tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15193393524384167552024-03-05T17:20:24.505-08:00poetic bushfirefloentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-85930893864476489392011-08-04T04:27:00.000-07:002011-08-04T04:27:37.390-07:00RESPONSE TO HER LETTER<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><i>I write this with a lot of sadness and tears....</i><br />
<i>for I thought challenges are part of life...</i><br />
<i>and are supposed to bring people who truly love each other closer.....</i><br />
<i>to come out strongly and comfort each other even in times of crises....</i><br />
<i>for no matter who you are with....</i><br />
<i>it shall never be a bed of roses...</i><br />
<i>you must learn to fight for your love....I was not born a quitter.....</i><br />
<i>but to bad for me ....the other party cannot handle the challenge...</i><br />
<i>what am I to do...what?I hope God gives you the wisdom...</i><br />
<i>to make appropriate decisions....as for me ....</i><br />
<i>may he give me the strength to cope.......I don't know....but i hope he gives me the power- to remain sane- to look at life positively...and for this cycle of pain to reduce...You wrote 'we fell out of love'....I disagree</i><br />
<i>not in my case....you did and so fast! ....I ask and will always ask myself</i><br />
<i>is what you have been feeling towards me love...</i><br />
<b>I wonder? </b> </div></div>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-63689134811698576102011-04-03T10:11:00.000-07:002011-04-03T10:11:41.385-07:00LOVE BLEED<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="color: magenta;"><div><i>Hate is all that plays so loud.</i><br />
<i>Cries of those gone sound.</i><br />
<i>For this is all I found</i><br />
<i>in this ice filled heart</i><br />
<i>"Please take refuge in my hut"</i><br />
<i>are the only words I shout</i><br />
<i>lights out....</i><br />
<i>Sincerely...am thankful for poetry</i><br />
<i>for my "word" creativity</i><br />
<i>that maintains my sanity.</i><br />
<i>But my heart knows no serenity</i><br />
<i>enjoyed by humanity.</i><br />
<i>This isn't a lame love song</i><br />
<i>so don't get me wrong.</i><br />
<i>Am not asking for pity</i><br />
<i>as this is my sanctuary</i><br />
<i>shielding me from the heart's calamity.</i><br />
<i>But honestly....</i><br />
<i>at times I feel lonely</i><br />
<i>for I need love's company</i><br />
<i>not for eternity</i><br />
<i>or daily.</i><br />
<i>Just a one day session</i><br />
<i>or only a ten minutes lesson</i><br />
<i>to change my impression.</i><br />
<i>If you don't get it</i><br />
<i>or agree with it</i><br />
<i>then may you never experience it.</i><br />
<i>For that's all I need</i><br />
<i>to stop my love bleed</i></div></div>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-79978370980612206882011-03-21T01:12:00.000-07:002011-03-21T01:12:46.058-07:00MY LETTER<b><i>this is a letter</i></b><br />
<b><i>to "my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>so to understand me better</i></b><br />
<b><i>read on</i></b><br />
<b><i>i was born</i></b><br />
<b><i>alone</i></b><br />
<b><i>as the son of the earth</i></b><br />
<b><i>and with my birth</i></b><br />
<b><i>came you "my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>a symbol of creation</i></b><br />
<b><i>pillar of protection</i></b><br />
<b><i>image of diversification...</i></b><br />
<b><i>my conclusion</i></b><br />
<b><i>to you perfection</i></b><br />
<b><i>"my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>is simple...beauty...</i></b><br />
<b><i>so i will sample</i></b><br />
<b><i>though it might not be ample</i></b><br />
<b><i>but here is my example</i></b><br />
<b><i>a guitar is strum</i></b><br />
<b><i>and i hum</i></b><br />
<b><i>to your voluptuous voice</i></b><br />
<b><i>its not my choice</i></b><br />
<b><i>cause am your toy</i></b><br />
<b><i>.....ohhh boy!!!!</i></b><br />
<b><i>my son</i></b><br />
<b><i>i will run</i></b><br />
<b><i>but your mum</i></b><br />
<b><i>has spun</i></b><br />
<b><i>a web to bait</i></b><br />
<b><i>so its late</i></b><br />
<b><i>and as i wait</i></b><br />
<b><i>you gave me SPOKEN WORD</i></b><br />
<b><i>and the world stopped</i></b><br />
<b><i>i try to rhyme</i></b><br />
<b><i>but am out of time</i></b><br />
<b><i>its not a crime</i></b><br />
<b><i>so slowly i climb</i></b><br />
<b><i>and at the top</i></b><br />
<b><i>you i find</i></b><br />
<b><i>as i try to look behind</i></b><br />
<b><i>i slip and fall</i></b><br />
<b><i>you are tall</i></b><br />
<b><i>and like a ball</i></b><br />
