O wandering child
how far would you go?
how lost would you be found, ?
Into the caves of nature
...
Her beak suffice tongues
Athunger times
She comforts
Nestlings confirm
...
I don't want to get married
To pretty
Every man
will steal a look of her.
...
Our body is not our own
But temporary wears
That will surely tear
Life full of horrible bled
...
white roses (flora Queen) , white berries, white teeth, snowy snow the earth, cloudy heavenly clothing, nature attires at pinnacle doves pick white berries sweetening
Purity is heavenly front line row, trumpet call
Heavenly robes descending
Angels singing rejoicing
...
NELSON MADIBA MANDELA
A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed
...
Where did my understanding go?
Like a brainless child I glow
At dusk I struggle like an owl
At dawn am gone to find some dough
...
You are the royal bubbles
In our eyes as your dimples
melt our plight hope we both find
In our minds
...
O Butterfly! colour collage
From butter to fly
You coined your name
Paired wings
...
This morning
So cold, I feel I don't
want a wash O gush! from
my oxblood painted balcony
...
I will be the stars
The moon will be my mum
The sun will be my dad
The rain will be my brother
...
My wooden reading table
Of local forest woods
In raining dripping days
...
The bottle freedom cracks suddenly
I don't want a quarrel
Cos' I don't wanta duel
...
Wandering Child
O wandering child
how far would you go?
how lost would you be found, ?
Into the caves of nature
extravaganza
No brother to keep you,
No mother to wean you
no guardian to hood
until your stumble into
The pit of random jamboree.
Like the cotton wool
you wave
From nooks to crannies
And the wind
is your transport
When it blows,
you go
from Kilimanjaro
to olumo rock
from California to Mauritania.
Rumble no more my dear,
to stumble no further
to be drunken in your misery.
your protractor is found
your compass is located
and navigation is activated.
So gather your experiences
endeavors,
And sail home
to a point of wandering no more
Turn home
you will be greeted
with opened arms
by Mother repentance
Luke 15: 11-32