Sunday, November 28, 2010 7:36:29 AM
Waking up one morning to post a poem on my opera as usual and what i saw was a whole theme of opera with lots of pictures which consumes more kilobyte than before, affecting those of us browsing with mobile phone. Another dislike is that all the common features seem to be hidden such as going to your own blog. Anyway it is nice with the colour and all but stay tune till i find more hates to post.
Friday, September 3, 2010 10:53:13 AM
I saw her
My mother
Tall and handsome
Fair with lovely eyes
She said "hi"
I am going home.
I saw her
When i was a dreamer
A fighter
Fearsome and powerful
I stretch my handful
Trying to be wonderful.
She saw me
When i was a baby
Cute and beautiful
Lovely with dark hair
She sat on a chair
Fondling my baby hair.
She saw me
Now, a he
Tall with dreamy eyes
Fair like the sun
She said son
I said hi.
She saw me
I saw her
Our path crossed
For a mili second
She turned, "be strong"
I turned,"farewell''.
In loving memory of my mother who mean the world to me.
Thursday, September 2, 2010 8:42:07 AM
Today
Comes beauty in every thing.
The smiling sun stood high
Says morning to the hens
The cocks crows with large voices
As the stars glide through their gallaxies
Raising their shoulders with supremacy
Staring at the moon maiden.
Tomorrow,
The drinks may have left the house
The splendour on the grasses
May have lost it sight
The green may no longer shine of honor.
This child
Calls me papa and mama
Calls me with respect
For food, love and shelter.
This child is all grown up
Have become a roof over me
Have build a castle over my mansion
And have demanded tax from me.
Today,
The congregation gather in the mosque
Praying to Allah.
Tomorrow,
They gather in the church
Singing praises to God
What! Mohammed or Jesus Christ.
Today,
Barreness are the heavens
Tomorrow,
Pregnant are the clouds
As the storms cries with thunder
Begging to empty its bowels on the earth
What! Changes!!
No turning back.
Thursday, September 2, 2010 7:57:03 AM
Have i started well
This day, this month and year
Have i shy out of this shell
Of facing the future without fear
Or afraid of the morning bell.
Have i stand to erase the past
Every trace of its taste
Have i run fast
Away from it with haste
Allowing others to drawn in it blast.
If the laws have been broken
Once, twice and many times more
If this sin have been awaken
And the braises turn sore
Then innocence have fallen.
Then the future is turn past
Leaving all barricades to crumble
And starting well is no longer sure.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010 9:02:58 AM
What are we remembered for?
We mortal men of mortal origin
Living today, dying tomorrow
Walking these dusty paths of life
Clamouring for recognition and acceptance.
What is our purpose?
Coming down here to till and suffer
Working for everydays enjoyment.
Walking in the wee hours thinking
Of new ways to make it last.
What multitude are we all?
Coming down here, defying the odds
Writing our names in the sands of time
Dying after too long,too short perseverance
Only tying it to the lives of few men.
We mortal men of mortal origin
Sacrificing our lifes in battles
Leaving everything to be legends
Our names plastered to the hearts of men
Singing our praises from century to century
Yet, dying a fools death of selfcenteredness.
Our lives, our blood, our concern
Not yielding to heresay or side talk
We match forward only for victory
Our names carved on the head stones of great graves
To be remembered for eternity.
Monday, August 30, 2010 8:38:30 AM
I am a lazy man's world
old and young like the weather
shivering in hot times
not once but many suns
when the planting season is young
and the ground still hard to the hoe
and men toiling from sun to sun
I, a lazy man's world
would wrap the wrapper all over me
and would sleep from sunrise to sunrise.
I am a lazy man's world
family upon family quarrel
since i, as a child can remember
the melodous sounds of scolding
beating me here,beating me there
like drum beat to my ears
I sleep to its lullabic sounds.
I am a lazy man's world
loving things as soft as i am
slower,lesser than half the other men's world
I, a lazy man's world
am lazy as a child
and i am lazy as man.
Seeing myself and seeing nothing wrong
I am a perfect man.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010 5:21:08 PM
Plato once said:
At the touch of love
Everyone becomes a poet
Today is that day where i choose to be one
To sing the songs of love
Your songs of love
Cos you are a gem that captures the eyes
Your smile lights up a room
As the sun lights up the world.
YOU are a goddess among men
A beauty to much to comprehend
Far greater than that of Isis
Or her neighbour Cleopatra
Is it your attribute?
Your gentility touches the earth
A meekness not found among men
Is what you carry
How can i say that i am not touched?
How, when a single smile
Can quench a storming weather
It is not with regret
That i stand before you today
But with great joy
An over whelming joy to good to describe
Cos nature has provided you a partner
One that nature abides in
Because love is more thank friendship
But a moment,
That takes your breath away
Which you have found in him
Today is that moment
A moment of matrimony
A moment of two love birds
Who have found thier song
Under the heavens
Sunday, August 8, 2010 10:37:30 PM
My little worries
to life and life
to teenage life and it slow pace
to adulthood and it fast pace.
My fears with many worries
leaking into my dreams
telling sleep to go away
to pilgrimage of insomnia
leaving me half life
half health.
To many to think:
how marrage life would be like;
how work will take the place of school;
how parenthood will be the topic of the day,
to think that one will become that which one hated the most.
Me and my worries
sleeping together
praying not to be caught in each others net
singing to life and it many similarities
to time , as she becomes to familiar.
Am i alone
insane with these worries
seeing history over and over
i know we all have one
sleeping next to us.
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