Category Archives: poetry

Pleasure to Live

Children find pleasure running around playing with their mates,

They find pleasure smearing sweet chocolates all over their face,

Kids find pleasure watching TV cartoons,

They love babies, they want them to live and grow.

Tiny little kids of ours love to love wholeheartedly.

Children are young at heart, they feel unrestrained,

Hold no grudge,

Innocent at heart,

We love them…

 

Adults find pleasure in sex, hmm sweet!

Good to find pleasure making people smile.

Some find pleasure in hard drugs,

Wicked ones find pleasure in killing,

Disturbed ones find pleasure in stealing,

Some find pleasure in doing evil, and other abnormal acts

Whatever gives pleasure is lasting because it tastes good to you,

Sticks to the memory!

But aren’t you depriving others pleasure to live ?

To laugh,

To rejoice,

To multiply,

To grow,

To choose,

To have a second chance in life.

Seek pleasure in doing good. God will be pleased…

 

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Pleasure

 

Whispering Clouds

Dark in the night,

The moon had gone to hide,

There was terror,

Blood like stain all over the ground,

The clouds roared and rumbled in astonishment.

Alima whispered with tears in her voice,

Her face stricken with fear.

We are lost mother,

We are lost…

We tried to run, but we got lost

They are coming, yet we are not set,

They are coming in thousands,

To feed on our shadows,

I see them, yes they see me,

Oh my!

They are set in the misty clouds,

They can’t be brought down,

Nooo!

The lost souls are risen.

Come save us mother.

Come save us…

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Clouds

Dream like a Tourist

I went high up in the sky,

Looked down, saw the hills waving at me,

cloud sailing in front of my face,

Stars shining, moon glowing so bright.

 

Jungle trek I went; smiling at trees,

Animals mating and feeding, nature is wonderful,

Huge, gigantic  dinosaur running around carefree,

Birds chirping and looking radiant.

 

I sailed across the large mass of water

My shadow calling forth from the deep sea

Music flowing into my ears in romantic rhythm,

Sea animals asking me to join in the water splash game.

I travelled in my dream as a tourist by land, air and sea.

 

This post is in response to the daily post. Tourist.

Water of Life

A tiny little drop of you,

Water of life,

Fill my belly with wantonness,

To quench my thirst,

Wilt and shrivel will be far from me.

 

I am, but nothing than helpless, a seeker.

I long for you to make me rise.

Spring of life,

Flow into me, bring me out to thrive,

Let me flourish, unending quest to survive in the desert,

Where one out of thousands no not his fate.

Produce tiny seeds that will become me once again.

 

I will blossom in beautiful colours of petal,

I will flourish in all season,

I will heal the sick,

My thick back used as shelter,

All this I will do with my green self.

Make me the giver of all.

This post is in response to one word prompt. Water

 

Why Deprive Me

Gorgeous, dazzling beauty of mine,

Causing unsettlements in my brain.

Sweet taste of you on my tongue.

Revealing sensational rippling effects flowing through my body,

 

My Maraschino cherry.

The sweet savour taste of you tickles down my oesophagus,

Giving rise to goosebumps on my skin.

Being the best thing that happened to me,

I know not what to do.

 

They deprive me of you,

They said I have too much of you in my system,

They said you will wreck my life

How on earth am I going to live without you

I have to stay away from you to be alive again.

How will I ever resist Ice cream in my life?

Creamy, milky Ice cream.

 

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Deprive

 

 

 

Empty Heart of A Woman

Bewitched by you first time I set my eyes on your glamorous silky skin,

You belong to me now and no other,

You are my other half, my courage, my strength,

Beautiful you are, enchanting to the eyes, sleek black fur.

Always around my bosom in fulfillment,

With my eyes held up high in pride,

A day without you out there is a miserable one.

Everything I’ve always wanted at all time, I found in you.

You give me courage, protection, my best friend,

That’s who you are.

Never a dull moment with you, my heart.

 

And then suddenly you are gone,

Gone with the wind.

Vanished with all that makes me,

They took you away from me, now I’m empty, confused,

What have they done to me?

Where do I go, how do I find you?

The world is wicked, where is the courtesy?

But you are so harmless, a joy to me.

I feel so sick now, lost in the world without you.

 

The truth is a woman’s handbag is her best friend, women feel empty without this, rarely would you find a woman stepping out of her house without it. Her handbag is the power house- eddaz

This post is in response to the one-word prompt. Empty

 

 

 

 

My True Companion

In the journey of life, I met you,

Never searched your soul,

I looked into your eyes, what I saw was beautiful,

All I knew was that you were my companion.

I embraced you, loved you, and learn’t from you,

You thought me, accepted me, and shared with me.

Knowing fully well that someday we will get to the destination,

When we get to the end of the journey,

I will breath a sigh of satisfaction;

Knowing fully well that we shall meet again in another world.

It came to me that every time I loose a dog, they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart, If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are- Unknown

This post is in response to the one-word prompt. Companion

Big Shout Out To My Father

Daddy you have been everything to me,

Right from birth, you have nurtured me,

Paid my school fees, clothed me, struggled to give me the best life.

There were times you couldn’t buy new clothes for yourself,

Instead you bought for me.

You couldn’t eat three square meals daily,

You ensured that I did.

You gave me the greatest gift no one in existence can ever give me.

You have thought me the importance of family,

You explained to me the gift of love and sharing,

You exposed to me the secrets behind success.

You are definitely -the-one. ‘I Love You’

Thank you Daddy.

 

Happy Father’s Day to all the Fathers in the world!

I would Eat Popcorn for Poetic Pastures

I would eat popcorn for poetic pastures,

Inspiring for poet’s finest thought,

Smiting a puff up heated word-web of senses;

For my thought to live in tunes.

To which I popped-up poetic licences,

Solemnizing words unseen being nearer brought.

 

It’s grooviness popped-up words unwritten,

I mouthfully chewed; creating an insightful leisure

Of poetic-catharsis, with crimson literature,

That without cornfield prairies comes a poetic drought.

 

My popcorn brings me a quietude chair,

Where poet-inspiration will sit in;

When it mused soundless words in the air,

Rhymed and ballad; as the pop is melting.

Brings the words close to the poet inspiring.

 

I walked popping corn in the linear hedges,

Singing by the colourful lilies edges;

Popcorn in my mouth turning sadness into good,

While I chewed the last pop beneath my blanket,

To which I prayed; popcorn be my thought-food.

This was written and sent to me by my friend Jubril Gulani. If you are reading this, I want you to know that I wish you all the best.