POEMS

I Do Not Understand

Why do eagles fly And chickens stay below

When they both have wings. That can spread to catch the wind

 I do not understand

 

Why do princes walk And servants ride in wealth

Why do vain men thrive And the wise remain unknown

I do not understand

 

Why does betrayal come To those who love so well

The fool goes unpunished, Truth is locked away

I do not understand

 

Who made it so, This misdemeanor

Should we dare, To make a change

Or just throw our hands up in the air And leave it all to fate

I do not understand

 

Why does the rain keep falling On infertile grounds

When better grounds are waiting With no sign of rain

I do not understand

 

Why does nature throw up Displaying its disgust

Through storms and hurricanes And terrible earthquakes too

In places where poor ones Are least prepared to cope

I do not understand

 

Why do some have plenty And others barely survive

And will have gladly chosen Just the crumbs if so offered

There are many many things, too many to count

That I just don’t understand

 

But amidst the great divide There always are exceptions

The little miracles of life Which often go unnoticed.

Do not think them as trivial,These little everday miracles

 

Day and night, Such faithful servants

Winter and summer, Always come and go

Seasons change, Bringing renewal

How it happens we do not understand

 

As long as there’s tomorrow We can hold on to hope

And when we still don’t understand It’s good to remember this

There’s always a pay day For the wicked oppressor

What goes around does come around

 

So be consoled By life’s free gifts

Just stop awhile And take them in

The baby’s smile The star lit sky

Flowers in bloom The beauty of nature

The love of family The gift of one’s heart

To another at no price

 

And while we are here Let’s aim to bring

What joy we can To others who just like us

Still can not understand, No matter how hard we try

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SMART TALK

Synchronised living

There must come a time in every life when you catch a glimpse of the big picture, when your earthly clock synchronises with that of heaven, when your life, your tears, your pain and your triumphs suddenly make sense to you. That is the image that moves you forward and makes you realise that there must be a higher purpose, a higher reason behind your existence. That there are answers to the remaining questions even if you do not know them yet.
It is only people who are on a quest and are reflective thinkers, they have such revelatory moments which gives shape and form to the direction their lives must take. Don’t live a non-reflective, revelatory lacking life. It is a time waster.
Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon - EXCERPTS

Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon – Excerpts

Dedication……….

To my secret source of many warm honey drizzle and lemon drinks on my cold cold nights…………..you make me wax lyrical…only you, this is for you J.

Introduction

I announce………

 ………..that life is for the living; but living can make us tired when there are no reprieves from all the dust we

 gather along life’s pilgrim way. This simply blocks our souls and now we go about, nursing our dry, parched,

 blocked up souls.

I have been there, this barren land, trying to soar on broken wings, hopping along, just wanting to live….

 Live….live like I know life is meant to be lived.

Life can make one’s soul weary, feels worse than a blocked nose on a cold winter’s night.

We cannot see through the fog.

We cannot smell the heady scent of the blooming rose,

We cannot sneeze it out, this chesty blockage in our souls,

We cannot cough it out.

I know what gives me sweet slow release

I need that remedy, which does not taste like medicine.

Give me my warm honey drizzle and lemon drink; Let me take a long long swig.

Let me sit awhile and drink. Drink from this serving of the brew of life.

It is relief for my troubled, cold soul. Let the ice melt away, let me live again.

Speak back my life to me, as I curl up warm and cosy to drink from;

These poetic rhymes,

These talking pictures

And real life stories that speak to me of me.

Let me know, I am not alone

Let me know you understand my story, HEAL MY SOUL

NEW BOOK TITLES BY SELASIE BULMUO - coming out soon!!

Introducing My New Book – Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon ( For My Blocked Up Soul)

If you have enjoyed reading my poems, I am taking them a step further. All these poems have inspired or been inspired by real live stories. So my new book is a compilation of each poem with a short story and inspiring graphics. It will be coming out soon and visitors to my blog will be honored with being the ones to see the first rough drafts and excerpts. Don’t miss them…..

Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon 

For my blocked Up Soul 

A Collection of three in one pieces of poems, graphics and pigmy (short) stories inspired by life as you know it.

 © Selasie Bulmuo

POEMS

[Being A Woman] I’M EVERY WOMAN! Its Only Me.

