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POEMS
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DILEMMA
"Oh my!
What on earth do I have to do?
I'm not right
To go to court
Neither am I fit
To be a wit
Shall I tell the truth?
And betray my friend
Or shall I protect him
With a lie
A place where "The truth shall Set you free" becomes meaningless"
A place where man Determines the fate Of his kind
Oh my!
Am confused
What do I do?
LIFE
Life should be treasured
Life should not be wasted
Life is toil
Life is a struggle
Love is trouble
Life is valuable
Life is worthless
Beauty will fade
Riches will flee
Life is precious
Life is short
Lets make good use of our lifetime
LIBERTY
Look how it
Whisks its tail
Oh how small it is
Delicate and sweet
With a voice as sweet as honey
With blackberry eyes
And Feathers as bright as the sun
When it is out in the cold
My heart shivers,
When it is out in the rain
My blood drips
With quaking feet so fragile
Oh what pleasure it is to be a bird
To be free to fly all around the world
THE GHOST
When the night grows dark
The owls are hooting
And the ghost approaches
Tears falling from my eyes
Like drops of rain The Ghost,
Who when I see tremble,
Who when I see shiver,
Has come to take me along.
DECAY
Youth and Beauty
Are enemies of time
A short life, merry one
A long life, less momentous
Live a brief life
And achieve a lot better is
More profitable than living
For ages without achieving anything
Joys and Laughter
In your life becomes history
To the generations yet to come
When time rewards with age and dust
THE WRITER
What is the use of the pen?
What is the value of the pen?
The pen is worth a fortune
A talent that can never be stolen
A wisdom that can take you everywhere
Respect the pen for it's mightier than the sword
A MOTHER'S LAMENT
I've got to wash the plates
I've got to clean the house
I've got to bathe the children
I've got to prepare lunch
Oh what a poor mother I am!
I've got dust in my eye
The puppy is biting my leg
A sheep's got into the garden
The flies are in the cooking pot
I've got to go to a funeral
My in-laws are calling me I'm busy!!!
***CHEER
It's not the end of the World
Nothing on earth is permanent
Don't give up
Struggle and toil for we were meant to suffer on earth
Changes occur
Mothers loose their babies but they don't die
Lets praise God no matter what happens
It's not the end of the World
Make good use of your life
Be happy and content with what u have
You may be poor but there's someone who's poorer
You may be rich but there's someone who's richer
You may be beautiful but there's someone who's more beautiful
You may be ugly but there's someone who's uglier
No man is equal
Be cheerful for happiness is what the wealthy man is longing for
He has a thousand rooms but he can only sleep in one
When the poor man is sick, he has his family to take care of him.
Is there love in the wealthy man's house
when the servant is reluctant to feed him?
Who will take care of him when he's ill-The Servant?
But in the house of the poor there is love,
the sick man dies in peace.
There is nothing like peace of mind
There is nothing like contentment
I'm satisfied and I thank God for making me content
Be wealthy and sleep well Life is worth living
Have faith in yourself And reach for higher things
For there is a life hereafter
SUMMER LOVE
I've been yearning for the time
When the rains would come
And flowers would blossom,
The damp scenty sand,
The disastrous locusts are celebrating
As I keep my eyes focused on them,
Though they make me wriggle
Especially the hairy wiggling worms
Wonder what I would feel
If I should pop one in your mouth-Slimy
Or put it in your armpit-Tickling
As the sunbeams fall on the grass
giving it a crispy golden color
The aroma of roasted corn fills the air,
Mangoes littered everywhere
The wild Ocean becomes groovy
I pray the "Nawetan", comes so there'll be more fun
How I yearn for the rainy season
PARADISE
There's a place in heaven
With roses, bluebells and perfume.
A place with a tropical… indescribable scent
With Streets paved with gold Angels with sweet singing voices
Singing songs of praises to Our Heavenly father, Allah.
With rivers made of milk and cream
A place where only happiness is known.
A place where there is nothing like pain
A place where no one grows old
A place where we shall live for eternity…