I’m a Titan! For I dance under the greying skies, Strip the trees bare of green leaves And watch it slowly die with my pitchforks I’m a Titan I tease the streams and oceans So when they wash up dying lives on the dust I pity and sigh with discontentment I’m a Titan I dig… Continue reading Titan
Tag: man
I wonder why it is called a tree
Yet she is dressed like a masquerade
With thorny arms raised to deliver a blow
And fins to wade thru a turbulent storm
Dangerous as she looks,
She is quietly harmless
Swerving from one wind to another
She enjoy the attention of the airs
When there is a heavy storm
She guides the little shrubs
When the sun shine bright
She takes also much heat
She stand, tall and fixated…
Breaking the wind surge
Wearing a grim apparition
One of piety and grace
She possesses queer tentacles
Which come as green leaves
Growing a shade of shadows
For every thing which seek refuge
The tree is both benevolent to man and wild
Dancing to the tune of both commanders
She gives her fruits as food and snack
And the leaves and barks are vegetables
So this person called the Palm
Is more than a tree.
In parts of lands below the Tropics
We can say she is part of the culture
Love
Tomorrow looks faint At times we wonder What will happen next? What if the stars fall? Nature looks on, letting the rain Wash the greases off the machine The blood of blasted bodies and souls And feeds all into the rivers One wonders why infants Are destroyed, not a chance given A total future wiped… Continue reading Love
A Tale of the Trees
Tonight, it is airy And I can hear voices I heard the Pine trees whisper To all trees, Baobabs, Oaks; and the bald Owl A tale of the nights With the Moon on guard The Wild Plums struggling to stay awake To hear the tale of the trees ‘Listen brethren, I get a tale’ The… Continue reading A Tale of the Trees
Poetry in the morning
While we wait for the warmth from the sun And let our minds roam and run Now the Winds still blows Looking for his bride to woo The clouds are still sleepy And a Bumblebee buzzed pass, happy Scents from trees tops Descend upon the little mushrooms And all is happy on the sight There… Continue reading Poetry in the morning
