Have you ever woken up

thank you Jingle…an honor. You make my week. Get well soon, Stay well forever.

Have you ever woken up

Wanting and needing to hold that shirt

The one that still has that scent of your father

From ten years ago

Because you love him

Have you ever woken up

Needing to wrap your self in that shawl

While craving that signature dish

That only your mother can make

Because you love her

Have you ever woken up

Needing to talk to your childhood friend

So you can relieve your carefree days

Resist reality for another day

Because you love her

Have you ever woken up

Got out of bed because you had to

Gone to you dead end job because you need to

Paid all your own bills and felt proud to

Full time school and work so we can get where we need to

Because you love them all.

My Mother’s Bosom

Thank you Jingle…I am honored. Thank you to everyone who supports me and keep writing so I can keep reading!

It’s amazing that in this day and age

They ask me still if I live in a tree

I tell them no

I lived in my mother’s bosom

Where warmth was not by email

My mother’s bosom

Where all wrongs were fixed with a kiss

My mother’s bosom

Where I always belong no matter what age or what time

My mother’s bosom

Where I learned life lessons of unconditional love

My mother’s boson

Where I learnt to be a Queen, a King is a bonus not a necessity

My mother’s bosom

Where I left of my own free will, with a standing welcome back

My mother’s bosom

Always open to her children

Last Good Place

For the Thursday poetry award I nominate: http://dustus.wordpress.com

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They say Africa is the last good place

I agree

A threat to no one

But itself

To the sufficiencies of others

A playground to the rich

A petri dish to sample new diseases

Cafeteria for new drugs

A cesspool of exiled morons

A retreat to the intellectual genius

A trip anywhere else is a vacation

To Africa, a humanitarian effort

Or the new celebrity pundit,”revisiting my roots.”

“Getting in touch with the motherland.”

Africa: The last good place

The only child of a western one night stand

Still a pre teen, Still under our thumb

But when she matures?

Why He Is A Soldier

He takes care of his mother

Stands up for his sister

Always there for his children

Uniquely sufficient

Loyal to a fault

Generous beyond measure

Proud with shoulders high

Warrior blood caressing his veins

Never scared to stand up and be counted

Always makes the cut

That’s why he is a soldier

My Backyard

thank you jingle…i am so honored! Thank you everyone for showing your support.

The world is fascinated by my backyard

The hot springs that warm my hot tubs

The Rift Valley my landscape

Mountains galore with and some without caps

Craters with Lakes

The nile, my aisle

Carries me to Majestic Victoria

Sahara, a desert so vast, to visit is a must

My property line the equator

My household pets, The Big Five

Ellie the elephant, whose majesty is all i want

Simba the lion, who stands for more than Zion

Ray the rhino, looks as if to ask what we know

Hannah the hippo, her swagger stating she knows what we know

Gerald the giraffe, always proper, nature’s butler

Yes I am bragging

Watching your smug air sagging

All the weapons, computers, cars and oil spills galore

Cannot get you my backyard

i was critical, but shakira did Africa justice

Refresher Course

I got comfortable

Felt invincible

Dreamt of being unreachable

Believed in my untouchable

Got arrogant almost unbearable

Completely lost my adorable

My inflated aura my ensemble

Orchestra of my rise playing to those who assemble

Never realizing the time to be humble

Not remembering life is a gamble

Turned out it was more than I could handle

Life snuffed out my candle

Told me to pack my bundle

Took all I had handled

Taught me how to be humble

Refresher course 101

You are not anything that cannot be handled.

Oh What A Life!

The intricacies of a short life
Vivid death
Lackluster afterlife
Encased in a bombshell body
With tawdry mental ramblings
Oh what a life!

To be wined and dined
Praised and adored
Lavished and coddled
Utterly spoiled
Oh what a life!

To sleep on a cloud
Partake fresh from a stream
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Pampered mercilessly by Oriental silk
Oh what a life!

What happens?

I have to thank jingle, for inspiring me and giving me that wind that my sails needed to launch my writing boat.

So tell me what happens

What happens to the damsel

Who’s distress was never heard

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince just never came

What happens to the damsel

Who’s prince met a two-bit hussy

What happens to the damsel

In a tower straight through to old age

What happens to the damsel

Who’s dragon got hungry

What happens I ask

What happens

What happens to the damsel

Who only talks to mice and sings with birds

What happens to the damsel

In a deep sleep with a prince who wouldn’t kiss her

W hat happens to the damsel

Who was too tired to feel the pea

What happens to the damsel

Who the dwarfs did not take home

What happens to the damsel

Who planned to be married at twenty and is now still single at forty

What happens to the damsel

Who’s frog prince was just that, a prince of the ribbit realm

What happens?

Humbled – Staggered to my Knees

I accept this honor with humility and I nominate suzicate

I am humbled

Staggered to my knees

That they saw fit to not just read

But honor my writings

A little girl

Knee high to a grasshopper

Full of words

Others saw fit to pass forward

I am humbled

Staggered to my knees

That a no one like me

Warranted the honor of someone like you.