Being Woman is versatility

Changing change itself

Being Woman is richness held in store

A bank that never runs out

Being Woman is beauty covering strength

Making the undo-able do-able

With grace and fortitude

Being woman is unveiling true greatness

Through sheer tenacity of spirit and grit

Without showing signs of breaking a sweat

Being woman is gentleness that remains true

And is not disfigured by pressure

 

Being woman is wisdom expressed

In more ways than the obvious

Being woman is elegance

Revealed through humility

Being woman is virtue

Having the ability to rise to every challenge

Being woman is Influence

Often without saying a word

 

A Woman is:

Softness, enfolding pain and healing it

Hardness, bringing change even without provision

Endurance, the expression of staying power

The kind only God can give

 

Woman is me

Whatever I need to be

To meet the needs in my world

Woman is embracing my uniqueness

As a treasure and a gift

That cannot be undone

The future awaits me

It is all mine

I am WOMAN !!!

SMART TALK

Three Lovely Questions – My Answers

Someone recently asked me three lovely questions. Since I will have to give them my answers tomorrow (actually today as it is 3 am now), I am sitting down to reflect and find answers straight from my heart. So here goes……..

 

  1. What identity means to you?

Identity to me means understanding all the facets of my life and how they fit into the big picture so that I am able to accept who I truly am (both my past and present) and to use this as a stepping stone and something to work with on my journey to becoming all I am destined to be ( which because of my faith is totally linked to God’s revelation to me of myself and my future). 

My identity is found and expressed in

Who I know I am (Not just according to me but also according to the word of God)

The things I do – My life’s purpose, the reason  I think I exist

The things I refuse to do – My boundaries and principles and Values

My commitment to what and who I am becoming.

(Notice, I didn’t include what I have, because that can be taken away and I still have to be me).

 

2.Why you write?

 

I found out at an early age that I loved solitude and my own company. When I am alone and undisturbed, inspired thoughts come to me, which often clarify something I have experienced or observed in my own life or in the lives of others. These often help me answer the ‘W’ questions – Why? What? Who? When? Where? Etc. When I was a child I did not know how to use this gift properly and will write long letters to my parents, friends etc expressing my disgust at something which they had done which I felt was wrong.

It was only later that I realised that my writing was a gift from God to be used specifically to question life and to provide answers or routes out of dysfunction. Many find ‘life’ difficult and confusing. Many write to educate others on different topics. Unlike them I do not consider myself an expert. I write first and foremost to give myself a chance to make sense of life. I write so that I can take a walk of reflection with someone else, so they know they are not alone in the way they feel, so my words can give expression to what they feel but cannot fully express or make sense of as yet. In coming to an understanding of the ‘whys’ they can perhaps begin to live life on an even keel with some strength and fortitude, finding ad paving a way through the darkness that sometimes surrounds us all. I like to think that I am a voice in the gap between where you are now and where you will like to be. At least that is my aim.

I am also preacher, so I tend to write messages putting my own reflective stamp on them so readers can understand the word of God and what it says about them a bit better.

I think I will have mental overload if I don’t write. My brain and thinking processes will get blocked. Writing is almost an offloading process for me.

Writing comes easily to me. It is a great blessing which I am only now beginning to take seriously.

 

3. What it means to be a woman?

Well, since I could very easily write volumes on this, to help me be brief, I will answer it in a poem.

 

Being Woman is versatility

Changing change itself

Being Woman is richness held in store

A bank that never runs out

Being Woman is beauty covering strength

Making the undo-able do-able

With grace and fortitude

Being woman is unveiling true greatness

Through sheer tenacity of spirit and grit

Without showing signs of breaking a sweat

Being woman is gentleness that remains true

And is not disfigured by pressure

 

Being woman is wisdom expressed

In more ways than the obvious

Being woman is elegance

Revealed through humility

Being woman is virtue

Having the ability to rise to every challenge

Being woman is Influence

Often without saying a word

 

A Woman is:

Softness, enfolding pain and healing it

Hardness, bringing change even without provision

Endurance, the expression of staying power

The kind only God can give

 

Woman is me

Whatever I need to be

To meet the needs in my world

Woman is embracing my uniqueness

As a treasure and a gift

That cannot be undone

The future awaits me

It is all mine

I am WOMAN !!!

POEMS

What’s Love got to do with it?

What’s love got to do with it?

That was the question Tina asked

I waited to hear the response

It left me so dissatisfied.

Everything! I screamed inside

Without love ****************

The clouds are grey

The song is tuneless

The smile is frozen

The embrace is passionless

Sunshine is darkness

Lonely is king

The soul is mateless

The toil has no reward

Sacrifices are baseless

Words are empty

Wings can’t fly

Fires grow dim

Colour is all white

The journey is monotonous

The wind does not hum

Green fields are bare

The heart is cold

What’s love got to do with it?

It makes the world go round

And you become the rider

A trip of a lifetime

First hand experience

Not a second hand emotion

Love never fails