Who gets the golden spoon?: A poem 

Who says creation is perfect?  Can even paradise be circumspect?  Feels like God with his million thumbs  left the sculpture replete with crumbs  Who says dignity and honesty are a gift?  We know the truth can only cause a rift  Goodness and Idealism scale no cliff  Morals and ethics are flotsam in the drift  VirtueContinue reading “Who gets the golden spoon?: A poem “

One special birthday…: A poem 

I have walked and walked around Jericho in circles  These sonorofic revolutions for the walls to be hurled  My ink-pickled scrolls dressed in secrets like pearls  encrusted with the honour of revelations for the world  These swords are but flowers, this struggle is but music  Not shy of the horde, not weary from the road,Continue reading “One special birthday…: A poem “

To those beautiful pets: A poem 

All these magic, illuminating gardens  and their little beautiful wardens  An infinite space is a moment  A moment not encumbered by lament  A creature is a child whatever form  A loyalty that goes beyond norm  This growth of spirit like a storm  But pleasant, pleasure like seamless dawn  And I will pick every stone, byContinue reading “To those beautiful pets: A poem “

Do children sing?: A poem 

Do children learn to sing?  Do they sing into the evening?  Does the chorus of little hatchlings  has music after the maturing?  Do children know laughter  in playtime and thereafter?  A surfboard on bubbling froth  Or is the tide all too short?  Do children think of the future?  The currents of a four-dimensional picture  Corpses afterContinue reading “Do children sing?: A poem “

God-kings, priest-kings and dragons: A poem 

Don’t have water as your daughter  And neither as your son  They will do their best to get ya  Then their battle is won  Fire and earth for priest-kings  God-kings when air and earth sings  There is none better than that brings  when the dragon unfurls his wings  If you can see the planets andContinue reading “God-kings, priest-kings and dragons: A poem “

Butterflies, birds and words: A poem 

Words are like butterflies  They have short lives  They simply get around  and then quietly forgotten without a sound  Butterflies have colourful wings  They can spawn, but they can’t sing  They are like flowers in the wind  No history or future they can bring  Can a word be like a star?  Aging and burning overContinue reading “Butterflies, birds and words: A poem “

Of reptilians, dragons, gods and men: A poem 

The priests and scholars were reptilians  The kings and nobles were the dragons  The managers of slaves were the gods  The slaves were men, with all their odds  How men overturned justice’s applecart ? They seized power with their wicked hearts  They ruled the world and scalped the dragons  For over 2000 years, these misdeeds wereContinue reading “Of reptilians, dragons, gods and men: A poem “

Dad and Mum, my darlings: A poem 

I know memories are like sand in my hand  a wistful cheer, a river fleeing the land  The present is a disloyal moment, steadfast is the past  Childhood is a brief world with an expanse vast  Love is a warm, cosy, infinitely endearing blanket  It can make a treasure trove of a poor man’s trinket Continue reading “Dad and Mum, my darlings: A poem “