Monday, September 6, 2010

We Don"t See Clearly

An eerie glimpse of silence

Winds gush and talk in whispers

Memories ignite the forgotten violence

Our people traumatized by sharp clippers

It is clear we must opt for peace and self-reliance.


Images of yester years intertwine

History loses its meaningful rendition

Cursed with dripping blood and consigned

To a fruitless and leaderless expedition

It is clear we have failed to bind.

Opportunities we have let resign

Decisions constructed on shaky premises

Chalets of hypocrisy and limited design

Our choices expand ferociously into nemesis

It is clear we have been left behind.


Pockets of murmuring diffuse frequently

Sadness and grief contaminate souls

Misfortune and mishaps face us daily

A place of wealthy and natural abode

It is astonishing we don’t see clearly.

Look, Understand and Respond

Eyes see but refuse to look

Ears hear but fail to understand

Mind digests and seeks to respond.

Look at the music of eyes

Understand the cries of ears

Respond to the urges of mind.


Eyes look but refuse to see

Ears understand but fail to hear

Mind responds and seeks to digest.

Look, understand and respond

Respond, understand and look.

That Day

That day…

I gazed attentively into the hourglass.

That day…

Thoughts and images spurted melodies of jazz.

That day…

Questions about eternity were impatiently last.

That day…

Confidence and bravado missed out on the class.

That day…

Death gazed into my inner soul and passed.

That day…

Consciousness and conviction leaped into the stars.

That day…

Life played its differing and distinctive parts

That Day

That day…

I gazed attentively into the hourglass.

That day…

Thoughts and images spurted melodies of jazz.

That day…

Questions about eternity were impatiently last.

That day…

Confidence and bravado missed out on the class.

That day…

Death gazed into my inner soul and passed.

That day…

Consciousness and conviction leaped into the stars.

That day…

Life played its differing and distinctive parts

The Poet

Alone in the emptiness of a room

The poet is cogitating and starts to loom

Themes ooze sporadically like the flight of a balloon

Pictures proceed into the stillness of a full moon.

Thoughts foreign to his mental space

Come into form beautifully without haste

Adding each line with a distinctive taste

To conjure the perfect idyllic paste.


Yet within the confines of his soul

The poet reaches into his growth pole

He digs depths of rhapsody untold

Sparkling and glittering towards a goal.

Manifestations spew out onto the road

Meanings and metaphors rapture the load

The poet overcomes and exhibits the bold

By celebrating lyrical verse written in gold.

The Poets Acrostic

Potent thoughts manifest

Open doors a golden chest

Elevate possibility activity

Transform words into reality

Idiomatic expression

Converges in midnight session

Verbal proclamations written

Enlarging captivating listen

Redefining essential norms

Spoken ideologies creating storms

Everyday a poet activates forms