POEMS

Pour Me Some Love

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Pour Me some love

I wanna be giddy with it
Till I feel alive
You know I’m stuck on you
Revive my glory days
I wanna bloom
Beyond this gloom

My roots go a mile
In search of water
My thirst runs deep
My many fingered roots
Burrow here, there and everywhere

Searching, searching…
Water, just a drop please
You know how I like it
You know how I need you

I’m all fenced in
Can’t go nowhere
I’m rooted here
It’s dark, it’s dry, it’s killing
This living ain’t working

Revive me
Touch me
If you are there
If you can hear
Reach out….

Water my soul
Pour Me some love
Starve my quest
Quench this thirst

Water, water
Love, sweet love
Pour Me some love

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POEMS

Time Waits Only In Dreams

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Another day is over
A new one has begun
But time has no beginning
And no end except for us
It camouflages its passing
With changes in seasons
As if to mark its path
With memories of how we were
Our joys and sorrows
Framed in stills of time
While time itself whizzed on

Time gives us what it can
Junctions at which we have to pause,
To reflect, rest and to take off again.
As if to draw us to chase after it
To try and recover our lost illusions
But time has no time to wait on our whims
Day follows night, day and night and day and
Light follows dark, light and dark and light and
Our senses try to adjust
To events as they unfold
But time does us no favours
It leaves us trying to unravel the present
While gazing at a past we can’t seem to let go of

Before we know we are done
Time speeds ahead, not a minute to spare
While we rest and play and work,
And some sleep and some even die
Time does not even stop to blink
It marches on untouched by our human drama
Summer, winter, autumn, spring
Simply loops on which time cycles
Riding on in its pomp in mockery of human frailty
Moving upwards in spirals of motion
Unperturbed by our emotions
Un-delayed by history, it marches on
Never to repeat the cycle of today
It heads for tomorrow at break neck speed
And we chase after never catching up

Time is resolute in its commitment
To move forward come what may
It does not hold on to events that trip us
No matter how gruesome or glorious they may seem
While people mourn the passing of a great one,
And historians record other milestones
The new dawn greets us with the cry of a new born
Another doomed to chase after time
Time does its work with certain conviction
And so must we from one day to the next

So no matter how hard today may have been
We must remember tomorrow is on its way
So we prepare to say bye to the now
Making each ticking second worth our while
Whether we choose to rest, play or work
The choice is ours, now is a gift soon passing on
Intangible memories are ours to keep
While we strive to keep in step with time
Today’s events hide the beginnings
Of a new day that will soon pass too
It’s no use being in a hurry
Or else you’ll miss life which is for living
And still not catch up with time anyway
It’s no use withdrawing from the race either
Life is still the time we spend in living

The time you are given is gone when it is gone
Time is on the move, it waits for no one
It has a journey it must complete
And so do you
This is your time, right now is yours
But never forget that with or without you
Time moves on
You can choose to dance or give up and cry
And still Time moves on

POEMS

[Life Lessons] – The Bus Stop – Poem by Selasie Bulmuo

I like to stand and gaze

To learn a thing or two

Of life and its varied subjects

I mean the human kind

 

I stood a pace away

From a busy city street

To see the bustle called life

As it unfolded at the nearest bus stop

 

Join me to see the plot

A throng of people moving

Where to I donot know

Differing paces, differing looks

Some ahurrying, some relaxed

In all directions to and fro

Some together, most alone

 

I see a red long bus approach

Different perspectives

Depends on your stance

For those already waiting

A simple climb in

Others were running

To catch that bus

Still other sitting inside unscathed

By the drama of the outside world

 

I learnt a lesson so very true

Three groups of people

you will always meet

Everyone it seems is trying

Trying to catch a long red bus

Some are in so unperturbed

Some are waiting for the bus to come

Some are late and must run a mile

Whatever the case

We all must try

Try if just once to catch that bus

Red, blue, short, tall, big, small

We will one day all have to catch one

 Whatever you do, whatever your game, whoever you are, you must get ready for your bus.