Poetic Rituals Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

the art of poetry
ever so mellow
combines the beauty of words
mixing them with the spices of life
grinding and pounding the words together
and distilling the honey from the honeycomb
in the refinery of the mind
where waves from outer space
carried on unidentified flying objects (UFOs)
intersects and intertwines with daily life
with spectacular outpouring of emotions
in an innocent vessel of love...
and sometimes hate
embroiled in a dispute between good and evil
towards the apocalyptic gateway
or may the rupturing of a new world order
a world born again
exorcised of its demons
the dark-side of life
never shouted on rooftops
only whispered
in hush tones
by those who dare
to challenge the devil
in their spirit filled moment
they call fire! Holy Fire!
Upon the sons of Satan
exorcising the poor souls
victims of evil spirits
trapped in their wanderings
on the dark side of the moon
where no light shines
and darkness rule the day

Or is it?
the poetic rumbling of the innocent SOULS
who stand by the wayside
in search for treasures of the heart
that beams and shines as they pass
with their pleasant smell
and their decorated bodies
ever catching to the eye
the beauty of the human smile
revealing the inner beauty
that lies in one's heart
the LOVE nest