Tag: life-lessons

Dreamland

Dreamland’s gate is not lockedeven those betrothed to miseryride in the delight of the Wright brothershug princes in a wanton relishrevel in well-styled buffetwhile their empty bowels groan timidly. Dreamland’s gate is not locked,a land lush in lithospheric beautyof bright hues spread vastlyseparated by… Continue Reading “Dreamland”

MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (5)

Cross-legged In repose against the couchin a criss-cross plunging V-cut top –breasts betrayed, legs splayed.She sat carefree, cross-legged as if to say“Enjoy the view,”as if worn to be seen or complimented –her lacy lingerie, the showing off of a thighthat advertises her youth –curves… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (5)”

MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)

Born Again Papa is born againthis new spirit in him –crinkled eyes, fading skinbald-head, graying side-burnsis dogged. Many thirty-year-olds or even lessare responsive, like Lydia was to Paulthis good news –Money, Power, and Confidencewhich were elusive at tender years. It is difficult and different… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)”

MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)

Flipping the Script A fortnight,Like his siblings before himMy youngest son will be leaving homeTo lead a life of his cravingMy father, my aunts, my cousinsToo many dear friends are deadI’m on calcium pills to saveMy wasting bones from Osteoporosis –A last-ditch effort to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)”

MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)

This week we explore five poems highlighting a crisis older adults go through. A phase when falling health distorts their anatomy or worst a stage some feel they could be happier by making adverse changes in their life, and they feel the urge to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)”

Teach Me …

Teach me how to number my daysso that I may live todaynot as a bubble but fully. Teach me how to love lifeso that hourly I may composemyself to the remembrance of my maker. Teach me before my last bowthe A-B-C of transforming to… Continue Reading “Teach Me …”

War is for the Poor

Vultures don’t feast on the caravans of the affluentFlies and worms banquet pleasurablyOn the carcasses of the vulnerable,War is for the poor.Guns and bullets prove their mightOn the harmless bodies of the poorMass graves willing to embrace their bodiesWar is for the poorWar does… Continue Reading “War is for the Poor”

SORES

Life’s sores have been aroundStill will till Christ comes back to go no moreHowever we might care to wish it awayShe still runs wild with no care Some stalk, then forcefully pounce-Certain ones saunter or crawl by,Tearing up flesh; others harvesting man’s defense.Even if… Continue Reading “SORES”

…A KINDLY DEED

I was his stepson, not his son and yet Though things were none too easy, I regret That I did little for the one who brought Me up. When, at the end, he sought To put off death’s approach, it was for me. So… Continue Reading “…A KINDLY DEED”