once!!!!hehee)

MY MORNING JOY!

2010-02-04T13:02:00.000-08:00

I stretch my hand hitting a switch-less wall...
Stealing a glance at a tickingless clock..
And before the sun smells to peep
My legs start greeting
An endless human path...
Ignoring moans and weeps
Of my fasting belly
Another day for my morning joy!

My shoe colours kiss the ground
Befriending smiling dust along..
I stop to tap my legs..
Leaving room for more aboard
Another day for my morning joy!

As traffic comes to a halt...
I see them shining as angels
Behind their earned wheels
Buried in newspapers...
Perfume-soaked passengers...feeding on make-ups..
Another day for my morning joy!

My shoe soles I corrode...
Biting my lips….no time to waste
At last I arrive...
Our metallic gate, offering no smile...
Ready to take a long ride..
On a day's sweet pleasure..
Another day for my morning joy!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe

IN GOD'S HANDS

2010-02-04T12:00:00.000-08:00

If you try too hard
And your luck remains bad
Don't you ever feel sad
Or wonder like a bird
For God's eyes are opened!

When future seems so bleak
Your present radiating no luck
And your past thrived on the dark
Don't you get mucky like a duck
For Gods light will shine!

When poverty strikes your door
And you sleep on a floor
Your pan void of any flour
Don't you ever feel sour..
For God's hands provide!

When you feel roasted in pain
Your goals derailed as train
Conscience choked like Cain
.....Don't think life is in vain!
For God's Mercy will rule!

(I have dedicated this poem to God's constant care and mercy upon us .....whatever tribulations we undergo...God is always there...watching over us...)

MY RED APPLE

2010-02-04T11:20:00.000-08:00

Let not excess of it flow,
my red apple...
For it might drown my soul
And bomb the twin towers of my mind..

Let not little of it trickle,
My red apple...
For it might starve my soul
And cripple the inner core of my heart...

Yes, Just let it be always..
As passion-filled as a young love..
Just let it be always...
As soothing as a summer breeze...
Just let it be always...
As pure as a winter snow....
Just let it last...and last...forever!
Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe

HOMELESS TEARS...

2010-02-03T13:33:00.000-08:00

If I just sit and stare
You pass showing no care
With many pains I bear
You glance and sneer...
Ever unwilling to hear
..my wild state your scare!

If I plead for help
You wonder if I'm a whelp!
My face singing despair
You have nothing to spare!
ooh...how coldly unaware
I've nothing warm to wear..

If I snatch and run
You wish you had a gun!
Cursing without a hunch
That garbage was my lunch..
Shouting...too proud to believe
How you've made me a thieve!

If I get glue and sniff
You spare me no grief
My nose running..shirt torn.
My life to you...is a donkey's horn!
Proud, not stopping to think
How my daily days stink!

If I'm high on drug
I'm your common thug!
You watch me pinned down
Standing calmly as a clown!
My blood decorates the scene
Then off you vanish...for all you've seen!

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Every time you see a street boy or girl, think twice, they never chose to be on the street.....something somewhere must have gone wrong in the course of their lives....how about showing a little compassion....in your heart....if you can't through action?!!!)

INVISIBLE FRIEND

2010-01-23T12:15:00.000-08:00

I may not tell if that’s your real name…
A name I like and renders me lame!
I may not be keen on your public fame…
Fame I know not its challenges nor flame!
I may not swear that surely is your photo…
Photo that speaks volumes as words of Plato!
You are an invisible friend
But I feel you……

I’ll never know how you conceive your Status…
Status so telling, so rich as Desert Cactus!
I wonder which god feeds you with Comments…
Comments so life- filled as mineral supplements!
I’m amazed how you snake your way to my inbox and Wall
My inbox and wall you paint with honeyed-colours of a city Mall!
You are an invisible friend
But I feel you…..

I wish I could call to prove you are alive…
Alive and human, not sting -filled as owners of a hive!
Sometimes I crave to step on your toes….
Your toes might prove we are friends or foes!
At times you go underground as bears of North Pole
North Pole coldness you send, drives me insane... to my hole!
You are an invisible friend
But I feel you…

Meeting you in person may forever be a mirage….
A mirage so haunting and complex as a marriage!
Deleting me from your page may be a decision you’ve made
Made to drive me far from your glittering friendship shade!
Judging you online I’ve tried but failed
Failed to dissolve all words you texted and emailed
You are an invisible friend
But I feel you…

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(Dedicated to all my FB friends...both active and understandably passive!)

