Category: Poetry

Consistency

Consistency. As time goes and as we grow, change is inevitable in our sight. We stretch, we expand, we become alien to our own selves yet, the core is what is important to us. Consistency equals familiarity. It equals home. It equals hope. While we embrace the differences and the flaws that pop up now and again, there’s always a…

THE VOICE OF GOD

It’s a still small voice As gentle as a flowing stream Reminding us of His tenderness When He numbers the hair on our head Like the move of rushing waters So is His voice sometimes Like a mighty storm I feel it surging through me Likened to thunder Over the expanse of the firmament His message is simple ‘Everything is…

LIFE’S WATERS

‘How can the waters of life be navigated?’ For I feel I am drowning sometimes Whereas other times I feel I am in control In control over the waves and tides, Over the tempest and turbulence And at such times, I feel like the man The man that languishes in sorrow; I notice that when I am in control Then…

RAMBLINGS

We live for ourselves Sometimes for our children, Hardly for our country, Often times, for our God Sometimes we’re merry Sometimes we’re weary; Sometimes we’re happy Sometimes we’re grumpy – We wish, we wish That in one swoosh, ‘Twill be alright; And e’erything straight We live to love? And love to live? Maybe we need more Time, hug, laughter Smile,…

If Anger was a woman

her voice is familiar, yet her bite is deadly. She knocked down everything with her touch like a fire, she starts with a flick, and grows into a giant flame, fed by envy, jealous and the most deadly of them all, pride. Her rage can not be contained as her heart hardens up no apology can sooth her, no act…

Intelligence Is Beautiful

Your intelligence is beautiful, And so are you. I admire the way you walk, However, the way you think is much more admirable. I sometimes think you apply too much foundation, However, your eloquence is awesome, and it`s on it that my attraction finds its roots. Even though I think your concealers can be better applied, I, however, consider your…

HOPE SOME MORE

Is there hope for the hopeless?Is there a voice for the voiceless?Will the village children ever sing again?Will tales by the moonlight be told again?For the children’s cry wake up the mothersAs their stomachs growl for a morsel –Mothers wail over their young onesFathers sit and stare in pain;They recant tales of the good ol’ daysThey wish for the days…

In Perfect Peace

The rain the previous night, The wind that came with it, The soft, fresh air this morning, The rustling leaves, The sunrise, The chirping birds, My early morning meditation, punctuated by some sips of water, My time at the loo, The brushing of my teeth, All these I experience alone, In perfect peace. The status updates can be disturbing, The…

Free

Distressed . It stands beside me , beyond the eye can see. Envelopes itself around like a snake around a mango tree Fear coils up its snaky body around me, attached to me like gold jewellery complimenting every shade of me like it knew my perfect match – the perfect foundation shade that I couldn’t find in any mayberline it…

Choice

Will you, dearest, choose me again and forever this time?