I felt the waning in your touch
but hope somehow still lived in me
that I could cause your heart to lurch
but I should’ve left you to be free
offspring from lawless state
evil sexual predator
thought your fancy doctorate
gave you rights above all others
you hired me for your project
measuring skeletons and X-rays
thought you'd nail the village idiot
you never dreamed I'd get away
Car stops at light
sliver of white
wafts past the window
is that smoke
or is it steam
or dust from the road?
(1)
my page is full of boxes
checked off in so many ways
with more than half a dozen mixes
I’m what my gene test says
(2)
woman of colour, a working mother,
low in the pecking order
I earned my stripes, I did my time
never sought favours,
it made me stronger
As I pass by happy families
parents, children, strolling by
I wonder if beneath are stories
of more than just what meets the eye
that look, that glance, that glimpse of interest
I know they wonder, same as I
I don’t brush my hair
the handfuls that fall out irk me
drifting on clothes and floors
and trailing naked arms ticklingly
Neat hair is less of it;
better a dreadlocked combover
clumped wing-length in a disorganised mess
and the remainder of youth
You comfort me with your strange elusive smile
You make me laugh, if even for a little while
And when I’m down you make me feel like I could fly
And still survive
In one "back to the future", two thousand fifteen
hoverboards seemed propelled by a gale
It's now two thousand seventeen, such hoverboard unseen
All for the want of a nail.
You vicious scum, disgusting maggot
you live off flesh that wells with reeking rot
festered in salty sweat rankingly rendered
from aching angst of loveless labour
air erupts, incinerating haze;
rapids merged from confluence,
cascading crescendo.
saturated blaze.
we heard what was not mentioned
we listened with one heart
we proved that distance
could not keep us apart
Who’s that talking to you
voices in your ear
do you think it's easy
to stand up to one you call leader
Poetry is great therapy for stress
specially when longing for each other
but even at its cathartic best
it makes a really poor bedfellow
My words they have vanished,
my voice has gone hoarse.
my melody's stifled
my choruses lost.
I had no clue
when I walked away
that I'd be the only one
with the stiff price to pay
I see a lush garden
chiccos, mangoes, papayas,
guavas thrive
flowers live along side:
roses, lilies, dahlias, and
queen of the night
has just closed her arms
waiting to embrace another dusk.
a small white fluffy Pomeranian
barks around me frantically,
birds in overhanging branches
tweet cheerfully,
welcoming the sun.
When it was mornings time to bloom
I felt her presence fill the room
deep blue eyes and silken hair
she looked at me as if to share
Surreality last night
I was walking walking
past many faces
wishing wishing
everyone
There'll come a time
when the world will be ruled
by people who want peace
do you want to be part of those people
or do you want to trap yourself
in a world of vice and hatred
where he and she are different species
where they and we are not to be mated
where black and white are not tolerated
together