There is not a day,
That I did not plan,
To sit and write a poem.
Why? There always has been,
One topic- too many,
Hoarded here at heart.
Yet I did not write,
For I fear my words,
Might come piercing back.
I've heard some say,
Words ruin good things,
I've already lost enough.
Yet here I am sitting,
Writing off my not writing,
I will not fear failing.
For I must brave up now,
To write for the future,
Who's 'now' will be the past.
24.05.2022
Jonah of old to Nineveh went, And when his mission did end, He sat in the heat of the sun His head got burnt and scorched But the Lord with His mercies full, Gave Jonah a tree for shade.
The tree gave him back his life, When his neck was bent, His throat badly parched, He was refreshed, His spirit revived.
The Lord then sent a worm Which did eat the tree, Which did then kill the tree And Jonah got upset, But the tree remained lifeless.
You are a tree, The worm is near, The worm must come, To bring you back home, To rest your body in soil, The soil from which you came.
What will you do before then? Dear tree, will you shelter? Will you restore a dying man? The master made you for shelter Shade a Jonah with your lovely leaves. And be ready for the worm is near.
In this journey called life, Missing a turn has brought many strife, Things would be different; if we’d live more in the moment As God’s grace is enough, even when our will supercedes His I’d appreciate the plant like Jonah, enjoy the good while it lasts
When your steps are slagged, do not lose your spark He gives rest, Just as He provided a shade for Jonah His love is always up, and it’s burn as intense as the sun Even when from purpose we run, He will quench our thirst
When you get a win, live a life that is full of praise Keep your eyes on the prize, you might just get a raise But be careful lest you settle, a worm might be sent Just like one was for Jonah, and the tree that grew just fell
This heart pounds fast When my soul gets hurt Then my tear-filled eyes Can not hold anymore So my breathing shifts As my nostrils clog I try to hold it in But my courage fails
An awful sigh departs As my tears well up Just then they break their banks ‘To a stream or two Nature pulls them down Or else they’d gush at you My heart catches fire As more tears spiral down To quench a heart hurt fire In my burnt-up soul.
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I’ve been kissed and kissed, First by nature’s main man called sun, Then by life’s unpleasantness in turn, One has given me the highs of a tan, The other just proved to me that I can.
I love you. So I’ll bind myself with these vows, In front of the bishop, And a crowd of witnesses and gossips, To love and to cherish you, Until death takes me home. Not just on sunny days, I want to stick around through your ugly days, To share in sickness and in health.
Though it scares me to say, I want to go into labor for you, That I might birth your offspring. Children with your very frame. So when I say I love you, I’m acknowledging your village folk, Even when they throw skeptical glances my way, I’ll still respect them. Your mama and papa, Who I haven’t already met- I choose them too, And I will put up with them, Just for you.
And when I say it’s you, I know you can not cook, And that your sink is always full, You never needed a dish rack, You only wash when you have to cook,
I’ve seen the fruit flies in your kitchen, And smelt the stench of your bathroom, But I will still take you, With your burping habit, And reeking feet, If I am choosing you, I’ll take this mixed-up batch.
I have seen you praising Him, Felt your brokenness in prayer, Watched you spread kindness like confetti, I have seen your smile, And heard your contagious laugh, I have seen you work, You never quit till you succeed, I have peeked at your strong arms, With which you’ve lifted many, And I want to trust them too. To lift us up in prayer.
I’ve had dreams and goals, And as I choose you, I’ll ascribe to yours too, To back you up in all you do, And if all my life I be your slave, My poison is you so I’ll take it. When I say I love you, Think of this- there is no shorter route.
Nature is a love,
Vulnerable yet true,
Delicate like rose petals,
Rare like the sighting of a bat at daytime,
Or the night jar at at day break.
Nature is the brilliance of sunrise,
The magnificence of sunset,
It’s the gentle breeze on a hot summer,
And tender grass under a toddler’s tiny feet.
It’s the lover’s love –
One he sought for years,
Till one day it showed up,
Much like an eclipse –
It was there, it was true,
It was beautiful then did fade.
Nature is the angry tide,
That broke the sandy castle,
Ran down with wicked waves,
It’s the fault line lakes which broke banks,
Submerged the villagers’ villages,
Took their territories.
It’s a dreadful tsunami,
Which packs up homes, lives, cities,
Leaving an indelible mark,
As that of a wildfire,
Though it brought up good shoots,
For the gazelles to graze,
Still killed the slow serpents,
And beasts that couldn’t escape.
So nature is a love,
That burned, drowned,
Yet also warmed, and gave life,
And it will kill you,
If it so pleases.