Roses catch rays of sunlight in their red gaze,
While a butterfly flutters by. Forget the butterfly.
A blue jay descends on a ray, its wings ablaze,
Throwing shimmering rays the way of the rose,
And they play sun ray tennis,
Bluebells, and sunflowers too are in that place,
As the blue jay sings its song you'd hate to hear
On a cold morning as dawn gently tickles your face,
Half dreaming, half feeling your lover's arm
Not too heavy, just cozy right,
Singing lyrics that lull you out of sleep to haste
The day away with chores, leaving the heartbeat
Behind, and longing to return as the sun kisses the waves.
I'm watching sun ray tennis between the blue jay
And the rose, thinking about Love.
You know, the Love that made the world and the days,
Chose a people, and a cross, and who just Is.
Yes. He said it Himself as Moses captured the phrase:
"I am who is". He doesn't last, He just is,
Like eyes locked in romantic embrace.
Watching the blue jay, butterfly, rose and sun rays,
Dancing their love around the halo they create,
Bathed in the majesty of nature's ultimate masterpiece,
I wish that all our love, all your love doesn't last,
But rather, may this love always be.
"One day you'll fall in love"
I heard the knife stab my ear drums
For that word had wheels with sturdy spokes
And rolled away from the bleeding guillotine
With the hearts it had stolen, then broken.
Romeo fell up the balcony while the bats
Roamed the sky, catching the bugs in his
Poetry. The melody cast a shadow at Juliet's
Door and with his head over her heels,
Her heart was gripped by the lyrics
Pouring into the secrecy of that instant.
The crickets sang the background, and
Everything heaven seemed to hang in the air,
The breeze waltzed her hair, her dress
Throwing shimmers to enthralled Romeo:
Never to part, they'll live the ever after ...
Romeo's dead, then fall Juliet.
Over and over the Poison and the Dagger
Start as toddler Egos, wanting what they want
And nothing else. Led by the fear of
Being on an island, we seek to put the
Other in a cage, and have them lark
Out our favorite songs to the rising
Sun, with pretty feathers, as pretty
As the bars that we have offered them
To look out through. Who wants to be alone?
So Romeo dared choose the suicide of women,
And Juliet that of men, each conquering fear of
Their worst death to defeat their worst fear,
For who wants to be alone?
Maybe it wasn't love after all?
Maybe the judges gavelling unknowing children
To a future of multiple homes, fathers and mothers
Or single homes, with guns drawn across the parapet
Aren't breaking love, but something else?
Maybe I shouldn't fear the word as I've been taught
By decades of soap operas, movies, stories
And by this dog-eared blue and read Oxford dictionary.
Maybe we're all wrong to think when we own
A person, we are doing it for Love?
Maybe love is giving it all, and even more
Till we have no more blood to pour?
Maybe Love has given it all, and even more,
So we know how to love our neighbour?
Only yesterday you put your fingers in my eyes
As if to dot them, to make them more perfect for you.
Today, you cross my Ts and with ink, dot my i's
For our conversations have got richer with each day
And as I recall cradling you to sleep with many tries
For you would stare, looking for everything new
In the living room, where you and I crawled like spies,
Discovering every nook, every cranny, every day,
I relish you now, on your way to start your own fires,
On your way to be the spirit that brings out something new,
On your way to reach mine, then peak at a higher spire
On your way to change the world, your way.
I chose you over surfing waves in the middle of there.
Here I stare into your eyes, like the paint smiling
At this magical moment. Lavender hovers between us
Like a connection heart to heart. I'm hung on your
Now I hold you, as the bars stay shut, the bars
Shudder at RNA code, and the restaurants cower.
All the doors are shut, so I shut our door and hold
I chose you. You chose me.
They are quite unpredictable like funeral tears.
The casket weighs down on a metallic stand in
The middle of the compound. The building
Is empty, the heart is empty, the palm fronds
Over this brownish soil staining my shoes
Have seen tears trickle in silence down faces.
The wind tries to snuff out the wick, but it resists.
You clung to the breath gushing out your throat,
Pulled by the cloaked reaper, but eventually it's
Gone. You've seen tears trickle down wrinkled
And smooth faces. You've consoled and cried,
With arms tight around a wounded shoulder.
Then, the breath soothed in melodic syllables.
You're clinging to the wind, the candle resists.
But the gusts gush too strong, the flame bends to
Mourn. The leaves rustle on the acacia tree,
The leaves rustle on the mango tree, The leaves
Pause to mourn. It wasn't the reaper calling.
A bearded Jew picks you up like a prom date,
His halo catching the pearls of your white dress.
The fiery chariot makes your half smile shine, as you
Look back at the tears to come, and say one last prayer.
But the gusts really gush too strong on the wick,
And the flames disappear to leave darkness.
We reach for the wick, but notice the flame still
Burns. The flame resists, our tears cannot.
Our fears cannot.
A fiery chariot
Took you away to a better place, but we are in
A bad place. We wanted to hear your voice,
We wanted to hold you, not some wax and wick in wind.
We wanted to own you, but life is for God's glory
And glory is unpredictable like a candle in the wind
Why would you smile at a stranger at the store?
This morning the cat wrecked her pristine couch and
Gouged with lion claws the eyes of her nascent smiles.
Her son got the cue and stood in the path of a passing flu
That knocked him out of his bed onto a sick one
Where temperatures rose and fell to the sound of
The neighbour complaining about the ball that wrecked a
Window. Yesterday, her boys launched a satellite
Off course that took the pieces of glass to the trash.
Why would you smile at the stranger at the store?
That all she's got,
It's all she's got.
The drops of rain piano on the bars of my window
Where I can see the hide and seek game sun and rain
Play; the clouds laugh in silver rays like joyous waterfalls:
Birds love waterfalls. They polka the sky and tweet
Their cares away to the gentle wind under their wings.
Nature just opened its eyes to smile on the eternity
Of me, the sun, the rain, the clouds, the wind, the birds,
And the rest of restless creation soaking in the beautiful
Predicament of being alive for just this brief while
And yet relishing the divinity and love in every moment of it.
Happy birthday Mums, I wish you more years.
But I am scared of when you die.
I know it is part of life
Nobody knows that I died a long time ago.
But she would have known,
Even from the slab at Melen.
She just slept.
She never liked hard surfaces,
Preferring the 6 cushion couch
Of red yellow and orange circles of my childhood.
I still remember the watery smells that danced the Burlesque
Of firefly magic from Lake Wum on my childhood days.
The chairs sat under a family of 20 with 1 mother.
Yes, same chairs followed us to Yaoundé, where
She'd start the TV shows with me and then slip away.
Then I like a bad dream would slowly touch her skin awake:
"Mum you should go to bed now".
The show was over.
She would rise then go to sleep.
In a 6-foot hole in Baligham.
Down by the shore of city life, I found my little flower:
White lily shining fragrance the size of the Eiffel tower.
Unexpected the feeling of finding beauty right here,
Down by the shore of the rush of life, on the pier.
Down I stooped and scooped the softly petals,
And a whiff of joy made my feeble heart unsettle
The petals so brave were not the frail of despair
But showed the strength of surviving hostile care.
The sepals seemed to have done their fair share,
Cradling the white and shunning life's scares.
Their green sang odes to my heart's singing strings,
Like the rebirth as deep winter announces spring
By the shore of city life, I held the peduncle
And tucked it into my tangled hair's crunkles.
"Journey with me through all of life's worst despair,
My little flower, through life, surviving hostile care"