<b><i>am in your arm</i></b><br />
<b><i>and am calm</i></b><br />
<b><i>as you charm</i></b><br />
<b><i>me away</i></b><br />
<b><i>i see a ray</i></b><br />
<b><i>so i stay</i></b><br />
<b><i>like clay, you mould</i></b><br />
<b><i>and hold me</i></b><br />
<b><i>to be bold.</i></b><br />
<b><i>am cold</i></b><br />
<b><i>am sick and like silk</i></b><br />
<b><i>which is smooth</i></b><br />
<b><i>you sooth.</i></b><br />
<b><i>this is the truth</i></b><br />
<b><i>you are " my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>is this an omen</i></b><br />
<b><i>that i have been broken</i></b><br />
<b><i>and like the black stallion</i></b><br />
<b><i>of babylon</i></b><br />
<b><i>i press on to write my memo</i></b><br />
<b><i>nooooooooooo, letter</i></b><br />
<b><i>my disaster</i></b><br />
<b><i>is that i let you enter</i></b><br />
<b><i>in my heart</i></b><br />
<b><i>now i hurt and i pain</i></b><br />
<b><i>mhhhhhhhh.............</i></b><br />
<b><i>wait a minute..... no pain no gain</i></b><br />
<b><i>now i see it in plain</i></b><br />
<b><i>that there are two sides of a coin</i></b><br />
<b><i>that though am from your loin</i></b><br />
<b><i>i will feel pain</i></b><br />
<b><i>from "my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>helta skelta</i></b><br />
<b><i>but i hope you have understood me better</i></b><br />
<b><i>if not, wait for my second letter</i></b><br />
<b><i>so read on later..............</i></b><br />
<b><i>let it be known</i></b><br />
<b><i>that i have crown</i></b><br />
<b><i>you " my women"</i></b><br />
<b><i>as ................</i></b>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-12331601679238171532011-03-21T00:42:00.000-07:002011-03-21T00:42:05.166-07:00I LACK WORDS<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>My heart goes .....boom...boom...boom</i><br />
<i>and my secret desire bloom</i><br />
<i>have i met my doom...whom</i><br />
<i>WHITE...BLACK...</i><br />
<i>she is back... and i lack...WORDS</i><br />
<i>like electricity in full capacity</i><br />
<i>through a wire am set on fire</i><br />
<i>taking me higher</i><br />
<i>as the blaze...consumes...my boots i lace</i><br />
<i>to say HI</i><br />
<i>for my loneliness to say bye</i><br />
<i>and as i come by</i><br />
<i>i feel like i want to die</i><br />
<i>for i cant breath like a wreath</i><br />
<i>on a desert grave...am in rage</i><br />
<i>for i lack WORDS</i><br />
<i>i step back...i stare...i cant bare the pain</i><br />
<i>let me say it in plain</i><br />
<i>am drowning in your smile</i><br />
<i>that takes me a mile</i><br />
<i>am burning in your eyes</i><br />
<i>so they seem to be of ice</i><br />
<i>am dying for the way you move</i><br />
<i>among the mangrove</i><br />
<i>my mind says GO AWAY</i><br />
<i>my heart says COME MY WAY</i><br />
<i>so let me go to my box of hoax</i><br />
<i>since i lack WORDS.</i><br />
<i>i will take my thoughts</i><br />
<i>and put them in notes</i><br />
<i>hoping that one day our boats</i><br />
<i>will hit an iceberg</i><br />
<i>and be like TITANIC</i><br />
<i>for us to sink</i><br />
<i>in this barbaric</i><br />
<i>sea of LOVE.</i>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-43543991319130023702011-03-19T09:25:00.001-07:002011-03-19T09:25:17.419-07:00CASTLES IN THE AIR<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>just staring at the ceiling<br />
heart ponding as am wondering<br />
how love can be so dumb!!!<br />
have you ever realized<br />
that love cant wait forever...<br />
but it hopes for the best<br />
even in the worst circumstance<br />
to the extend of caring for one<br />
whom you cant have....<br />
it continuously gets hurt<br />
but it never learns!<br />
shit! am so in love.......</div></div>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-21443858284322645802011-03-19T09:22:00.000-07:002011-03-19T09:22:58.568-07:00HATERS IMPACT<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>I am in one of those trance<br />
that seems not to know what it wants<br />
but i just figured that<br />
all i need is to put it down in words...<br />
to cease this chance, give it a glance<br />
to let it rise and grow to its full size<br />
Ahhhh.........i got it!...it's the devil<br />
my pen is thinking of doing evil<br />
of venomous vengeance<br />
of distorting the balance<br />
This is for my HATERS<br />
whom i gave my letters,inspired<br />
by the word creator<br />
for doubting me...my potential<br />
to address and capture all<br />
to move a full pact hall<br />
to express words from my soul<br />
