TIME AND TIDE

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We dance across

Continents and time



Death and time,

The love story of humankind



A tale told

Since the beginning of man



The death of time

The death of man



On tiptoes

I dance to the sounds of my time



I am afraid of awakening

Ghosts of yesterday’s plans



Waylaid on

Highways that used to come here



Stillborn schemes,

Pipedreams with no pipes to dream



As days and months

Have intercourse



Several years are born

Between erasers, pencils and pens.



Out of time, I pass on

Between tick-tock and chimes



Greatness has been aborted

It was not carried to term




Mortality haunts me

Humanity mocks me




Death sits and laughs

Gleefully awaits the end of time




My time is near

Greyed out, I’m all out of years



I bury my life

Stillborn and expired



Old and weak

I fall asleep on my silver hair



As the sun and moon embrace

Slowly, I walk into the light



A funeral party of one

and so many tears



I shed tears

My tears are in tears



The hall is packed

My tears came with tears



Time the victor

Time the villain



Me,

The victim of my time.



Stories untold

Undreamt dreams



All too soon

It is the end of time.

SOMETHING INSIDE

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You are a song with feathers
Perched deep inside,

Words without words,
Yet I sing,

No stopping at all.
You are a broken branch,

Hanging on tight,
Never letting go,

Audacious enough to let
Hips sway from side to side.

That which keeps me
Through the bitter cold,

Saying,
The beauty of tomorrow

Comes in warm clothes.
You are a child on the streets

Can neither read nor write,
Out of school for too long years,

Dreams of becoming
A doctor someday.

Hope became my
Friend today,

Crossed my path on that
Lonely dusty road again,

Whispered softly in my ear,
Tomorrow, you’ll be just fine.

FACES INSIDE

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Houses reveal faces inside
Smiles giggles and friendly frowns
Sun breezes
Sun flowers
Grasses weeds twigs
As butter flies bring beauty
Death passes away.


Hope truly an eternal spring
Life is hope
To hope is to live
Life and hope
Siamese twins that live within
Every Tom Dick and Harry too.


We live once but twice we die
Death begins at the death of hope
Death begins when death begins
Life and hope, eternal twins.


Hips conjoined with all else
Yet never at once but
Panyin thence cometh Kakra
Hope, the seed that brings life to life
Hope is life and life…….
Is hope.
Houses are paintings of the faces inside.


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BURIED THAT YOU MAY LIVE

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You were not wrapped
In linen

Neither were you laid
In a coffin

We thrust you in dirt
With clothes of nakedness

Buried,
That someday you may live

No one wailed
There was no ceremony

We hurried with it
We went on our way

Yet water we did give you everyday,
After all, thirst is everyday.

Who sends water to the buried
You ask?

I bid you wait,
Tomorrow is answers for today

Days gave birth to months
Weeds overrun where you lay

We pulled at them
But they just would not go

Tired of this game of cat
And mouse, we let them be.

Then one morning
With the sun on your heels

You broke through dirt
Opened up to the heavens crying
I’m alive!!

Folks,
My ode to a mango tree.

GOSSIP FOLKS

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Remember that man?
Oh you know the one.

The one with a
Frown so eternal.

Always gets the dog yelping,
As if it had just sat on its balls.

Oh darn!
Do you always need a spoon?

Listen carefully,
Offload the wax in your ears.

I’ll tell you this much,
But just the once
Lest I be called a gossip.

Shh……
Darn!
Now where was i?

Oh yes!
That man.

He got run over,
By the baker’s bicycle.

Broke his cane
Right in two!

No, wait
Broke his eyes in two.

Or was it rather him
Who broke the baker in two.

Heck,
I best be on my way.

A minute,
Where did I say I was off to again?