'Hush', I said
And the crickets ceased to whistle
This night can't be dark, it should't
I will tell the moon and her shiny friends,
To keep vigil and watch you darling friend
I will go fetch you some cool sea breeze,
...
On whose wings the winds were made
The feathered one of the esteemed sky
Through frosts and coasts you did invade
You alone can the vast sky ply
...
She was perfect in my eyes
I didn't have cataract at all
It was love that I felt for her
With this throbbing heart of mine
...
Painstakingly,
In semi-mindless pretence
I am tossing you away
You, beautiful beloved baby
...
The signs so illustrious
As N diligently did his do
Standing up and falling again
Looking past mocking fingers
...
A lone foot beneath a joyful soul
Like a boy-master of a macho man
‘Tim tim tim' the thumping goes
Mercilessly on an arid soil
...
Her life used to be
The sweetest story she'd ever heard
A sweetheart and a babe
A lover, to an illegal distiller
...
Down but not out
I saw their taunting laughter
As it licked my very wounds
And the tears I saw on them,
...
Farewell to these old places
That let me step on them
Your dusts will stick on me
On the soles of my restless feet
...
I was once a poet
Now all that remained
Are the ashes of time past
When words were eaten
...
A thousand torn treaties of trust and truce
A wavering white flag wornout and washed
A prank, a proof of so pure a perfidous prone
Like talking to Turks through crusader texts
...
Solitude, the plight of the monks
birdly free, confined yet physically
Squizing out juices from nostalgic chunks
And melancholy, and her friends to tally
...
If this love was love
True and soft;
like a virgin cotton embracing her seed
Joy will be all it will crave
...
It's been nineteen moons and eight hard days
Since the prodigal son left his father's base
No more corns for the urban stray pigeons
Not even a broken grain as his own feeding
...
From where do we begin?
Nights are no longer dark as should be
The old moon has learned again to glow
Yesterday, we hated the muddy road, oh!
...
Catch the tiger's tigress
Dinner is long overdue
The fire that nwizu made
Is burning out, oh no!
...
I have known you now for donkey days
I have seen your shadow cast on roses
It was lovely a sight to behold
Your smiles and laughter drip juices
...
After the grumbling came the weary chants
The young men of not distant a blessed land
Then a metal resolution to uncover the truth
To know why trees of theirs bear no fruits
...
We have all come,
An assembly to a great call
An ear-deafening cue
As the clapperboard claps
...
Kumbe's friend is not a boy
Yet he brings him plenty joy
It pleases him and not annoy
They call him the squirrel boy
...
Lover of everything art. Started writing poems at the early age of nine. A staunch fan of good music, a lyricist, and a petti writer who dreams and works toward being a big one. Ceejon is a graduate of Philosophy.)
Hush
'Hush', I said
And the crickets ceased to whistle
This night can't be dark, it should't
I will tell the moon and her shiny friends,
To keep vigil and watch you darling friend
I will go fetch you some cool sea breeze,
And plant by you an acre of roses
To let sweet air travell your nostrils
Three angels to watch ur lovely head
And a dozen more to carry lofty your lying bed
Yet, I won't sleep, not yet!
Until I hear with my two ears,
Sweet sounds of your gentle breathing
Familiar to that of an angel sleepin,
Only then wil I sleep and wonder if,
You are spendin the night in a dreamy paradise
this mind has got an occupation,
And this angel deserves more care than the world can afford.