...for telling me am an instigator<br />
as my words cause riots<br />
stealing thoughts from the brain ballots<br />
from beautiful people<br />
..........brainy people<br />
..........wicked people<br />
...........poor people<br />
Yeah....i said it, it's for my HATERS<br />
who thought i would cease...to write<br />
made me think that this is a disease...yah right!<br />
Hahahaha... your doubts make me stronger<br />
they make my words bolder<br />
longer...longer...longer...<br />
are the thoughts in my brain<br />
sharper...sharper...sharper<br />
so they cut you, doubts they drain<br />
quicker...quicker...quicker<br />
i move in my poetry lane<br />
steadier...steadier...steadier<br />
these words i will maintain<br />
..............................................................<br />
so keep on hating<br />
as i keep on lacing........my word...<br />
<br />
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shadows of those gone haunting the once clear sky<br />
and for once i weep for the country called home<br />
for how long must i shed tears of sadness?<br />
as people chant songs of war in outrageous madness<br />
i think of innocent blood about to be shed<br />
without care they rampage on Her pride and honor<br />
as they cut off the legs of my love<br />
chocking the freedom that we paid dearly for<br />
must it be my only love Kenya?<br />
<br />
as i look helplessly thoughts of days gone bombard<br />
i close my eyes afraid of the sight ahead<br />
then a certain bliss fills my turmoiled heart<br />
i hear children playing without a care<br />
Kenyans walking in pride, working for my love<br />
tranquility of Peace, Love and Unity shared by all<br />
Love as our heritage and Brotherhood our shield<br />
beautiful clouds gather turning.........<br />
black......black.....black..........<br />
as drops of blood trickles sadness is aroused<br />
must it be my only love Kenya?<br />
<br />
eyes open as realization that it was only a dream<br />
but is this true that we stumbled on a small rock?<br />
that we forgot my only love Kenya!!!!<br />
Question: MUST IT BE MY ONLY LOVE KENYA?</div></div>floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-899717700050166672011-02-15T05:51:00.001-08:002011-02-15T05:51:50.705-08:00HER LETTER<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>This is all she wrote<br />
<br />
Dear past'<br />
Am sorry for it couldn't last.<br />
I need you to move on<br />
for out of love we have grown.<br />
For along the way we went wrong.....<br />
By now we have known<br />
that good things don't last for long.<br />
But to you my soul will belong<br />
for my heart sings you a love song.<br />
Though you are no longer mine<br />
our past will always shine.<br />
The light in our love is gone<br />
so i have to say goodbye to our home<br />
for we knew this day would come.<br />
I grow sadder<br />
for this is my last letter.<br />
To my greatest lover<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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forgetting i sent<br />
you,not to bend<br />
but to amend......<br />
not for you to steal<br />
but represent my appeal<br />
ohhhhhhhhhh.............<br />
so you forgot!<br />
and the more you got<br />
the less i got<br />
so what i bought<br />
yesterday.....<br />
today.......<br />
is too much<br />
and all i do is watch<br />
as you belch.........<br />
was i born<br />
to the unknown<br />
of never to own<br />
for it is a norm........<br />
for 5 years i sob<br />
your face you poke<br />
as you mock<br />
and ask for my vote<br />
why do you provoke,<br />
me..........<br />
for the school,<br />
am i to act cool....<br />
for the road,<br />
my dream was broad......<br />
for the jobs,<br />
thousands are my sobs......<br />
you promised<br />
and you missed<br />
no more promises<br />
all lead to clashes<br />
and more crisis......<br />
no more lies<br />
for your 5 lives<br />
are gone......<br />
so you are sad<br />
but too bad<br />
for i have had..........<br />
enough.........<br />
no more.........floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-44643120510244690952011-01-30T04:25:00.001-08:002011-01-30T04:25:58.826-08:00poetry<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> POETRY </h3><div class="post-header"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gT3kFz8hxe7fhLoibnaFe2jUe2VpLyyjMadzth2y2DPcp8IQqJArsJMMLZD0COA00QuK9ebqNLMZ1Mq2sLJYLPwdfSlXVqfWKa4VnN58kiESiX7d6uhOYHS897Kyr2MMHZRlsd3LMBM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gT3kFz8hxe7fhLoibnaFe2jUe2VpLyyjMadzth2y2DPcp8IQqJArsJMMLZD0COA00QuK9ebqNLMZ1Mq2sLJYLPwdfSlXVqfWKa4VnN58kiESiX7d6uhOYHS897Kyr2MMHZRlsd3LMBM/s320/1.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1016075615&sk=photos#%21/profile.php?id=1798907652">HEMA SALLY MATADIN</a><br />
