INVISIBLE FRIEND

 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

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

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.....

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

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

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....)