Poetry Bulawayo

Image - lauracohenphotography.com   He misses her the love of his life But he is here and I am not with him How could he be When his heart aches for her She is away But with him In his thoughts and in his heart It’s me he married For the baby he did it honourable man I think of letting him go free him Let him fly to his soul mate But then A slice of a great man Is better than a loaf of an average man This is the burden I will always carry Knowing He will always be here But I will never be with him.

Positive's always overidden by negative Beauty never lasts Pleasure is momentary Why should love be everlasting? If it be positive, it sure does sour; for it exists not in a vacuum Dawn proceeds - lighting the world Birds wake to celebrate Praising the rise of yet another day And at the melody - the bright sunshine smiles on, warming the world. Dew drops - flower buds pop open Colouring the world. Light, music, warmth and colour Is it not all beauty But such becomes too much for the negative force And darkness hastily shades everything Does not the kangaroo keep her joey safe and warm in her pocket? Does not the gull feed her chicks from the nest? Does not the cheetah show her cubs how to hunt? Does not the zebra foal lean on his mother to balance the wobbly legs? What but undying love could such gestures be called? But close by - lingers the negative force Death in the hands of an enemy for the young cub Death - to blight all the affection Love exists no...

I am too imperfect to stand in thy presence I don't have any right to question thy ways your will goes But sometimes I shake my heard in frustration and aske why? I am too much of a sinner to understand how you do things But sometimes  I ask why didn't it go this way or that way My way What do i know about I only wait for your guidence Which i know won't lead me astray But sometimes lost and confused I ask where is the damn guidence? I understand why I don't have a mountain of bread But surely a few crumbs won't do me harm Sometimes it's all I ask for In frustration I sometimes say Where are the damn crumbs? But then what do I know about life bread and crumbs?