MY RED VELVET

Love, help my hands write…

A poem that whispers loud.. 

With melodious songs to lift her up the 9th cloud! 

With lyrics that never fail to caress my super- tigress! 

With passion to impress...that non can suppress! 

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, let my soul bleed… 

With words that nip each bud of her spouting fears 

And wipe away her bitter tears all years.. 

Words to make her giggle...mumble 

In my arm tumble, mingle, tangle..sweet rumble!

 Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me speak the truth… 

That my heart she stole...

 I’m her life-time prisoner on parole! 

Not blameless as God’s steward… 

No longer a herd-less shepherd... 

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, let my soul ooze with heart-born apologies.. 

For times I’ve made her sob as lost child

 Drowning her in sorrow so bitter and wild... 

My tales of stale egos...recited in verses as Psalm! 

Long episodes of muted pain...delayed “sorry” and warmth to her palm

 Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, spray me with perfumes of heavenly 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 no part-time fling! 

Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me remind her…. 

Of days she made my blood rush..not with crush! 

Her innocent blush...heat-filled as burning bush! 

Days her hand-made letters came through posts 

Not emails from spam servers of hacking hosts! 

 Love, help me write her a poem!

Love, help me pray each day... 

That though hot days will be born and grow cold 

It’s her I’ll cherish, feel and hold… 

That my thoughts, desires and memories won’t part 

That forever she pricks my heart with steel tip 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, her warm I store all day 

Her hair, her body, an addiction to my hand 

My Red Velvet...soft as fur...shamelessly grand! 

LOVE, LET THIS BE HER POEM!

 ©Meshack Sewe

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe

 (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! )

MY RED APPLE

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

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

I'M NOT HAPPY

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…

  …..BECAUSE YOU ARE AWAY

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

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