ARAB PROTEST !!!!!

Voicing in protest,
Placards headlining,
Once tacit now never,
Polite words and wording never now,
Flow of trend,
...Arab world,is it?
Arab protest is it?
Mabe just democracy!
Anymore not Arabic,
One after another,
Voicing in protest,
Wonder not my soul,
That vote style has outfashioned,
Coup in protest,
From Peter to John,
Might as well for…B,

Weeping isn’t in protest,
Tears irrigate courage,
Bullets take away some,
Some more come in solidarity,
Ready for shielding same bullets,
Voicing in protest,
Ponder not my soul,
Vote is a ride of a dam wave,
Takes none afar than confines,
These souls want to reach somewhere
Voices,Votes,Vetos,
Till when?

STREETS TO SHORE

FROM STREETS TO SHORE

I hustle for the next meal,

I beg for next coins to head home

I labour for the next deposit into my bank account

I brush the jackets of strangers

Car hoots  and  reving makes my head loudly bang,

Lo and behold starts transport

The shore  oohh  ever  so  peaceful,

Just the rumbles of the unending waves,

Smells of the silent  life underneath

Seems stagnant yet alive,

Serenr ,prganised yet moveing with the unfold of years,

Smell it ,its just the shore,

Hear it its just the shore

Look at it,its just the shore

STREETS TO SHORE

From streets to shore,

awashed and dragged away, t

he litter of travel,

Miles and ages to get to shore

Clean streets, tainted shores,

Wiped and blown away there

If not be  Torrents and tornadoes,

It will be from drops, to rain,to stream,rivers and its gone

Welcomed on shore as new and new  life there

Away from the hive of stamping feet

Noises and pollutions

To the serenity, calm waters of the shore

Gently rocking the shape that was in the street

unwanted scatter on the beautiful

 human involvement on the shore

Inwishful thoughts let the shore send it back to the streets

 but low and behold it is always from streets to shore

 neither other way round

SERENE WINDOW

Lost in admiration,

Long gazes in wonderment,

The ultimate beauty of it all,

From my window seal,

Simpleness of life,

Away from the hoots and shouts,

Shielded by this window,

Slide open and be part of it,

Pose in the picturesque,

View from my window seal,

VALENTINE WISHES

To let the heart take charge,

Accepting the trance of affection flows,

Unpredictable in direction,

If let be,

Takes you to the lands afar,

Afar with plenty smiles ,giggles ,chuckles,

Eyeing other and else with appreciation,

Be they mother ,father, knowns and unknowns,

Unmistakable trance of love takes

Few tears do wet cheeks in small rain,

Adversely  or  in favour,

Its all love

Valentine wishes to all

Whose hearts beat and skip at such a time,

THREE FATHERS

Three fathers were never

In squabbles its thrice the fold,

In shouts and insults,

Thunder of words thrices,

In punches it tri-punches.

Smiles are thrice,

If all three fathers  bring presents,

“..happy birthday my son…”

“..happy birthday my son..”

..”happy birthday my son…”

The ululations from a thankful wife,

Echo in three dialects,

Love and attention she gets,

Hails and springs from three wells,

Three fathers were never .

Thrice the trouble

(inspired by the administrative clashes going on between R.G Mugabe,M .Tsvangirayi,A .Mutambara)

http://www.newzimbabwe.com/news-4428-Mugabe,%20Tsvangirai%20talks%20over%20Mutambara/news.aspx

OFF-SET

The first post in my personal blog ,excited  and  feeling  it  had  to be done: for a platform that  is  dedicated  to yours  truly .Be it decorated  with  poetic rants and   or  monologues .  Pelting  or  clapping  comments  welcome .