FOREVER

There is a face that won’t leave my mind.

A face that won’t give my head pause.

A smile that won’t give my heart rest.

Keeps my heart racing all day long.

A laugh that keeps my heart tripping.

There is a love that won’t leave my breast.

An attitude that won’t stop my ire.

A loss that won’t curb my tears.

There is a dream that won’t stop my hope.

A vision that won’t quench my faith.

A love that I’ll take to my death.

Memories that I’ll pamper to my grave.

Someone I’ll always love! 

PASSION

The very thing legendary friendships are made of,

Is the same that great enmities boast of.

Passion!

What burns so deeply he who is called friend in need can’t be ignored?

Passion!

And what consumes in entirety,

And puts the gurgling volcano to shame?

Passion!

In our desire for retribution and our need to show gratitude,

I dare us to take away passion.

Lovers spat, friends bicker and enemies battle.

Take away passion and watch us endure in gloom.

For better or for worse,

Our passion brings out the gleam in our eyes.

ROOTS

Swaying to the dictates of the breeze,

Thanking the tree and its branch for holding me steady.

Who will hold me in place,

When the breeze turns to wind?

Would even the strongest branch hold me firm?

Would it matter that I am the leaf of a sturdy tree?

Or would I be expendable as many before me?

That was and has always been my position.

Expendable!

Till I met the Tree of life.

And by association, I got life.

And now instead of wishing that I was the branch,

I am a leaf of the Tree of life.

I don’t care how much this upsets your theology.

I am a leaf with roots.

Rooted firmly in the Tree of life.

LOVE or HATE

Many may love without a reason but nobody hates without one.

If you are hated, the reason may not be enough,

But there’s definitely a reason.

Hatred always seems justified when you are the giver,

And unjust when you are the receiver.

Not love though.

True love is unjustified.

Always proven.

Always the fool.

And never an accomplice to crime.

Let no one tell you otherwise.

The weak cannot love.

Love is an attribute of the strong.

It holds you accountable.

To do right by the beloved……..always.

And when its dividends do pay off,

For they usually do.

It is always concluded,

That love never fails.

That love is always worth it.

UNEMPLOYED

Glories and riches were we promised

So we would endure the teacher’s tirade

The differential equations and the organic formulas

All which seem but nought now

As we bombard our governments

With our cries of unemployment

The teacher wants more recognition

The student seeks a justification

For enduring the classroom and the teacher

And the poet sits back

Smiles and thanks the teacher

For teaching her to write.