The stream (all workshops)
My mind,
So cluttered by sex hormones,
My mind
Steeped in furtively texting married men,
My mind
Seeing lovers with fingers at the ready,
My mind
unbuckling their constant longings,
My mind
With thoughts of ex husbands in public toilets,
Gay clubs, and parks
My mind
with nightmares of unreal fidelity
My mind
didn't say hello to God
the moon fills with light
silver ribbons beam on down
Earth lowers her eyes
light flickers
and taps trickle
far ago
the summer hush
descends to the dark dank lush
of falls crush
peppermint kiss
from cellophane tryst
a cold red dusk
coating light
through mist
haunted and colored
with whats been
done
in the shadows
and statues
of whats
begun
Come and taste the charms of aging
when solemnness cloaks the air
penning finely wrinkles
along with whitened hair
Come, inhale the purging wisdom
that wraps the golden age
painting rare endeavors
to write on a pallid page.
Come erase the widened sorrow
the years insist to draw
into eyes with laughs
lest tears indwell and grow
Come on, let us ride with courage
Don't shy away a grace
parents went before
with steps and constant pace.
A destructive cuckoo in the nest
trouble causing what he do best
he'll put your patience to the test
with one eye open he like to rest
Loves being an annoying pest
mischief chasing with zest
I'd like to cough him of my chest
My temper he play with and molest
I held him longer on my breast
my favourite, my maternal lust
my confession hidden in his dust
Love so explosive, I could burst
There was a time I could walk into any pub in Sydney
And meet someone
Be it the pool table,
A discussion about the bosses
Or whatever
It doesn’t happen any more.
People go to pubs in groups
And don’t accept intruders.
Something has been lost
Which I can’t quite define.
Perhaps it is me,
Looking old
And assumed uninteresting.
Mirrored mountains gleam
Ripples erase reflections
Water moves away
There's nothing like
mama's love
warm and sweet
on rainy days
There's nothing like
mama's love
softer than rose petals
on stormy nights
There's nothing like
mama's love
purer than fine gold
when you yearn mama's arms
Mama's love
gone, warm and sweet
softer than rose petals
purer than fine gold
Rest in peace
dear fine lady
we all love, missing you
forever in our hearts
We are always here
for each other
whom we love
like does no other
then one day we are gone forever
we still hope no one will forget us ever
as stars we are framed in heaven too
how love abounds for all of you
as Loved wishes
a Happy New Year
individually
to each friend like you …
even when its winter in the North
far up north is clad in snow
true well wishers follow us
forever
where ever
we may go…
II
A man reported his case to the law
During a festive season of the year
Of harassment by subterfuge
At the veranda of Monsieur Jonathan
Kids were making a roofing mat
When suddenly, masquerades appeared
The children ran inside the house
Ekpo broke the door, the kids fainted
As simple as this case might seem
It was a challenge to the plaintiff
He couldn’t speak in English
On this case which brought tension
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