THE HUMBLE GHOST

2010-01-21T05:20:00.000-08:00

Fathered by a man, a cold-blooded man!
Live like a man, a real fierce man
Owner of a scary crib, bloody armed like a witch
Leader of thirsty gangs, no need asking which
Rape, murder, drugs, who cares what!
All crimes, my trade, I fly like a bat!
Laws, all shells, true men must break!
Our world, for men, no room for the weak!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

I float in wealth, got through fearless death!
Dealings, so bloody, by fires of strength!
Women, my toys, I tease at leisure!
My wife, poor woman! No time to treasure!
Orphans, the poor, my garbage has plenty!
My fun, young girls, innocent, below twenty!
My enemies, those breathing, my mission, my target!
My friends, who need them? All worthless, my regret!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

Man got to do what man got to do!
If you be my man, what would you do?
Yesterday was great, I sacked my wife!
And how did you know, she escaped my knife?
She questioned my trust, my moods, every move!
Testing my powers with tears of love!
My parents, who cares! All old and away!
My kids, all crooks, bothersome each day!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

A bachelor I’ve become…
But still I’m a man!
No cooking like a woman, I’m a lover of junk!
No cleaning like a woman, I go home drunk!
No shaving, no grooming, bushy beards of a man!
No hiding, all freedom, my mistress is fun!
No school fee, no college, not for her daughter!
No pains, no sadness, I’m a man of laughter!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

Human freedom, how scarce! For real men only!
Freedom, to torment, and maim, for women, for money!
Freedom, to bully, earn power, show might!
Freedom, to abuse, grab, batter, fight!
Freedom, to marry, unmarry, remarry!
Freedom, to enjoy, destroy, be merry!
Freedom, to pester, pressure for leisure!
Freedom, to capture, and break with pressure!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

A church man I am, true man of God!
My offerings reach heaven, serving our Lord!
My record, so clean, filled with currency notes!
My heart, quite peaceful, assured of their votes!
My bible, Holy bible, very close to my bed!
My ring, oh poor ring! Lost it after we wed!
My bed, matrimonial, has seen many faces!
My house, mine alone! No brothers, no nieces!
Yes, I am a man!
A real humble ghost…….

Indeed I’m a man, haunted brightly coloured ghost!
No woman can host!
Oh how blind!
Void of human mind!
Oh how deaf!
Lifeless as dry leaf!
All passions gone….
My manliness, drawn…..
Yes, I’m a man!
A real humble ghost……

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(MY POETIC ATTACK ON THE INJUSTICES BY MEN TOWARDS WOMEN)

HELP ME SMILE

2009-12-17T09:30:00.000-08:00

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…

......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

2009-12-17T09:21:00.000-08:00

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!

2009-12-16T11:04:00.000-08:00

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!

TEARS FOR SOMALIA

2009-12-04T23:52:00.000-08:00

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!

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

I'M NOT HAPPY

2009-11-15T11:16:00.001-08:00

My heart was a vessel

Hungry for a morsel

My soul was cold

As dreams of the old

My cries were null

As tears of a water-fall…..

Then all was history

Your love my story

…But now I’m unhappy…

Because you’re away…..

On that May,

On that day,

Amidst blink-less eyes,

Witnessing our love-lit fires

Our fingers were lifted

Blessed rings fitted

Sweet vows exchanged

No longer engaged…

Our union was merry

…..But now I’m unhappy…

Because you are away…

Last time you came….

My happiness I couldn’t name!

Our boy on your arm

Your smile was charm

We kissed and hugged

Sad moments were mugged!

Your presence, sweet flowers!

Our laughers, hot showers!

……But now I’m unhappy…

……Because you are away…

What is it in the heart that great minds cannot read?

What is it in the minds that great hearts cannot heed?

My soul coldly burns thy memories closer

I reach for my phone with the zeal of a grocer

Your voice so real …touches me to the bone

The background so a live my pains all gone

But the line goes dead….. All time is spent

I lie on bed, sadly coiled like a serpent

Another time has come… for my long lonely night

YES, I’M UNHAPPY…

(Wrote it when I was deeply missing very special people on my life....)

JOBLESS!

2009-11-09T12:41:00.000-08:00

Books in front of me…
I stared through the window…
Uncertainty, hit me with a blow…
Persistent yawns I tried to suppress…
Determine to beat the failing stress….
I did my best to earn success…
Hoping to graduate and later progress…
Our time soon aged, so we were ejected…
Eight months now….No where to be absorbed…oh how dejected!
Days came and pass, I feel disturbed…
Applications I’ve sent seem to have been dumped!
Deep inside my heart I crave for solace…
Praying for God to grant me his grace…
For life without a means is quite a bitter race…
Life has its spills…
I’ll just tick to my will…
Not far may be some thrill!

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(Wrote when I was jobless and stressed- eighth month after my graduation and unsuccessful job applications)

MAN OF GOD...

