READ MY LIPS!!

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...

 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.....

PROUD MONGOOSE!

 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!

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!

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...

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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!

© 2010 Meshack Sewe

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