Posts Tagged ‘poem’

FLUTE GODDESS

Posted: August 8, 2017 in Uncategorized
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Melodies soft in nature,
Yet burning like fire.
Music, piercing like a hot spear
Though soothing like a mother’s comfort.
Playing through the day,
And drawing curtains over the night.

A touch of elegance;
As you play the anthem of the night
Beneath the stare of the full moon.
Making known the silent language of the heart.
A sound as magical as the hand that holds the flute.
A sight as beautiful as the lips of the wielder, …

#THMpoetry © 2017

Goodnight to the world
As sleep sings me a lullaby
Putting it’s glue on my eyes
Goodnight to the world.

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Life folds and unfolds
Like the mat of a bedwetter ,
It carries an unbearable stench
But a perfume to the bedwetter
It twists and turns
Like the braids of Sisala woman.
Leading to a dark nowhere
Like the path to the graveyard
Though it sometimes leads somewhere
Like rout to a banquet
Hmm mbr3 abrab) tse nye no.

It runs on the decisions
Like the roll coaster on its rails
Though sometimes presents you with none.
It comes at you with unlimited puzzles
Like the app for brain boosting.
But with limited answers.
Like the principle of Economics
Life they say ,
Is how you make it
Like the craft of the blacksmith
What if there nothing to make it
Like the painter without his paint
Hmm mbr3 )bra tse yen .

© The Haymaker 2015

THOUGHTS

Posted: October 5, 2015 in HARD NUTS, THE HAYMAKER
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Weighing down on me are my thoughts.
Raining down on me each second with the oughts .
Passing each moment like a novel
Filled with so many characters
That I wonder how big my head is.

Tossing and rolling on an empty bed,
Through the contours of my viens
Into the knuckles that clutch this pen
Causing it to move according to it’s waves
Like the ballet dancer to her tune.

My mind is at work,
My brain never seize to sigh.
Though I ask myself why,
I know its the surge to aim high
That has been society’s cry.

Holding fast onto my head
Like the beast who just missed being fed.
Hoping to make all seem clear
For that’s all I can bear
With this crown of thoughts I wear.

© The Haymaker 2015

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Symbol of Africanism
Flawlessly branded in beauty
With the smile worth fighting for
Tirelessly you work for perfection
Breaking the boundaries yet mounted.
Ye are the symbol of Africanism.

Fighting for the virtues of Mother Africa,
You stand for genuity
For the sake of thine voice ,
We turn on our electric mirrors,
For thine smile allay our terrors
Ye are the symbol of Africanism.

© The Haymaker 2015

CLAWS OF DEATH

Posted: August 24, 2015 in HARD NUTS
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I have kept quiet for days
Or is it for ages?
Contemplating on what I see
I have kept mute over what I have heard
I smell disgust in the belly of the pure
But I have kept quiet.

Even with my undercloth faded and exposed,
I have still kept quiet.
With the gong gong beater shouting his lungs out
I have still kept quiet
Rising up to see the hungry loins of the crawling ones
I still keep quiet.

The very tree I suck my first breast under
Is being turned into charcoal
But I still keep quiet.
Choking the lungs of the unborn
With the remains of pollution
Corroding the white walls with impurity
But I still keep quiet.

I have been quiet
For ages I have been quiet.
Quietness is death

I have been quiet
All I can do is to stare.
Death has made is so.

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ODE OF HEROES

Posted: August 1, 2015 in HARD NUTS
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Callously and clumsily we jump on each other
Feeding on the troubles of one another.
Taking pride in the disgrace of another
From the painful tears of another, we feed
Thinking not of our troubles but of the grunts and groans of another.
Do we not tire from our “selfless selfishness”?

With steel hard rods between our legs
As we droll over maidens.
As though our pockets are full
I tell you what;
They are full of envy and bloody jealousy.
The symbol of a “true man”.

We learned of “dame” ;
Game of the wise
Now our domain
For its a game of drunkards.
The mighty )ware; Game of the lazy.
Our lips waits the greetings of the calabash

Arguing from dawn to dusk
As though we were on Talking
Point.
I guess we would make great pundits
Splattering saliva all about
With hopes of licking up our woman’s soup.
We leave tomorrow to itself

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BEHIND THE MOON

Posted: July 19, 2015 in NATURE
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Where I want to be
Soaring high above the earth
With no worries
There I want to be

In thine light;
My love shall glow,
For thine exuberance energizes me
Behind the moon I want to be.

Thine beauty explains nature
Its essence lies in thine magnificence
Oh beauty, I wish to ride on your back.
My behind you I shall make my abode

Gentle and soothing it shall be;
As I drank in the beauty of stars.
Soaking my ear, with the music of the night.
All I see shall be of classiness

My eyes now free itself of tears
For my heart’s wish seems afar
Who shall carry me there?
For behind the moon my heads aims to rest.

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Behind me is the ancient clock
It continues with its anthem of tick tock
At the time I wore smock
Hiding what is in stock
For I feared the black lock.

Making waves behind the block
For in front, mouths are ready to mock
On the rusty doors I knock
As I brace myself for whatever shock.
For behind me is the sacred rock.

Finding whale on the dry dock.
As I bare my back for the hawk
With nothing to boast of but a red sock
I leave you to gawk.
As you feast on your hock.

My time now nears
As I put to rest my fears
The whispers on He hears
For my sake you shall spill your beers
As you crave to render your cheers.

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