ENDLESS DREAMS...

 










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....

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....

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!

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…)

GET WELL...

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

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....

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

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe

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

TOMORROW I’M GONE!

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
 (Was inspired by the fact that in life, we often take things for granted….and watch our today go to waste….and quite often realize when it’s too late…...)

MY MORNING JOY!

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

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!

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe

(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...)

HOMELESS TEARS...

 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 are amused as a whelp!
My face bleeding 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 make me thieve!

If I get glue and sniff
You spare me no grief
Running nose..shirt torn.
My life to you..a donkey's  horn!
Proud, not stopping to think
How my 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 decorating your 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?!!!)

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.....

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

JOBLESS!

 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)