2009-11-09T12:36:00.000-08:00

Created by God;
In his Godly image;
Blessed with a woman;
Blessed to prosper;
Put in a world, so wild for one;
Left with a choice, of darkness and light…
Oh! Man of God! How godless have you become?

Should God now be a myth?
No faith, no truth, just wealth?
Must you be a player?
Worshiping Cruiser, Trooper, Hummer, or Chopper?
Should you boast of a Hotel, Brothel, Cartel, shares in Zain-Celtel?
Must you mock minnows, Helpless widows, poor fellows?
Should you radiate anger, Forget hunger, preach danger?
No! A true man lives not in the past;
Sees women with his heart;
Lives for the sake of all.

Ooh! Poor man of God!
Before her you knelt, asking for her hand;
Burning with love, she, your ultimate brand;
To her face you swore, no other you’ll stand;
With blessings from God, your wedding was grand;
Your wife so modest, as the Queen of England;
I new man you’ve become, sang your escort band
A true man lives not in the past;
Sees women with his heart;
Lives for the sake of all

Now a man with a ring,
Sweet news: “You’ll be a Daddy! ”
She says with a smile, hopping to be a Mummy
“Yes! ” “Yes! ” You shout, intoxicated, you jump
You feel charged, manly, deserving a thumb
You begin; you search, for all manly names
She wonders, so sadly, why all for males
Great day! She struggles, a sweet girl is born
How you hoped for a boy! Your heart is torn
A true man lives not in the past;
Sees women with his heart;
Lives for the sake of all.

Now a man with a ring,
Your passion, priceless as the tail of a swine
Her love maturing with time as wine
To chameleon you evolve, tossing every bit of character
So evasive, secretive, a true champion of trickster
Your own, your choice, whose love was good
Now, despised, ignored, a rotten wood,
Your home- nights, crooked, ever timeless, ever lifeless!
She waits, in pain, in vain, in bed, sleepless!
Back, with a bang, in whisky, no pity, snoring pretty!
Her pleas, her cries, to you, all petty!
Stranded, your daughter, no school, no fee,
Your budget, so full, Mistress’ shopping spree!
A true man lives not in the past;
Sees women with his heart;
Lives for the sake of all

Oh man of God! Be a Godly man!
Let her fly up the skies of U.N.Os
Not feeding her with fears of UFOs
Let her voice be heard as Ellen Johnson
Be weary of power-greed like Mandela Nelson
Let her devour the taste of her worldly right
Keep our world safe from your muscular might
Be a model of all, a man of integrity
Embracing every soul, treasuring all humanity
A true man never lives in the past;
Sees women with his heart;
Lives for the sake of all.
Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

(MY POETIC CHALLENGE TO MEN ON THEIR ATTITUDE TOWARDS WOMEN)

IT TAKES A WOMAN

2009-11-09T12:26:00.000-08:00

Born by a woman, born in the neighborhood
Fed by a woman, through tough livelihood
Raised by a woman, all through childhood
Married to a woman, enjoying your manhood
How about parenthood?
Is it solely for womanhood?
All through her adulthood?
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
To be a man, be a man of honor.

To be a man, must you be magically handsome?
No! To be a man, adore people wholesome!
To be a man, must you pay her lump-some?
No! To be a man, just treat her awesome!
To be a man, must you prove meddlesome?
No! To be a man, intolerance is loathsome!
To be a man, is sensitivity irksome?
No! To be a man, indifference is tiresome
To be a man, should your tongue be gruesome?
No! To be a man, wicked speech is burdensome
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
A real man is a man of honor.

Women can be what men can be!
Look not with teeth what women have done
Yesterday’s paintings of women are gone
Our world is dead if for men a lone
Treat her with zeal, not as a clone
Miss her big! Reach out by phone
Ooh how lucky! Comparable to none!
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
A real man is a man of honor.

Why drive pleasure, cooking others in pain?
Why bath in a river of dark personal gain?
Why call her weak, void of human brain?
Why tie up the maimed with your heartless chain?
Why drive all to grave like a derailed train?
Why the wicked hatred of biblical Cain?
Why your manly gusto, as complex as Spain?
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
A real man is a man of honor.

Your suits, your house, your car, your laptop you cherish
Your family, your business, your cash, you relish
Your neighbors, your “friends”, their gains, your anguish
Her dreams, her strengths, to you, all rubbish.
Your prayer, your hopes, your plans, all selfish
Your spending, your leisure, your shopping, all lavish
Their views, their options, their advice, all childish
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
A real man is a man of honor.

Be a man; carry burning flames of endless hope
Be a man, save the youth from jaws of killer dope
Be a man; embrace the blind, the needy, down the slope
Be a man, don’t walk on women, their strengths, endurance, like that of Pope!
Be a man, respect all, their opinions, their actions, their scope
Be a man, be your best, don’t sit, desire and mope
Be a man, act now, speak up, move on, with a gentle lope
Who can be a real man without splendors of a woman?
A real man is a man of honor.

