Category: Life

So many Qs

  I ponder where do their hopes differ  She drinks of crimson red drops And bites of his flesh They wash the darkness away to reveal a heart white as snow and filled with gold   The sun and moon sing Leave them be, let them believe Without hope man dies.   I ponder yet again … Continue reading So many Qs

Up in the air

  Do you remember? Mama told you and I That our wings would take us places never before seen To the fifth and sixth seasons that humans know not of As the winds ruffle my feathers I chuckle as I recall my doubt when mama spoke Twirling and sailing in the air I speed up then … Continue reading Up in the air

Be Woke

Opaque is his mind Torrents of rain won't clear it But the Woke still sees After many years of ruminating, I have come to see that a firm stare and harsh voice doth not a cruel heart make. Just as soft words and gentle features doth not a kind heart make. So be mindful. Helpful … Continue reading Be Woke

Be what you seek

  I leaf through the books of old. Like a leech to skin, I suck in the feats of warriors past. Each word gives light to stories not written. I wish I could tell each of them that none is forgotten. Their descendants takes delight in their every effort. In every word and thought left … Continue reading Be what you seek

Conquer the world – Just a horse ride

I, A horse, Awaiting Her brave rider. I am not  choosy Neither am I easy. The rider's will matters here. I won't be conquered by the weak. My language is persistence and strength. Control your mind, believe in you, you'll win. Lake of bright fire Beside, blue green river flows Battle of equals He Falters, … Continue reading Conquer the world – Just a horse ride

Vita

A stage, a market place, I have been called many names. But few know my real name. I tell it to whom I wish. A lucky few will heed those before and learn my secrets. Many would rather hear from the horse's mouth while they wine and dine me. I do not blame them. I … Continue reading Vita

A poet’s promise

    Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise

Sightful

    What do you see from your window? "Jack Frost came again," she said with glee. She saw the ice on the grass and on the street. The icicles hang from the branches on the tree. The kids came out with their skates, glad to be free. Tiny squirrels scamper in and out the … Continue reading Sightful

THE breeze

    Once a breeze blew my way It was fleeting But The flames it killed was plenty And The embers it cooled were many It is long gone on its way But Its memory lingers on my skin And Will be held dear until my finite life ends     Image credit: Angel Uloma … Continue reading THE breeze

A king, yet a slave

    Like lanterns in the dark Your eyes shine through the fog Your remarkable body glides. Cutting through the air with your every step Stealthily, Yet, Kingly. The sun has risen to kiss the earth. And now they must kiss your throat. You make hay while the sun and earth make love. Because, When … Continue reading A king, yet a slave