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MY HUSBAND

Fixed in the armchair

With newspaper in hand

He’s buried

In cogitation,

‘Yes dear,’ He says

‘Oh, yes, I understand.’

Truly he does so.

He knows I need no disturbance.

‘Mother of my children!’

He shouts

‘Your kids are hungry!’

‘This chair ain't clean’

Switch off the television

Is the food ready?

Woman, I need a bath

Are my clothes clean?

Keep that child quiet!

I need a rest.’

All this I do

The appreciation-

In submission

My husband he still is.

And on go the orders

And listen do I

Like a still humble quiet woman

Building hatred and remorse

Slowly to boiling points

Of this he knows naught

Man, this is a true sense of

Husband!

Whatever the word means.

A CONTRAST- DILEMMA

Lust S-C-R-E-A-M-S!

Love whispers

‘You are mine’

Lust P-R-A-T-T-L-E-S!

Love gently speaks

‘I am yours’

Each tells

Their view not tales

To show identity.

Love is a song

Lust is a gong

One lives,

The other dies.

All those hearts

Seeking parts

Have to decide

What will mend-

Life or death?

If the choice be one

I trust you choose

That which in your heart rose

To be the right one.

CHURCHERS.

We sit together- mbu-

To pray

But they are alone

Looking at me

The stranger I am.

Each day we talk

They are better in their walk

I ain’t so good

And not bad either

They say I’m lukewarm.

‘You should improve “Brother!”’

So they vociferate.

Each says to me

‘I am holier than though art.’

Holy indeed, I notice

Even when the stranger in me

Cannot hospitably be attended to.

So why not sit

Enjoy me life

Cast off their matters

As they mightily split

Their laughter at me:

‘He will soon fall

And very soon it will be.’

Maybe I will

Maybe I won’t- who knows?

Oh!

These churchers!

HERMIT OF A KIND.

In utter silence

He sits with no word

Those around

Are just but figures, sculptures actually

And to us

He is just the same;

Hermit of a kind.

Not even ‘Good morning’

Or even ‘How was the day?’

All he says:

Silence.

He’s just the same;

Hermit of a kind.

In pain

In fear

In true tears

He’s more resigned

And we look on

For he’s just the same;

Hermit of a kind.

What kind of person

Merely coils himself

In his own person

When all talk

He just sits back-

What kind of person, tell me

Is just a hermit of a kind?

REFLECTION

Today,

The golden horizon

Showed greater reason,

The beauty ahead

Showed upon me being shed

Happiness, life, love.

The sun with a bright light

Started golden

And in its blossoming

Gave all their was to sight.

As it shone on

I realised I was only prone

To that which I appreciate

For then I saw the reason

Life is to be lived.

With all its unfolding

The dusk gave me relief

For then I said

"I made it!"

I am happy, content and alive

And I will rest till another day

WHITE AND BLACK

White is pure

With all its bright light

It is the best

For no spot arises with it

White is pure

Or so they say

But sometimes I think

Black is purer

For in it all comes up

And all must from the dark

Get out into the light

If darkness leads to brightness

Then black begets white

So, purer is the mother

For the latter without it

Cannot exist at all.

A POEM I WROTE FOR YOU

There is a poem I wrote for you

One that ain't something so new

It is about the love I have

That you alone back gave

And made me a person true

That not so many but few

Can really appreciate the clue:

You are a friend to me

And my love for you

Is something true indeed.

That, my friend, I wrote for thee

For you have been a brother to me.

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE.

I've always wondered,

The sun shines so bright

And pervades the earth with heat

And the moon also shines so bright

To bring light to the dark!

The fire burns, funny

Bringing comfort from the cold

Yet when coldness appears

We appreciate relief from the heat

Only to run back to the fire!

Hmmm, men are so different

Each is like a stranger

And in the crowd

There is no other Me!

In this great awesome wonder

I realise what a wonderful place

This is - the Earth!

For nothing is monotonous -

Beauty comes from the difference

And the difference makes life artistic.

NO MORE TARES

In the midst of the rain

There might be pain

To put us away

From the forces of the way

When God sees the tears

He certainly gathers the tares.

It might be tough

Things may be rough

He sees that at night

When we have no sight

Of what is ahead

That's when He will lead

For in the greatest tears

God gathers the tares.

When the cold winds blow

The dust may come into our eyes

But even for those tears

God will always gather the tares.

ALIEN.

The leaves rustle

And their life bursts forth,

The sky is blue

In deep tranquility.

The people sing

With a joy filled musical,

The children play

With all their hearts,

The animals put their best

It is a real joy to them.

And life passes by unnoticed

And even when seen

The serenity created

Only builds up more

Loneliness.

EXCHANGE

Come to me happiness

For you I exchange sadness

That I may head on

Unto a life of fun.

Come to me joy

For you I exchange sorrow

That I may give more

To those that are coy.

Come to me faith

For you I exchange fear

That I may say 'Yes"

And receive all God's grace.

Come join me love

For you I exchange hate

That I may learn to serve

And become a person great.

So live with me life

For you I give death

And live not to loathe

But be happy I am alive.

KISS YOU GOODBYE

Old life of pain

I kiss you goodbye

For today I start on a journey

That is of faith

That will never die.

Old hurts of the past

I kiss you goodbye

For this moment I repent

Of all the things I regret.

My life starts with you passed.

Old fears of the mind

You I kiss goodbye

For you were never kind.

Today I change my mind

To live by hope and trust.

And I will smile

I will live on

For today, I kiss all goodbye

That has impeded my travel.

LIKE YOU.

