Essays, poems and Stories of an African-American

Friday, 27 September 2013

Sky above

You are so happy;
so full of mirth that you cry,
your loud laughter;
the rumbling thunder.

You are chicky and angry;
lulled by mischievous ennui,
tempest upon tempest repeating;
unless 'tis topped by lightning.

You are so bright;
the face of the sun and starlight,
coquettish clouds lids over moon;
widest smile of noon.

Bedecked drape on high;
gentle winds next to you sigh,
storms rip through your attire;
not perturbed! You never tire.

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

This is my story

I can give you the behind-the-scene version or
the highlight sugar coated reel.
I have pain, I have worries,I have the will.
I have everything I desire in life!

Where you are well ( Ubi bene Ibi Patri)

East or West,
home is best
there I go to rest.
life a serial test,
hurried is a jest;
haste is waste,
caution is a pest,
advice less heeded,
a crown and crest,
where you are well
there your home is,
live your life in reality;
leave your delusions
and insecurities tied securely.