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe
(INSPIRED BY MY MOTHER, MY WIFE ,AND ALL WOMEN-A POETIC CHALLENGE TO ALL MEN)

I'M SORRY!

2009-11-09T12:22:00.000-08:00

Enslaved by a choice, I feed on pain
Starvation filleth my bottom-less brain!
I’m trapped on a rail …oblivious of train!
Your trust I have lost…will I ever gain?
My floods of sorrow, I fail to explain!
I’m showering in guilt…like trash in a drain….
I’m Sorry…If I hurt you...will you forgive me?

…When your fingers typed, your heart was on fire…
I smelled your status… your condition was dire….
But my comment was lifeless...like a punctured tire…..
I dressed it in garlic...with words stretching hey-wire!
I sprayed it with comic….whose sources are no where
I’m Sorry….If I hurt you…..will you forgive me?

When I “requested” for your friendship
I was lost in a sea …..…hunting for your ship…
Did you check my profile….for any vetting tip?
Or wondered which God, I love & worship?
Your response, affirmative…my life-saving drip!
I’m Sorry…if I hurt you…will you forgive me?

Many a times I chew….on hard bones of boredom….
And choke my status with words vast as a Kingdom!
Suffocating your homepage like sins of Sodom
Words void of pleasure as China-made condom!
So taxing to scroll…..your phone “pre-dotcom! '
I’m Sorry…If I hurt you…will you forgive me?

I have played it rough, spilling beans on your wall
I ignored a friendly game….a gentle toss of inbox ball
I made you wonder, if I’m a headless pal!
With a heart so cold as Everest in Nepal!
I spoiled your mood… with venom so lethal
I’m Sorry….If I hurt you…will you forgive me?

…my absence was abrupt…you never knew it was brief…
Good riddance! You murmured, sighing with relief…
Free at last! From my daily mischief!
A few did miss me, and nursed their grief
But still I erred….for leaving like a thief!
I’m sorry…If I hurt you…will you forgive me?

I paid a courtesy call to your beautiful photo….
On it I unleashed a voltage of 3-phase motor!
Did it turn your nerves…. like a plane’s rotor?
Puzzled by lyrics I borrow from a suitor?
Or did I sound mean like a fed-up visitor?
I’m sorry….If I hurt you…will you forgive me?

Two months now, your posts I had to hide….
They were coming in torrents, chained and endless as sea tide....
Clothed in colors I failed to unhide
Hunting for comments, my brain shrunk from inside
In a blackout I landed, my words couldn’t glide
I’m sorry…If I hurt you…will you forgive me?

………I am a Member! .... in your friends’ list….
It must be for a reason…your silence, as noisy as a grave…..and as bold as desert mist…..
My long posts, stresses your wall…draining its waters…pages dying of thirst…
Scrambling for space are pleasing fans….forcing “friends” to stumble clumsily in their midst!
A sweet scent hits all walls …when a function is ripe……timing as perfect as prayers of a priest!
I’m sorry….if I hurt you….will you forgive me?

Let me leave it at that!
You all deserve a pat
Be happy; feel great…wear a god-father hat!
Keep rehearsing; continue playing your part…
Yes, a façade is a life’s coat worn by the skinny and the fat!
I’m neither both nor any; my “me” will never depart…
I may be blind as many a jailed bat.
Not a relative of a mouse…please, spare me “rat-rat! ”
My cup of friends is never full; I take time to make choices like a cat
Mouthful comments, is my trademark! ….what a pity they drain your phone flat!
But time is magic, I shall explain…who knows, we’ll soon chat!
Or collide head-on in some city “mat”
May be when shopping at Prestige Nakumatt!
I’m sorry….If I hurt you…. will you forgive me?

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

(Poem inspired by and dedicated to all my online friends......)

Note: “mat”-Kenyan popular public transport vehicles
"Prestige Nakumatt"-Popular Kenyan 24/7supermarket

SPARKLING BEAUTY

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Her eyes so innocently calm…so deeply warm…

Exuding sweet hidden lyrics of charm;

Her earrings…sparkling blue-purple…

Like Mitchell’s jewels giggling in a glittering marble;

Sacred and mystic serenity…reside in her humble lips…

Graciously moistened and tender as Caribbean chips!

Her dress…from nature’s blackcurrant, cutely exotic…

The loose-eyed beware, staring beyond is “tipsy-toxic! ”

Her skin…natural, free from artificial bleach…

Refreshingly admirable as Kenya’s coastal beach!

Her hair… romancing her cheeks, dancing happily, so trendy…

Call her no names...the sing bird is WENDY!

( Dedicated to my FB friend whose photo appears above)