BLEEDING KNEES...

On shy chameleon legs….I ones came…

Before thee, a heartless flame!

From a muttering tongue…my pleas oozed…

But…alas!.. your ears had long dozed!

Bundles of sin…to confess I hold

Drunk of my fill…of every cold scold

Will you let go….as now I plead?

Shall I be dismissed-a millipede ‘playing dead’?!

On my bleeding knees I now crawl…

Thirsty for  relief….not a suicide brawl…

Your feathered scalp…I ones explored…

Surrendering each strand….how you implored!

Sipping our wines…of joy and delight…

But, alas! …lightening struck…with blessings of blight!

Bitter fumes condensed….stripping your haggard breath!

Emotions executed…. torn heart cursing to death!

Will you let go…..as now I scream…?

Shall I be tossed- a dry leaf on stream?!

On my bleeding knees I now burn!

Offering my ashes….ready for about-turn…

2011©Meshack Sewe

Hmmm....a personal reflection....on how sometimes we feel overburdened by our own  emotional loads....and crave for relief... by swallowing our pride....owning up....and saying "I'm sorry, please forgive me"

SOON...IT WILL BE!

Insane night-rain …loudly weeps and pounds…

Ejecting termites from their paradise mounds…

Bright darkness paints their virgin eyes blind

Flamboyant wings nipped by drunkard wind

On land they land...in shock, nude and cold

Lusty eyes laugh…glutton tongues spread as mold

Their fate… soon sealed…with traps they can’t spell

Their past…soon history…. temporary tales to tell

A tired Sun dies smiling….burying a sweaty day’s fright

Homeless bird inhales…frozen fumes of mist all night!

A hosting tree cries foul…abused by bird’s care-free poop

Leaves’ chilly tears flow …deformed feathers scared of swoop

Irritated branches fight back… lone visitor pushed and tossed!

Hunger burns for a new day….far from a host damn crossed

Bells of dawn…soon ring… melodies spiced with optimism

Time to nest…soon arrives…no more patching on fatalism

Days of a kitten…pampered by warmth of kitchen

Endless games of scrabble…chasing feathers of chicken

Innocent paws craving to tease and tickle…wrestling bored dog-tail

Live rat-meal tortured with joy… its death casual as serving cocktail!

Siblings play hide-and-seek…scratching, jumping, and stalking under

Purrs and meows resonate….lullaby licks of fur before slumber

Playful days…soon wither…..no more roles of indoor kitty  

A new error with new errors…soon descend...with its nitty-gritty

2011©Meshack Sewe

My personal reflection on how SOON situations change..with soon you'll never tell... a life to behold radiating richness on a face...SOON defaced with shutters of joy SOON shattered...left in tatters....with SOON a frowning moon SOON wears a romantic smile.....buried dreams spout with life..hmm...just wait....& SOON you'll notice that SOON surely comes!!!!!

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....

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!