A preternatural end-of-November day, Skies sober, a dark cloud on Thursday, Over Muncaster, the Castle haunted, With many a room ancient, enchanted. Firstly boardroom, a business meeting space, Logs constantly fed the vintage fireplace. Medieval place, with character all the way, Artworks and textiles stunning the hallway. Plenty of activities to partake, into the night,…
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Composed in Manchester
I composed this poem at Arndale Centre, In Waterstones right by the poetry corner, Not budging, minding my own business, Browsing over Sissay’s morning poems, And skimming through BZ’s ‘Dis Poetry’, When two young students dropped by. Obviously studying English and well-read, But oblivious of my adjacent existence. Over books they roamed and harshly analysed,…
Old Man (Sequel) – 3
In the watery light of a crimson dawn, Breathing fog over the yonder valley, His silhouette, a slightly broken posture, With a gallon of milk in one hand and, The other leaning on a crocked cane. Slow but steady, coming from the kraal, Old age crept up on a resourceful man, Sleepwalking perhaps, from lack…
The Lion Must Write
Until the lion really learns how, To write, the story will always, Favour and glorify the hunter. Hence, the lion must write! The hunter owns the main news, Outlets: Newspaper, TV, Radio, Now there is the social media. No excuse, the lion must write! The hunter suppressed the lion, From printing its particular poetry, In…
Poem – mine not yours
This poem is for me and not you There’s no fluff and no big words in it No commas and no periods at all You are reading it at your own risk Big school graduates I love to hate They live a lie in their inner circle With much ego that goes to the head…
Old Man (Sequel) – 1
Body is frail, he’s losing sight and hearing, Yet the mind is sharp, teeming with wisdom! We sat around, in the warmth of a log fire, Snacking on roasted corn and peanuts, Sharing a good cup of Tanganda tea! Way into the depth of the darkest night, ‘Til it waved goodbye to the crescent moon….
Life of Wonder (Early Years)
No more, I quit playing around with kids! Beyond adolescence, now I’ve adult duties, At twenty, I’m already a seasoned warrior. Awhile, been watching the girl next door, With a longing eye, she’s invading beauty, That permeates my chest, twists my interior, With fear and thrill, whether she’s far or nigh. Even at night, I…
Life of Wonder (Midlife Crisis)
Duty bound at threescore, reppin’ it, The whole tribe, instantly I’m a superstar, Arms stretched for the hem of my garment! Eloquent voice, my word is now gospel, Them lips part, only to speak with purpose. A silver fox, hair uniquely on sides and back, The bald top bold with boundless wisdom! All children have…
Life of Wonder (twilight zone)
Carte blanche, the life I’ve been given, On this day, kindred honor my centenary, A life well-lived with worthy intentions, I sowed and reaped luscious fruits! Yet the captious mind is never at ease, Melancholia, the prevailing ambience. Methinks another day nearer the end, So, I wonder of opportunities missed, Wasted talent and ambitions unrealised….
We Came A Long Way (updated)
Like yesterday, I woke up at an ungodly hour. Tried a spit bath, but not on my mother’s watch! I was stripped naked and scrubbed head to toe. Not that it made much difference in reality, For I still had to walk 10 kilometres to school! I shoved in a few mouthfuls of leftovers, Which…