Like you I would like to be

To always signs see

And run around like a bee

To places where only you

Plant the best in me.

Like you, I would like to be

Standing in the gap

Lifting an enemy up

Loving those I hate

For this seems my fate.

Like you, I would like to be

Forgiving the worst hurts

That even then in their hearts

I may easily be received

After all, I was like you.

And in the end

I think life comes round

That because I am like you

I always, to you, have a clue.

LOST SIGHT

Softly singing

Silently staring

She shoots at me a look

That his deep within me

And leaves a scar

Never to be forgotten.

I listened to her then

Built my world of fame

Around all that was hers.

I talked and walked

Smiled all the while

And gave my life to her.

Softly singing

Silently staring

She never says a word

That makes a sound meaningful.

She pierces me with a look not of love

She only bites with her silence.

That which brought us together

Makes me see the tether

On which I built my life.

I cannot unwind it but

Can suffer the pain

Knowing that the scar left at first

Becomes bitterly better on my face,

That all who may see

May in their minds always

My look have never forgotten.

JUST FOR A WHILE

When sorrow sing to us

We respond with action,

Sorrow builds a place

That we readily give in

Without thinking what may come

Across our path.

If we reject sorrow

Soon we’ll bid it farewell

To tell it off our lives

And show it the door out.

Pain can pursue us

She cries persuading us to her

Letting us fall to her whims

Soon we are all fear

And forget there’s ahead

A more beautiful life.

If we reject pain

Soon we’ll bid her farewell

To tell her off our lives

And show her the door out.

Suffering can read to us

A young child he is

And we listen to his words,

He entertains us

And we do not realize

How far he’s really succeeded;

Soon we are crying

And suffering exults himself:

He has beaten us.

If we do not listen to him

Soon we’ll tire his reading boredom

And bid him farewell

To get him down with his book.

Sorrow cannot sing to us always

Pain at one time stops

Suffering builds more patience

We cannot entertain them forever

For soon or later

We bid them farewell

And go they will

For they were here

Just for a while.

AGAIN I COME

Again I come

Before you to pray

Having something to say.

Again I come

Before you to cry

Loudly before I try

Again I come

Before you to do things

Only you let me do.

Again I come

Before you realizing

Only you I need.

Before you I come

Before you. All you’ll give

And I will receive

Again I come

Before you. You know

That I will sow.

Again I come

Before you to sing

That praise in your ears will ring

Again I come

Before you to appreciate

All that I get.

Again I come

For today is done

Tomorrow will come

And when it does

I will come again

To start anew.

MY ROSE

My rose is red

Not the red of danger

But one of liveliness

That keeps life on.

My rose is yellow

Not the yellow of jealousy

But one that is bright

And is a pacesetter in life.

My rose is pink

A pink full of grace

One that feels the beat

Of a life fully rewarded.

My rose is white

Full of many colours

That make it white

Mine is a rose of purity.

All the colours in it

Remind me of

Love that you, as a rose,

Have brought into my life.

You are that rose

Your thorns may prick

But the blood that flows

Unites us both to one love

That will never fade

Or even die.

…YOU ARE

Like a blue sky you are

Raining down upon me sunshine

The rays hit with great light

To show me the way to follow.

Like water you are

Refreshing the thirst of my soul

Bringing back to life death

That I may get back my breath

Like fire you are to me

Your warmth greatly comforts

A comfort that builds trust

Along with love that is true.

Like a flower you are

Bringing a change in monotony

And brightening up my sight

Today that flower has unfolded.

You are a blue sky

You are the great spring of water

You are that comforting fire

And the beautiful unfolding flower

Has guided my path

To show me the best of love

That you have given

And I will give back.

MORNING STAR

Shining high in the heaven

You show me more reason

Enough for me to laugh.

You shine, I see through.

You show the way

By your own brilliance

Yours is beauty truly magnificent.

As you shine high in the heaven

That beauty sheds upon me

A life fit to live

To be with all that matters.

Your light is always the way

To a better world, better place

In you dawn begins

To let on an unfolding process of love.

You are my morning star

With all brilliance and magnificence

With light that shines ahead;

Yours is a beauty

That pieces in the skies

Show mw the way to you, only you,

That you alone I loved

And always will love.

I CAN PROMISE YOU ONE THING

I can promise you one thing

That when home the birds bring

Their own beds to sleep

I shall not weep

But with joy smile

That all their beautiful style

Brought love between us.

Those are days to come

If they ever appear

Together we shall share

A oneness in form

For we are but one

With a thing to bear

And live to prove out.

That is just one in nature

That our friendship will never die

And that I promise you.

STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART

Straight from the heart

My life begins to hurt

Those that were there

Can no longer swear

That they are a real part

Of something truly great

Now it’s a thing in the dust

That when on them my eyes cast

I see the look of hate

That proves to be at their gate

Where in life are promises

Made with full senses?

Where in the heart are dreams

That built in my heart sweet creams?

Dead! Oh, they are dead!

After all, it’s all they said,

“Today we may be friends

Tomorrow to each other fiends”

Now straight from my heart

My life begins to hurt.

FRIENDS

Just like games

Friends have names

That we’ve given them

Making them the same.

They are the fresh fruits

Turned into eats

They are the morning rays

Coming with dawn’s sunrise

They are the unfolding roses

Bringing to life new phases

They are the pure white

Sometimes killing our sight.

Friends are the silver

Bringing wealthy hope to the liver

They are the gold

Never turning old

They are freshness

Building more boldness

They are the way

Leading, we may not go astray.

All sorts of names

Just like these

Have we made of them

That to us are friends

And not just new trends.