TODAY

Darkness breaks in uninvited
Unexpected as a dust devil
Sky, gone.
Clouds an inky black,
Yet another day rolled over.

As sun vacates her place,
Like the fading glam of youth,
A faint wick.
Small- the glow of moon,
A new ruler  now enthroned.

Tomorrow being conceived,
Lays in the womb of sky,
Little kicks.
Restless clouds depart,
Rumbling clouds in distress labor.

When her water breaks,
So does Daybreak’s glow,
Brilliant rays.
Morning joy is here.
Another sun begotten.

26.10.19

Her Hair Is A Forest

Pinterest Image

Her hair is a forest,
like the decorated Congo.
Its roots are deep and strong,
it has highlights on its tips.
Its thick like a Savannah,
and it’s darkened like the night.
It emulates a fur ball
once you smoother it with oil.

It doesn’t much resemble
all the silky heads I’ve seen,
It tangles like a sheep’s wool,
on its olive-scented scalp.
Its curls are like cold noodles,
and it’s bun is very messy –
at times I think her hair’s
no common hair at all.

15.10.2020

A September Love

Pinterest Image

When mornings grew chillier,
And the air grew mistier,
Grass blades had gathered dew,
And the short rains begun.

They met and quickly fell
In love ‘fore they could tell,
Words were said,
Promises new made.

To the mall they went,
To the cinema halls,
Merry were the days,
Cheery the chilly days.

And while the short rains lasted,
No they did not last,
Thus much their days of love,
Before the sun dried all.

25.9.2020

The Rise of The Tree Trunks

No one would have known,
That eventually they would  strike,
Their plan was underway,
Ready to be unveiled.
You could tell they were angry,
It’s something they anticipated,
Something they had to do.

Forget the Mafia, they were disguised
Unlike our armies, they didn’t need armour
They needed not a commander,
The anger each one had,
Was enough to rile them up,
Fire them throughout,
As long as the war would last.

Right before they attacked,
The clouds were sagging low,
Hanging out here an there,
Spread out everywhere,
The weathermen predicted a storm.
It’s when our kind ran outside,
To get this and that,
Food, milk, candles, and pills,
Before they’d lock themselves up,
In their cosy wooden structures,
And wait for the storm to pass.

Just then, when Anna was heading back,
When Marcus was cycling home,
Just before the woman sold her last onions,
And the milkman packed his milk tanks,
Right when Justin alighted the bus,
Then, our kind was scattered around,
Rushing to get home.
That’s when it all began.

First there were shadows, long dark shadows
The kind you see in a rainforest,
When strolling in the evening light.
There was one, two, three, four, more and more,
Suddenly, they came out of the shadows,
Where they had been hiding,
And began to strike.

The mighty Trunks,
You could tell they were but stumps,
Saturated with water and dirt,
Rising up to the height of the clouds,
Old stumps in agony,
Over days lost to humans,
Over happiness snatched away,
And the beauty of sunshine,
Oh how the had adored sun!
If only our kind knew it,
They probably wouldn’t…
But they had and it was too late,
Man had taken the lives of The Trees,
Slaughtered them one by one,
Massacred them heartlessly,
And watched them cry to death,
Till they had no more sap left,
They left their homes  abandoned.
Leaving them with but one choice-
To take revenge.

The weatherman was right about the storm,
Though it’s not rain that fell that day,
It was The Tree Trunks.
They fell among the crowds,
Across the roads and stopped the cars,
They stroke apartments which  crumbled down,
People died, some were maimed,
Homes were broken into,
Everything turned upside down,
The earth had come to a stop,
For a moment there,
The Trees rejoiced,
Our kind mourned,
A transaction of pain.

29.4.2020

Let’s End It

I feel ashamed for all the parts of me I let you see,
That our loss was feeding into fears and insecurities,
We never made it half way through,
These are only tiny steps we’ve taken here.
They say that hurt people hurt people,
I wanted to think that this is false,
But I’ve been hurt by all that happened here,
I pray that this won’t wound me and make me another –
Hurt person who hurts people

I wish I spent more on friendship,
That way we wouldn’t have come this far,
But sadly we have already come,
And we have hurt one another,
Because there’s parts of you I cannot read through,
And there’s parts of me you cannot comprehend,
And I wish we could exchange eyes for a few,
And see just how easy this could be solved.

I have played most of my cards,
At trying to reason with you,
I am not sure if yours are spent,
Or that you’re still insistent on me changing –
Things am not sure I know by name
You keep saying you’re working on yourself,
The more you do that the harder you make it for me,
I can’t seem to understand what’s going on
I am lost in this course.

We set love down back somewhere,
And I feel that it would have answered this,
Cause I know that love covers all,
And somehow we’ve become as strangers,
Who know nothing about the other,
Except for we’re not strangers,
We shouldn’t act like we are.

