Your feelings and wishes fill my thoughts. I don’t strive to be Mr Right of every woman but you; I want to be Mr Nice Guy imbued with impeccable virtues and integrity, Mr Fixit for my family and nation And venturing into politics as Mr. Clean. I never want to be your Mr. Charlie. You’re … Continue reading Fervid Love for a Daughter
November, the month that is more normal than its name And longer than its letters. It is the most busy month but less active than December, Because during its days the past and future meet and check their existence before and after the month. November is never as new as September when people notice a … Continue reading November
I’m Ms President The former President’s wife was My wife at school Where we prayed Every morning a minute too long At our faith camps The encampment had some rules One of such sang so high Women were wriggled away from men Girls glided far away in groups Boys left lurking like the beasts. When … Continue reading I’m Ms President
This was nursery nine And we all went where we chose After a common exam Cos we chose by choice Our different directions. Abu was fragile and straight, He is tall and chocolate Very brilliant and bright But never working hard at reading So, he was an average pupil like me. When we got our … Continue reading Understanding Abu
She called me the son of a gun since then. She slunk out of her room–and into mine. I had money and have something more good; I think she was attracted to money, Because I had never exhibited. She walked into an empty sitting room And made her way to the door of my room. … Continue reading Pascal’s Sonnet I
Wars are waged with fury, The battles are begun by plan And killings are choreographed. Men kill men, Women kill men, But children and women Men kill not by rules. While many are dead, Droves are drowned In a dam of slavery. And many more are moving corpses. War has weapons, What war wields Are … Continue reading Austerity And Deceit of War (Complete)
When our despair is dead, A cortége of limos, corvettes and upright shoulders in suits Will walk in front and at rear; For it is the funeral of fear. And protection is paramount In the hitching of honest hearts. When we love, despair disappears And hope hops in to hug our soul, As we fry … Continue reading When Our Despair is Dead