These words of mine ♥<br />
Like a river of life ever ♥<br />
Flowing never dies even ♥<br />
When the season is dry ♥<br />
...past,present and future all ♥<br />
It speaks of never failing ♥<br />
To touch our hearts and mind! ♥<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCByrnZbuAR6tG4hBTnayxusr5GjQUSYd3vgDI-RtOzjidlPJBnO5irF7gFoHhbf8xOjmtdG15bho2HEpjf1zh9klMuVLkiadz51PiDhlwUxrsdYd7yT3daOyMVLYHXdFuoiw7eQ_Dfk/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCByrnZbuAR6tG4hBTnayxusr5GjQUSYd3vgDI-RtOzjidlPJBnO5irF7gFoHhbf8xOjmtdG15bho2HEpjf1zh9klMuVLkiadz51PiDhlwUxrsdYd7yT3daOyMVLYHXdFuoiw7eQ_Dfk/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1016075615&sk=photos#%21/profile.php?id=1016075615">FLOENTRY JULIAN</a><br />
Without my words... ♥<br />
Life becomes hard and i fall apart... ♥<br />
Its like am a wingless bird...<br />
For they are raindrops in a desert... ♥<br />
Quench the thirst... ♥<br />
<br />
Words from my past ♥<br />
Will forever last - ♥<br />
For this simple reason, ♥<br />
They help change your position.... ♥<br />
On a decision... ♥<br />
As they carry a lesson... lose to my heart. ♥<br />
<br />
Letters in my paper... ♥<br />
Might not make it better... ♥<br />
But am sure much later... ♥<br />
When its all over, ♥<br />
You will get sober. ♥<br />
And start to remember... ♥<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBgeZoxLZp6Eh4zuW4CBueQ1m0ZXroJoMDX_sd-Vyp5Te6-ByU2zzlen5uX8Ixthh02kaNeJWhnk5Vtm3WYVEOJBBwICMSBz2V_JyvxOdoXG50_k20aUnHnxTsccQdjpYVoyXESwYV2E/s1600/master-servant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjBgeZoxLZp6Eh4zuW4CBueQ1m0ZXroJoMDX_sd-Vyp5Te6-ByU2zzlen5uX8Ixthh02kaNeJWhnk5Vtm3WYVEOJBBwICMSBz2V_JyvxOdoXG50_k20aUnHnxTsccQdjpYVoyXESwYV2E/s1600/master-servant.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1016075615&sk=photos#%21/jamiumujeeb">OREDOLA IBRAHIM</a><br />
As I stand in this museion,(in which I dwell) ♥ <br />
Calling upon the mystique muses ♥<br />
Striving in my oracular veins ♥<br />
Waiting for the words of poetry ♥<br />
<br />
At this sanctuary, this delphic mind ♥<br />
I echo to this mind purblind ♥<br />
I conjure the Phanaeus up ♥<br />
To bring to my mouth, a drop ♥<br />
From the moving water-born ♥<br />
That my ignorance may be torn ♥<br />
Oh! Melete, train my heart to ponder ♥<br />
On the mysteries of the world's wonder ♥<br />
<br />
Oh! Mneme, thou art the muse of memory ♥<br />
Strike the air, my mind and let it sound ♥<br />
To amass, and to hold all the mound ♥<br />
And my mind to recall every story ♥<br />
Told in the every nooks of the world ♥<br />
And you have them to me all in furled. ♥<br />
<br />
Oh! Aoide, the very perfect voice ♥<br />
Grant me a tongue, the best of your choice ♥<br />
That I may sing for love and against hate ♥<br />
That I may sing for passion at every man's gate ♥<br />
Give me your goddic voice to shout for life ♥<br />
And sings of men that toils and strive ♥<br />
Give me a voice so passionate and touching ♥<br />
To reflect and touches them in my rhyming. ♥<br />
Give me the wax tablet of the Homer's muse ♥<br />
To compose the best epic poems and blues ♥floentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1519339352438416755.post-82994824292453766282011-01-29T04:10:00.000-08:002011-01-29T04:10:10.134-08:00the sweetest curseart is a way of life<br />
that we strive<br />
to successfully live<br />
so as to give<br />
to the masses<br />
them, you cant blame<br />
for not playing the game<br />
though its not a shame....<br />
i know this will sound lame<br />
but all the same<br />
"its not done for the fame"<br />
simply for the unconditional love<br />
the expressive honor<br />
but the more i get older<br />
the more it takes over<br />
so i apologize to my lover<br />
for our bed will be winter<br />
for you shall share with another<br />
as i spend with it summer.....<br />
am at it again<br />
inflicting you pain<br />
for keeping to the art lane<br />
but am not sane<br />
for like a thunderous rain<br />
it hit me with a bang<br />
as if i had inhaled bhang<br />
to my soul it sang<br />
to my ears it rang<br />
i didn't ask for it<br />
i dance to its beat<br />
for its my addiction<br />
simply for the reason<br />
that its a prescription<br />
for my mental conditionfloentryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12321314969003960856noreply@blogger.com2