How to say it,
Say it?
And if I,
Whom to say,
Whom to say
Sadness,
My sadness to?
To whom,
To whom,
God,
My God?
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The alphabet of poetry
The alphabet of poetry,What the alphabet,How the lettersResounding,How the signs and figures,Who created themAnd how?The alphabet of poetry,Is it the alphabet of learning to write,The alphabet of poetry,Is it the sign for sound,What is it,The alphabet,The alphabet of poetry?
Colombian girl, through the eyes
Want I to see Colombia,Holding the handsOf yours,You be my guide,Tour guideAnd tell me,Tell me aboutThe Colombian history,Art and culture,Society and life,Courtesy and manners,O Colombian,Colombian girl!What was it ColombiaIn the past,What is it now,How the times of it,How the things of itColombia and Colombian!
Asthi-kalasha,
Whose asthi-kalasha?It is, it is the asthi-kalasha,Asthi-kalashaOf my mother, my mother.Whose, whose asthi-kalasha,Asthi-kalasha,Whose, whose?Of my mother, mother,Of my mother,Mother?A small earthen urn,Urn,Hanging, hanging by the pole.A small, small kalasha,PitcherHanging, hanging by the bamboo pole.A small pitcher, small pitcherContaining,Containing the ashes.Ashes, ashes of my dead,Dead mother,Mother.A soul left, left forlorn,Forlorn and bereaved,Deceased and bereft.A soul, soulBereaved…
God, if You had to make the world,
God, Your Plan of Things,Scheme of Things, what to say about?The leopard, the hyena, the tusker,The hooded and hissing cobra and the deadly and fatal viper,Why did You, why did You, God?
I am a wayfarer,
A wayfarerWhom saw you by the Volga,The VolgaGoing,I am a wayfarer,A wayfarerWhom saw you,Saw you by the Danube,The Danube,I a wayfarer,A wayfarerWhom saw you,Saw youGoing,Going and passing by,Passing byThe Rhine,The Rhine,Sometimes,Sometimes by the Nile,The Nile going,Going, passing by,I am a wayfarer,A wayfarerSometimes, sometimes byThe Congo,The Congo RiverI, I with the memories,Memories of mine,Sometimes, sometimes byThe…
Nagaland,
The Naga villages,Naga life and culture,Natural habitats and scenery,Hilly, rocky, forested,Full of highlands and downs.Nagaland which I could not know it,Could not feel it ever before,Nagaland,The land of the Nagas,Naga villages and tribesWith their native aboriginal culture and traditionWith which vibrated and throbbed it,Going by the vibes of itTaking to far and beyond.The hills, the…
Angry,
Resentful;
Of a young woman’s hair and a young man’s struggle!
And i thought that you love me but you rather hurt me.
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I do hope that you’ve married Ayo by now,
Emeka my friend, how many children do you have as at now?And, how is life faring on with you over there in Nigeria?Have you also become a Diplomat under ‘Unicef’? !Then tell me more when you get this message;For it is now time to rock your muse with the ladies around you.
Riddles and parables are like the sayings of a muse,
Like the appitude of a beauty with the brightness of love.27 for 27th when one is about to be married!Of a joyful heart i do write this poem;Like the writer’s pen with you at times.The date of an occasion,Of riddles and parables to respect the muse;But beauty baths you when the rhythms of the blues…
Do not drink wine in a manner that brings out its intoxicating force,
For i want you to succeed like the jewels of England.Of ruby, topaz, beryl, turquoise, sapphire and emerald;Of jacinth, agate, amethyst, chrysolite, onyx and jasper;Learn to do the right thing always my sweet Portia,For many are those who are now intoxicated around you.
It is wet,
It is lovely,And it is very nice! !But let me know of the positive concept of who you are,Because i am the new girl in town!
Wantonness,
And like a dog that returns to its own vomit.Wallow, callow, fallow, hallow, mallow, sallow, tallow;I am Kelle in the land of your muse,But do remember to keep the black pot always clean.
Wheat,
Spelt,And barley;Railroad tank cars for shipment!But i’ve made up my mind very clear on this love,And like the muse of love nicely prepared waiting for me.
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With a tinge
Of sweet-sad Sandalwood,
And the sound of
‘I don’t care’.
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In the crazy world of Thoughts,
Then we try to analyze,What is stupid, What is wise.
Poets have the right
For a better World,More just, More cheerLess fear,But the problem isThe present PowerThat exists,Would never, everPermit Poets to runThis corrupted Sphere,That they will, eventuallyChoke,And put completely,Out of Gear.
Roses,
Truth.I look at youSo beautiful.Petals of youthVelvet softPerfumed,With the magnificenceOf Nature’s secretsAnd I cryFor your thornsShow meThat life is sadAkin to pain,And life itselfIs slowly slain.And now,In the mirrorsOf TimeA slight breeze blows,Life losses glowThe sadness grows,Oh Rose,DivineNo longer mine.
A warm embrace,
Oh Love, how you console,The lonely, weeping soul,That for you only lives,And cannot wait,Its never ending love,To give.
Is someone waiting for you?
Not even the smallest daisy,Nor the new born bird,Who’s nest is so well hiddenIn Life’s tree,Not even the whisper,Of the ever moving Sea.No, no one is waiting for me,Only silence embraces my hours,All of them free,And I see the clouds go by,To nowhere,Slowly, hauntingly,And I think of you a whileTrying to feelWhat never was meant…
The tears that did not fall,
Straight into my soulForever more.The love I did not have,Where did it go?Stayed as the dream,I’d never know.