Mark Meck Poems

I have had pain in rain
With aches from sprains and strains
I have endured labour unattended
But I found strength to live
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The sun scorches his feet blistering the sole
But the son knows it cannot break his soul
He wearily takes the journey towards a shimmering point
Might be an oasis to quench his hunger
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Cradled under the burning sun so far from the cold would say our ancestors
Its rays like spears by Chaka, straight to the point
Warmed and cooled by the breezes from surrounding seas, a womb of creation
She brings fourth offspring lush and supple, strong and firm - its flora and fauna.
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Little invitation for existence
Life's short
Shorter than breath itself
For Life cannot last longer than loss of breath
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It could be the sun scotches the system black
For black is the colour of vice, ‘ n all ills
Black Africa is black of its people and their vices
While virtues are white, for white is innocence!
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I have had laughter and mirth in royal lovers' nest
But nothing special about it
Have had rides and slides and sights from heights,
Still nothing special about them
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Unwilling to leave for home tonight and slip into bed again,
Too cold for comfort, too free for freedom,
Too spacious for one person, especially one without a partner.
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Thy wagging tail is welcoming
A sign of friendship and peace
Return I the gesture with a pat on thy back
And on your hind legs you stand
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January's slow by nature's law
Enburdened by woes of a new born year.
All resolutions made last, gathering dust
Till February comes with a cupid's valet.
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Corruption corrupts a system thus:
A head nods assent to vice
And blinds he the eye that sees
So he commits more acts corrupt
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