Poetry March 19, 2015

first_imgFrom Your CareBy Saah MillimonoFrom your care and consolation,Spring forth the pleasure of others,Blossoming in your dedicationAnd strength of will that never falters.You have walked many a troubled road,Your faith tested as though by fire,Your shoulders bearing many a heavier loadBut refusing to retire.Your heart is like an iron woodThat outlives a generation,And rises in a triumphant moodThat leaves no cause for indecision.You have had your doubts,To be sure, and which is only human;But even in those very doubts,You have emerge triumphant likeCeasar the RomanMay the consolation that others findAnd have found in all your yearsBring the best of every kind,Leaving no cause for tears.I RISE By Matenneh-Rose L. DunbarThough the words down my sensesI still riseThough loved ones demoralize meI still riseThough all paths seem cloudedI still riseThough my valley stretch up highI still riseThough tons of filthy water covers upI still riseThough the same old bench gives wayI still riseThough ten trucks fall in my passageI still riseThough the voice of the soul piercesI still riseThough my tears run to bathe my cheeksI still riseThough it is day but darkness surroundsI still riseThough buddies plan to strike your backI still riseThough the task faces many uphill trudgesI still riseThough history says I can never make itI still riseThough men desire to suppress that dreamI still riseThough my eyes thin out due to near fearI still riseThough no one think it is possible for meI still riseThough rain burst fill the once blue sun skyI still riseThough the pens tremble bare in my handsI still riseThough purple splurges wild next to hazelI still riseThough I am weakened and cold from wordsI still riseThough teeth and tongue cohabit they clashI still riseThough time and events rips hearts far apartI still riseThough clamor fills the suppose to be calmI still riseThough in the hands of the all Almighty KingI still riseGUILTY CONSCIENCEBy Varney L.S. GeanThe enemy won’t have that feeling when so forlornThe fraudster won’t even ponder about it one minuteThe babies care less as they make the most of everythingThe robbers want all and think less about our grievancesThe silent rival won’t hesitate to make a huge benefitNo Guilty ConscienceThe cheating husband won’t think of your affection at allThe nagging wife won’t mind you need some quiet timeThe fastidious boss will be all in shredding you apartThe murdered won’t even give you moment for last prayerThe judge won’t smile as he slams the gravel ever so hardNo Guilty ConscienceThe priest won’t laugh while telling you of your many sinsThe teacher won’t bulge to mark the red on the report cardThe opponent only aims to bring you down and wins it allThe cab driver will exploit you and think little of your situationThe person loved so much could be the game you never winNo Guilty ConscienceThe police will thrash you without the single feeling of mercyThe torrent will pour down tougher without any considerationThe sun blazes and thinks little of the warmth suffocating youThe heart beats the minds, the body chills, the feet itchesThe friends won’t mind if you fall whilst they make some gainsNo Guilty ConscienceCHERISH THE MOMENTBy Matenneh-Rose L. DunbarEveryone has someone out thereMaybe a rustic molded old gnomeIn peace wait for the right momentGo in search of it for all of eternityTango happily with a pig in a wigCherish the MomentIf not written will not happen as nowTake careful strides how to voyageIn each breath place the Great soWith hope of a child expect muchEven a pig with a wig will sufficeCherish the MomentLIFEBy Varney L.S. GeanIf time is so fleetingLive it well before it speedily endsIf life is so fragrantEnjoys it before it loses it savorIf life is filled with agonyEliminate it and fill it with happinessIf life brings forth successEnjoy but share with others to make memoriesIf life comes with misfortuneHang on till fortune knock at your doorIf life is the worst envisionsClose your eyes and dream againIf life is filled of long chaptersShorten it to style a paradiseIf life bears of abysmal curseBless it and pursue more blessingsIf your life makes you smileShare it with others and make them smirkIf life possesses too many abstractsFilled it no less with thousand concretesTimeBy Lekpele M. NyamalonYou’re a tranquilizerI heardThis is your timeClean up the shredsWash upLeave behind only memories of youTimeIt’s your turnTake itGrow up new memories with your fertilizersYou PoststockadeBy Lekpele M. NyamalonDon’t smile at meI was kept in your basementLike a rabbitAnd you never budged.Fed like a ratWhile you looked onBeaten with catridgesAnd you looked away.Why now?Do you need a friend?Keep doing your thingI dread your nameYou know itYou can’t grap meNot anymoreShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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