Tag Archives: poetry
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Resolutions

6 Jun

This another short poem of mine that I turned into a song.
Recently I’ve become overwhelmed at the violence and darkness that has spread threw out societies, the victims get younger and younger. It hurts to hear about it and to see the aftermath of the families agony. This is my poem
Resolutions
Shot down in the heart of the city,
Cold streets that offer no pity,
Bang Bang echoes
At midnight anything goes
Bodies flailing, babies wailing
Mothers crying, babies dying
I pray to the Heavens
We need resolutions.
May God have mercy on us all.

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Broken

23 Apr

Poetry into music
Lyrics are from my poem ‘Broken’
70bpm

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I touched the s…

11 Jun

I touched the sky
licked the moon
ate a cloud
& bathed in the sun.
Spirit

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SunKissedBliss

2 Jun

SunKissedBliss

Poem- Rapacious

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The Touch

30 May

The Touch

It’s the moment you understand the term, chemistry.
The moment when time stands still & you can hear your heart.
When the bees start buzzing & you feel giddy like when you were a child.
The Touch.

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I was sitting i…

9 Apr

I was sitting in my car, it was a beautiful sunny day. I was parked underneath a tree that offered me partial shade. I saw a thin shimmering streak. When I looked closer, I noticed it was a spider’s web. The breeze had it gently swaying to the left and to the right. I thought how wonderful it was to be witnessing this spider and not be full of fright. Dangling, drifting its little legs working together to balance and grip. As I watched, a bird came swooping down real quick. It seems I wasn’t the only one enjoying the scene. That bird came swooping, picking the web clean.

The Circle of Life

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Family

9 Feb

Family

The sun is beaming down on each individual leaf. Highlighting and capturing mother nature’s natural wreath. Water splashing with laughters of pure delight. Having fun, giggling basking in God’s light. Clouds of tradition cut the air, as the wood starts ashening. Eyes bulging, as we rush to get served before the rationing. The wind blowing just right, gently cooling the heated sites. A strand of hair gently caresses my face. I smile, look around capturing not to forget this time and place.

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Tweeting

7 Feb

Tweeting

Everyday I sit under the same tree. The same bird always comes near me. From limb to limb it keeps hopping. Tweeting a song the whole time never stopping. I tried to mimick its pitch and tone. Now the bird doesn’t leave me alone. Everyday it comes to the tree. It looks and tweets singing to me. Now when I’m in my quiet place, if I don’t sing back it flutters at my face. Its song changed to something really frantic, as if it thinks its lost my friendship and began to panic. This cute little bird that I’ve come to adore, doesn’t understand the concept of me being tired not its not being ignored.

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The Needle’s Sk…

3 Feb

The Needle’s Skipping

I desperately seek love, always wanting. It has become a perpetual cycle of desperation and devastation. I close my eyes to dream, only to find there to I seek

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Delectable Pit…

30 Jan

Delectable

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter faster
Your blood is pumping, sensing diaster
What? Are you afraid, someone will
Magneta
Strawberry, Strawberry…
COTTONCANDY!