Poetry 3

Waiting

My days are so full, yet so empty

My nights are long and so lonely

My heart is so big and wide open

Yet all I feel is hurt inside

My soul for so long has been searching

All I find still comes up wanting

My arms are empty and yet they are hurting

Flickers of memories are vivid and daunting

I ask myself

What have I done?

I see so many but still I find none

I grow impatient as time goes by

I sit and I wonder and ask myself Why?

I tell my heart to be patient still

Let not my own but let God's will

So wait I will some more to see

If God will send one just for me.

- Dale Jackson
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The searching heart

It pains my heart to let you go

Oh my mind was like an open door!

Father, why did you go?

Was it me? Was it you? Was it her?

I wish I knew the sound of your voice

The stretch of your smile and the power of your arms

The child in me has a wandering mind

What say you, father?

Was it me? Was it you? Was it her?

If you knew the daughter you had

You would lift your voice to the Heavens

Glory to God in the highest

He bid me come

I stumbled, a bit dazed from the glaze of his eyes

Alas! It was the reflection of my tears in his eyes

Oh, what joy to know his love

No man replaces this power from above

His gentle touch, his tender voice, his smile

Just melts my weary sigh

Sad I may be, but resolute I am that God became the father that I never had

Was it me? Was it you? Was it her?

Now it matters not, because God sent Jesus and settled all of that

I release you, father, from the grip of your pain, not knowing me was a cry in vain

I love you, father, and set you free

Because I now know it wasn't you and it wasn't me

Wherever you are, please be healed of your past.

- Lola Moodie-Chin Sang
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A broken BlackBerry heart

To text one and two

Or even to call a few

These are some of the things I do

Whenever my fingers are close to you

But now you are no more

It affects me, burns my heart sore

When sadness overtakes me

You are always there to hug me

With your wireless arms

And your bluetooth fingers

Titillate my senses

That you once did, but you are long gone

Just because I trusted a friend

To pick you up after the fall

Exchanged your keypad

And replaced your battery

With the addition of a cigarette paper

How could you recover?

Silly me, how could I?

But each day I learn more and more

At my window sill I stand still

Sighing with a broken

BlackBerry heart.

- Daron Chosen Smith (Think Out Loud Poetry Group)
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Pisces

The zodiac sign of mankind is Pisces

Selfish people trapped by their glass-framed minds

Myopic, unable to see beyond their blinds

As if puppets to sinister Aquarian lines

Unable to justly weigh a situation on their unbalanced scales

Before them Narcissus pales and all liaisons with Libra fails

Crabs whose attitudes spread like a metastasised cancer

I won't have them feast on me like a vampiric necromancer

I have frank faith that fate will issue just destiny

To those people no man-made law can punish

Who have bruised a faultless soul tending it to curse

Provoking the mind of the sure net of the universe.

- C.Watson
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Crescendo

Silence

The wind whistles whilst

Whites whisk to whist

Every soul at the table contains one hundred per cent of ego

The grumpy grumblings generate a hate of zero

Talking

Vocal chords vibrate consistently

The winners effortlessly keeping consistency

Shouting

The clouds tremble from the excessively loud cheers

The jumping tables stir Mother Nature's fears

What the hell?

No, you're a cheater!

Fighting!

It has got way out of hand now

Let's applaud while the actors take a bow.

- Romario Krypton-Brown