There was a little bee It always wore black and yellow And was always happy The bee love the row, And the heat of the
Month: Jul 2015
A Psalm, again.
For the consciousness come thither to my weary soul The light shining upon the shades of my life The hope and love burning above all,
The Kiss
The touch of your warmth Standing besides your whole length The wealth I desire dwells in you You become the antidote to my cold The
Haiku: Frail bones
And each night I come to this bed To lay my weak and frail bones Your thoughts flood my stray mind With strength come from
A Strange Night
1 The cool night turned a storm The grey linings of the clouds Wore out with the passing firmaments The trees swirled in a wild
A muse: Stormy Night
After the long day The storm has its way But come what may we lived to say
You, my Inspiration
I shall look upon Thee In the face of the rising sun And on the evenings airy breeze Your beauty inspires me I sit staring
A Muse: The Corn and The Beetle
One day a black beetle Sat amused at the sight Of her neighbour from her tree shed “Oh how awful you look” She would say,
The House on the Road
There was a strange house near the highway Made of sun-burned bricks and hay Covered in soot and all about grey It stood like a
Dreams from the Front
Originally posted on African Thoughts, Proverbs, Poetry & Stories:
The joy I left here with has gone It has grown wings and I knew not…
Haiku: The Bridge
What is more beautiful than to build bridges To bring two different worlds together To bring in two nations to one embrace To bring land
A tale of Poetry
When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And
Muse: This Night
One look of things here, now The world would seem so absurd The love I hid in my heart years back Comes to play on
A farmers smile
The days work is done The farmer return with smiles The mother hold the little one And welcome him who labor The infant grips the
Haiku: God Everywhere
On the day that breaks forth On the blue clouds up the skies On the surprised stare of an infant There is God everywhere
The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills…
Angels
It becomes heavily cloudy The Lord lets it rain On the bosom of the rich and poor The suns ray beat us all this while
Haiku: Golden Corn
The season has come The mild sun has gone The day is mild across the fields The Corn is beheld
Musing: The Love I have
I found love in the air I breath Love in the waving trees Love in life, wild and close Love in a friendly dogs stare
Wonder says I
15.10.08 If men were to create themselves Then mirrors shall become gladiatory arenas And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty If ants could build skyscrapers
Three Poems
The Sunflower rests on the bark of the tree Blushing on the fate of the lover bee The strange buzzing love rant As she wonders
Lullaby: The Rain on the Roof
The nights cloud is ripe Full of Heavens dew to give Rain drops on our faces to wipe And to our beds warmth we cleave
