ENOUGH SAID!!! - Articles by Selasie Bulmuo, POEMS

It’s A Swap

Tired of waiting, Tired of talking

Tired of smiling, Tired of dreaming

Tired of holding on, Holding on to thin air

Intangible wishes, Even beggars refuse to ride

How much longer, How much more

What else need I give

Hollow inside, Vacuum so deep

Empty sighs, Filled with nothing

Does it sound like I will ever make it through?

Probably not, If you go by what you see

But when all is said and done

I depend not on sight

Although in me there is nothing new

Nothing it seems to hold on to

I am connected to another

Unlike me, this one abounds

In riches that reach the weary soul

This wonderous one, Is full of life

Exuding  energy, Breathing hope

Transmitting power, Shining through the dark

Glows even brighter, Splendourous to behold

Full of substance, Full of beauty

Freely gives, No recourse to others opinion

Beauty for my ashes, Life for lifelessness

Bliss beyond dreams, A reality so real

Tangible hope, Even thin air can’t hide it

An exchange I don’t deserve

Dreams becoming real

For more of this I’m willing

Willing to wait when hope seems gone

A foretaste of better promises

I have no excuse but to yearn for more

I feel so alive when I’m connected

Too alive to stop talking

Too alive to stop smiling

I laugh out loud at every storm

It can’t take me, I am too alive

Too alive to be swallowed by sorrow

Too energised to give in to tiredness

I am awake and I have to tell this tale

Tell everyone I meet about my story

There’s no need to shrivel up

When hope itself becomes hopeless

There’s a place you can go

To receive refreshing

And wake up to brand new life

If only you are willing

To swap misery for victory

Don’t ask me where, ‘Cos if you really search

You will find it there, Right where you are

Just be willing to say, It’s a swap, It’s a deal.

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POEMS

Get Off The Grass

  

 

Everyone is looking around

For the best green fields of life

Don’t want no hard grounds

Too much toil for the hands

 

Everyone has their own field

Yours may not be as green

It may not look as fresh

But still it is your field

 

Don’t reject your own

By actions you do not take

Do not leave it untended

While admiring other’s harvest

 

Don’t waste your buried seeds

When they’re still within your grounds

Although your field looks ragged

It holds your future harvest

 

Your breakthrough is in your field

A field yet to be tended and dressed

Your harvest will be yours to keep

If you take the time to dress your field.

 

Watch over it with care

Water those buried seeds

Don’t let the thorns grow wild

Don’t let the walls break in

 

Standing, looking longingly

At other’s well manicured lawns

Attempting to find a way in

To what is not really yours

To reap where others have sowed

Is a display of wanton foolishness

 

Even you must surely know

The harvest of that field

In whole belongs to its owner

And If by chance he shares

Even if she is so giving

It will never amount to your own one

 

So hear it loud and very clear

As I shout these words of wisdom

To jolt you back to reality

Get off that green grass now!

It looks good but it’s not yours

Your own fields are still unkempt

Go spend sometime over there

 

Be wise, don’t misuse your drive

Getting busy on other fields

Looking for those greener pastures

While yours still overgrows its bounds

Where thorns and nettles abound unaided

A tangled untouched messy mess

One you are afraid to start to tackle

 

Get off that green grass right now!

It will simply lull you to sleep

Satisfied with a meagre wage

Which for now is more than enough

It will wreck you for your future

 

First get your own harvest

Then you can name your price

Others will willingly pay with their time

To stand with you on your green grass

To share in your harvest  if you will

Just get of that grass, Go till your own