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…)

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...)

OUR MURDERED SHADE

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! 

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

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