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A lone star shines  in the evening light  When clouds undermine  It goes out of sight  The poet on this vision writes  On the flowing river’s banks  His pen takes fancy’s flight  in the cool night’s flanks  The contours of his little naked rhyme  occluded in the clasped fist of time  Can a cell’s inmateContinue reading “Unheard song: A poem “

The joke’s on the young joker  He can’t even play poker  Wisdom is a wonderworker  But age is its broker  Cool is the evening sun  when summer is done  Heat feeds youth’s passion  But misdeeds are its ration  When one is old, does one think of gold?  When silent and grey and vigour sold?  TheContinue reading “Youth and age: A poem “

To pluck at the rainbow  from the open window  To hit a crescendo  like a flute in the meadow  Inspiration’s open arms  embrace and be disarmed  A storm after morning calm  Tempestuous as a fiery swarm  What revs up the ignition  from acts that are full of passion  Hungry like a tiger’s chase  Desperate asContinue reading “Passion: A poem “

Percipient I get as I grow old  When matters of romance grow a tad cold  Dignity and honour indeed grow bold  Not driftwood caught in a river’s fold  Character matches with my soul’s substance  The chef in me throws in the patience  Life’s ironies make me wish no comeuppance  Weeds and thorns keep growing distant Continue reading “Growing old and wise: A poem “

Silvery and soft like dew  when you are in view  Your spirit comes to me  like to a flower does a bee   My mountains aren’t scaled  The turbulent seas aren’t sailed  But you silently cheer me on  Reminding me of the onset of dawn  The rainbow on your shoulder  makes me fearless though I’m older Continue reading “To dear Mum: A poem “

Tell me, O God  why is it so hot  around the equator?  Where famine is an alligator  The sun quells the earth  like a man with no heart  Hope’s child has died  Misfortune is the bride  Why tribes at war  break every law?  Ivory and gold  are hungry and cold  Diamonds are no food  MorselsContinue reading “Around the equator: A poem “

Tell me, O seer  at what do you peer?  My life is in shambles  I am lost in the brambles  Tell me, O seer  what can I hold so dear?  My heart is broken  From grief I haven’t awoken  The leaves are dry again  It’s overcast, but there’s no rain  The bird doesn’t sing  ItContinue reading “Tell me, O seer: A poem “

I tell you we will all grow old someday  But not that panic on my pillow does lay  When sore with aches, I sincerely pray  That death comes early and easy my way  Time spent in the whispers of conversation  That pain is kept secret like patience  You talk of living by taking action  I thinkContinue reading “A walk on the beach with a friend: A poem “

I will be raking off winter’s grey leaves in September charm  Cold crime novels and hot brandy no longer on my arm  Emotions will be buzzing like a nectar-sucking bees’ swarm  The birds will chirp to colours of buttercups and peonies, and morning calm  People will gather around the parks’ barbecues and drink beer likeContinue reading “When it’s spring: A poem “

The loose-tongued raconteur may not be perturbed by Alexander Pope’s remark that: “All seems yellow to the jaundiced eye.” For if he’s got a nose for news and teeth that can bite, he’d more than revel in a rosy revelation, than in a plateful of the good food.  Garbage, they say, is the content ofContinue reading “What a sip is a sip of gossip?!: Just for laughs “