Her Candle
So many candles I’ve never burned.
A marriage candle,
two first communion candles from my kids,
a bicentennial candle,
millennium candle.
So many candles I’ve never burned.
Her candle I’ve burned for over twenty years,
not every day, but most every day.
A memory of what once was,
of what we had
me and her,
her candle.
Originally voluptuously large,
beautifully ornate,
burning bright hot and fast.
We were young then.
Absolute
Black and White –
Resolute
Adamic domicile.
A black storm
Veiling blue sky.
Thin ray
Cast from persistent
Sun steadily
Erodes
Status quo and
Dubious good.
With sunlight
Upon crystalline
Droplets,
Rainbow backdrops
A dove fleeing
Noah’s flood with
Olive branch
Ushering in
An inclusive
Love and a
Greater good.
Even though everything seem fine
Deep inside it is not fine
Happiness when are you going to be mine
Sadness why do you always strike my mind
Whenever I smile
in a next minute you show up
And make me feel like soil on the ground
Few can see am the origin and I get washed away
Love behaviours like the blink of an eye
It never stays for too long
Which is like 1+1=4 which just wrong
Happiness can I catch with this prong
Without you am not strong
In my heart is where you belong
Saturday April 17
You are my Lode Star
in the morning dawning light
you are always there
you are my lode star
my sunshine, my moonshine
the love of my life, my wife
with your endless love
I will face the evil corrupted world
even walk through the shadow of death
as long as you by my side
I will fear no evil for you are with me
and I will love you
until death takes me
from your your loving embrace
another Nigerian spam found poem
April 13 Poems
I believe in ghosts
I used to not believe
in ghosts or spirits
or supernatural phenomenon
at least
i used to be
quite skeptical
but I have had
some weird encounters
over the years
so now perhaps
I do believe
that ghosts might be real
I have had supernatural
experiences
things that defy my understanding
back in 1992
My Korean Uncle-in-law died
and the family hired a shaman
did a traditional shaman ritual
the shaman came out
a middle age woman
today's poems (april 12)
April 12, 2020
Life spinning out of control
it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim
more people are dying
as the virus spreads out of control
but in these days
where everything seeks
to be beyond our control
it is best to remember
to worry about
those things
one can control
and the rest
will take care
of it self
you can only control
yourself
and your emotions
Sadness, despair, depression, madness
Are the words that entrap my mind when looking at the bland brown house.
The one house with all grey walls.
The one with the single tan car going back and fourth.
The one where even when we exited our drought, no bright flowers began to sprout.
The one that belongs to a dear Ms. Sky.
Girl, when we put our hearts together
There is a heavenly bliss
Nothing but magic in the air
Along with sweet tenderness
Together, we always shine
We build each other up
With every hug and kiss
We strive to reach to the top
Vigil
God forbid if something terrible happens and I lose my eyesight.
I would miss the smile on my mother's face shining with glow and always bright.
My brothers would have tears in their eyes seeing me like this,
and would never indulge in a friendly fight.
My world would be in darkness though there would be light.
I won't be able to take lonely walks on the streets, would require help by plight.