Let’s meet at the place we met last time,
Make it fast for the sake of my burning heart,
And when you arrive I will join you,
Please don’t bring food on that day,
Come with a handkerchief or two,
I’ll do the same,
And we will break this vicious cycle,
Of trying to make each other see what we’re about,
Of conflicting and crushing personalities,
We will end it at that very carpet,
We’ll cry our eyes out,
And then say our goodbyes,
To a love that expired before its time.

Woke Up To A Bad Dream

LizMishPics

I woke up from deep sleep,
Terrified by a bad dream,
Looked around,
The room was well-lit
The curtains drawn,
Was it midday?
And oh, “This is not my room!”

I, puzzled as can be
Put on sandals, rushed  outside,
“What is this?”
Was I wearing a dress?
The type they give to patients.
But why?
Was I really sick?
Who’s to tell!

The streets half empty,
Their faces strapped with masks,
I noticed one around my neck,
The humans-
Walking fast,
Sweating,
Was I dead?
Was I a ghost?
So I pinched myself.
Alive, but numb.

I woke up on a sick bed,
In a sick dress,
To a sick world,
When I just about called home,
I couldn’t find my phone,
So I went back,
Just then,
My alarm rang,
I woke up in my own bed,
I woke up to a sick world,
And in my own skin,
But everything felt like a dream.

27.4.2020

💕YOU💕

(I used to write poetry, I still do.)


You are a rare gem,
A precious one at that,
Strong as a diamond,
Truly unbreakable,
You have become my strength,
Close friend and confidant,
The reason why I smile so oft,
Why my cheeks are turning red.

Every time you sing to me,
You make my heart beat fast,
My tears just about roll down,
But blend into a smile.
The wall I’d built up high,
Is slowly crumbling down,
Cause I can be myself,
Unveil to you my flaws.

You snog so affectionately,
I can feel your heart race,
And as I breath your air,
I want to stay some more,
Just then you draw me in,
Pressed in against your chest,
At last I feel at home!

I love you to my brim,
I’m happy to have you,
When’er you look at me,
I think, “How blessed I am”!

February, 2020

The Boy I Love

(Here’s my #TBT)

I have a problem with the boy I love,
It’s a problem related to love,
Infact, my problem is love.
See, at first I couldn’t understand,
But now I do, it’s clear as glass.

Now if you’ve read my work,
You’ll know that I can love,
For mine was a jar of love- overflowing,
Ready to fill in his.

Now the boy I love loves too,
But I bet I love slightly more,
So it’s true he cares about me,
And I tend to overcare and worry about him.

Look here, I’ve been giving a little som’more,
Expecting that he too will,
Turns out it’s all in my mind,
Because he’s not thinking of that.
22.6.18

Mama Never Told Me

LizMishPics

Mama told me to smile,
In the face of the good,
Of the bad,
Of the ugly.

She said, “Keep an open heart”
Love baby, love like Jesus,
In good times,
In hard times.

Mama never told me,
That love is hard to give,
In the rain,
And in the shine,

You don’t always get back,
All the love you gave up,
Not in March,
Nor December,

Mama will you tell me,
How much more one has to give?
Or shall I stop?
Shall I never stop?

Vibrato

Vibrato!

How you speak and sing,
In the very same line,
Vibrato! Vibrato!
If I say what I think,
And you shout a “me too”,
Vibrato! Vibrato!
It’s when you listen,
Pay attention to my noise,
Vibrato! Vibrato!
And when you smile,
A full blown smile-
Vibrato! Vibrato!
You’re making me laugh,
Stop cracking my ribs,
With vibrato! It’s vibrato!
And soon I just might run,
Across those grassy fields,
In a rather vibrant way,
Till you hear the music ring.

25.1.2020

‘TIS THE CLOUDS.

I love the rain.

Those little clouds went out,
Those little clouds went out last night,
Those naughty clouds made fools,
Those naughty clouds made fools of selves,

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,

And when to bed they went,
And when to bed they went to sleep,
They went,
They went to sleep.
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep,
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep at all,
Couldn’t sleep,
Couldn’t sleep at all.

Their bladders full they had to,
Their bladders full they had to go,
They had to,
They had to go.
They wet themselves,
They wet themselves and soiled they clothes,
Wet themselves,
Wet themselves and soiled their clothes.

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
We rose,
We from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,
They were wet,
They were soiled and wet.

06.12.19

Like Children

We’re not children anymore,

Though I wish we were.

We’re not innocent as we were.

We have become a fraud.

We lie and give fake smiles.

Say things we don’t really mean.

We fool around and mess up hearts.

Because we’re selfish.

Too lazy to care.

Let’s be children for a while,

If for once we’ll tell the truth,

Talk our hearts out,

Say things as they are,

Let’s forgive because we love,

And show up as we really are,

Yes let’s show our faces,

Our real imperfect faces.

We can put down our masks,

And the fake names that we’ve taken.

2.10.19