Tuesday, November 22, 2011

All I Wanted

All I wanted for my birthday
was a purple feathered parrot
with a trace of yellow or black
not a plate of T-bone steak
nor tall clear glass half-full red aged wine
I wanted a talking bird of many words
“Hello, goodbye, pretty girl”

I suppose I should have said
“I am thrill of this good gesture
of putting this little eating together’
Seeing that I was the centre piece of attention. watching folks stuffing their stomach, laughing
spewing food from the side of their mouth
chowing down potatoes, salad and Brussels sprouts
An occasion to celebration my day.

My stomach turned and how I wanted to shout
How I wanted to stand and say it
“All I want for my birthday is a purple feathered parrot”
In a silver cage and a gold plated gate
But I couldn’t, something moved me

My ear was buzzing. My eyes circled the colours
around the brown people dressed in black, pink and purple
their mouth was going, not battery operated
not a plug in, but a motor motion from the belly

And the thought of my own purple parrot went mild
My parrot was here, six to be exact
with many phrases, many words
not in a cage- not yet!
But one day they will, one day when they become the elderly
And their grey feathered hair peeing through a window cage
of a retirement home looking.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

My Heart Is Forest Fire

My heart is forest fire
crispy leaves untouched
Foliage green, sweet bud;
budding up and coming
I am near-term to give birth
slow labour to deliver.

But the matchstick that once strike the skin
triggering the throbbing, bringing the tree to live
moulding the root in existence -
Now moving backwards

I taste his heart like white vinegar
filtering through pumping muscle valve
and the strong fist hold fast, stubborn to fall
abstain to feel, timid to taste
and I am crying water
and I am crying vodka
and I am crying blood
of the passing of love

Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Pursuer

The pursuer speaks
Don’t have me waiting
on this long lonely road
I need to move
closer to you

I will take care of you
I have proof
Blood pumps emotion to my heart
lips spilling words of a desperate hurt
a wounded call wanting to heal
a hidden bleeding cut

I will be there for you
When your ankle hurts
from a long day standing at work
And your tired eyes fall asleep
on the settee watching TV
and you gently whisper save me
and your soft skin glowing
showing it needs my love
I will be home

God knows-
His hand guides my heart
saving me from a painful fall.
yet I refuse to walk
my eyes sees what I want
Please don’t gamble with my intentions
Don’t hold what is not yours. Vengeances
of past mistakes.
And my spirit turns
And my spirit cries
And his lips move like fingers
turning pages through a romantic novel
And his prophetic voice
reads like an open old bible
And the Pursuer continues
You are my land
of rich productive soil
which flourishes and blossom
Into beautiful flowers.
Roots footed in owners love
I will take care of you
God knows.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

In My Eyes

In my eyes
blues skies
green trees
And the River
shadow dark brown
Dark and hard

And we walk on the River
Stroll and march on it
without our feet getting wet,
maybe a soil on white
with a brush it comes off

But we walk
We do not swim
the waves are hard
and stifling hot
We breathe and embrace
the ups and down
we might drown

We might drown
in empty pockets
polluted politics
sorrow and hardship

And we briskly walk
Pounding strong
trying not to go down
Trying not to rain tears
to water the dry river
The one that moves around
in slow motion brown

And the nation flows
in a river of brown
and we are holding
while some are drowning
Drowning in tears and sorrow
in earths rough hard river
Dirt without water

Monday, May 23, 2011

The Moon Decides To Rest

The moon decides to rest
Cover its head under sheets of grey clouds
and the streetlights take over
Takes its turn with a low beaming glow

And it is late and peaceful
Not a sound of moving feet
Nor a sound of a living soul
And you step out from the babbling house
And you walk into peace
Into the street of silence

And you sing in peace
in the absent of the moon’s night
Walking by the first light
the second and the third
And your shadow goes before, takes lead
strolling to the beat of moving feet
Suddenly you feel Afraid

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Sipping On Love

Sitting here sipping on love
Got a full cup and I’m drinking it up
the passion desire burning fire
Tasting sipping swallowing
Following the man I desire

My emotion is craving the flavour of his breath
My hands moving wanting his flawless flesh
Lips kneading his. Sipping .

Saccharine streaming water exchanges
between candy tongue
We meet
touching stirring six pack full of love

Monday, April 25, 2011

Grandfather Told Me

Grandfather told me
I had no voice to sing
and I stopped singing
and those beautiful words
I use to squeeze out of tune
lie low, lie still
for years and years

And the chorus flew south
did not return with travelling birds
and I did not sing
did not open my voice,
except to talk breathe or yawn

And grandfather sink
covered in soil to silent home
and I sing then
repeating passing hymns
only spirits with wings
and inquisitive wind could hear;
a calm inside hum
of a send-off song I sang to him