THE MIND

The mind is God
Creator of the idea behind the universe
Maker of the Word that flows in verse
The power that existed before mankind
You are the eye of the blind
That sees beyond imagination in the world
Nothing can be compared to you my Lord
The computers have tried but not beyond your reason
You are the giver of life and a problem solver
You control human like a television remote
When I am asleep you exist in my dreams
You drive my emotions like whirlwind
O my mind ! home of words and thought…

TO BE CONTINUED

By Cliff The Poet

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Death is a crocodile

Life is a flowing river

And we are the wildebeest

Waiting anxiously at the verge

To cross to the other side.

By Cliff The Poet

MAMA AFRICA

You have broken the vows
And crumbled the cultural heritage
You have undressed before the children
And sold your nudity to interlopers

You have gone to bed again
Slept with the aliens like a sporting lady
You have stretched your left hand
With a bowl to the East
And your right hand like a pauper to the West

Mama Africa, You have conceived again
So fast like a ruttish rabbit
What is that in your womb
A male child , a messiah
Or is it war that you are yet to sire?

The frogs are moarning in the sea
The oceans are yearning for abortion
pleading with you Mama Africa
Listen to their woeful cries
And protect the waters from turning red

Trees are quacking with fear
Birds are shivering in their nests
The ancestors are murmuring with grieve in graves
The wind is carrying a stench of blood
Mama Africa, what’s that in your womb?

Your offsprings are weeping from the desert
Torments of the past living in their dreams
their future looks dark and grubby
Mama, when time is ripe for labour
Never give birth to war again

Mama Africa
what about your starved kids
will you push the nipples of your breasts into their mouths
And feed them with blood and tears
Or just breastfeed them with milk and honey?

By Cliff The Poet

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NEW DAWN

Gloomy days wither like brown leaves
And the night vanishes taciturnly into oblivion
My evil spirits will drop dead and lapse
And darkness fade away like heated mist
The moon will hide behind the sheep
And a new dawn will glint from beyond the skyline
With a shining smile of love and hope
gleeful chirps of birds and insects in the air
followed by the gentle hums of the wind

Grey clouds will form in my eyes
And a drizzle of bliss fall down my cheeks
The rain of roses and honey will pour
And wash away my stain of pain and sorrow
My scar sores will heal
The teardrops will dry
The whirlwind tide will tranquilize in my soul
And the emotional storm calm down in my heart and fog fleet
Then I will sail through like a ship on the sea of love and peace
Fly high in the blue sky like the bird of jove
And shine to the world like like daystar

By Cliff The Poet

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MY BIRD OF JUNO

The sun sinks quietly into slumber beyond the skyline
And dusk rises to reign the aura
Cricket chirps fill the air
To the rear of the door a face peeks
like the moon beyond the woolen sky
And lightens up my gloomy heart
A peafowl pops in gallantly
Eyes winkle like fireflies
Makes lofty movement towards me
Spreads her wings like a skylark
Swirls my emotions like whirlwind
And tides my soul in a storm of love
The night is silent like a tomb
Everything seems to be stone-dead
Sighs and chirps breeze in the wind
Squeaks and squeals tweendle the ambience
Faint twirps are muttered in whispers

I open my eyes in dayspring
To see my sunshine peeping alluringly like daystar
Tepid like sunrays in a mizzle
The birds are singing outside
The wind is whistling swimmingly
and the pegions murmur stealthily
amid caresses and kisses
With my bird of Juno.

By CLIFF THE POET

TATTERED LOVE

there is drought in my eyes
and my tears are dry like arid swamp
I…. am not weeping though
it is just that sometimes
droplets ooze out from deep within my soul
and wets my eyelids

I am a common African woman
withered breasts drooping with the weight of a newborn
no more milk left in them
my body wrinkled and worn out
not because I am aging
but due to the dark emotional memory
the skull inside me rages with fury
as I rove about in this desert of sorrow
where you dumped me with a seed of you sprouting in my womb
almost naked
in a tattered underwear

I am a maimed skylark
singing a lullaby song
while nursing my emotional wounds
and the pain inflicted in my heart lives on

I still remember
how you plucked me like a blossom
from my mother’s curtilage
I was bud
still a virgin
beautiful like the Eden’s roses
we bowed before my father’s grave
and took a vow
to love and cherish each other
(till death sunders us apart)
then you carried me on your shoulders
and gave me shelter in your soul
that gave me a sigh of relief and renewed hope
you treated me like a queen
each night lit sparkles of bliss in my little heart
the carresses and kisses
the warmth of your tight embrace
all made me feel complete like a full moon
we made love each night till dawn
I chuckled amid cricket sounds and swished like see breeze
and you sowed a seed in my womb
then the goddess of war awoke
the sun set upon my life
midnight silence barked furiously
the clouds darkened
the floods washed away
the vows we made
the dreams we shared
the trust you had
love and everything else
a demon replaced your soul
and turned you into a bloody beast
our bed became a battlefield
of swords and everything that was within your reach
and it became a routine
the sheets became wet
not with orgasm but red fluid

blood
I was served with blows alongside my breakfast
some fell on my tummy
I ate my woeful tears for lunch
my face adorned with scars

You called me a whore
a hopeless hideous witch
and threw me out of your soul
I forgive you… you didnt know
But can’t you at least hear the cries of your own
screaming all through the night
amid the caresses and lullaby songs
can’t you listen to the weeping voice of your child
your own blood
the seed that you planted in my womb?

By Cliff The Poet

AFRICAN QUEEN

You are the bloody felon
that breaks into my soul like a spy
when I am deeply dozy
and slips away

with my frail heart

You have abducted my nous
perverted my emotions with love poison
and turned me into a romantic zombie

Occultist !
A vicious belle
that is what you are
you have becharmed me
with your bony charismatic eyes
sending chills down my spine

Murderer !
You kill me with your gorgeous figure
each time I set eyes on you
you have swallowed my soul
like a famished she wolf.

SWEET MEMORIES

I try to fake a smile
and pretend that everything is hunky-dory
but the truth hits me hard
and memories of you keep repeating identically
tormenting me every night
I have lost every bit of me
deep within I am feeling devoid
I am
so light like a chick’s feather
since the day your shadow walked out of me
life has become vapid
completely insignificant
I decide to seek solace in the bottle
to soothe my broken heart

I look myself in the the mirror
an image of you appears again
I turn fast and sit at the edge of my bed
loneliness patting me gently on my shoulder
I look at your picture
the one you pinned on my gallery
the memories flash back in my mind again
everything repeating identically
and I remember how we sat
on that bed facing each other
forcing chips into each other’s mouths
laughing like little babies
then you held me tight
close to your erect knockers
we sank ourselves in the sheets
and sinned
you wanted more and more of me till dawn
(as if for the last time)
and I sublimed into your soul
how I wish time could revive itself
and the dreams of better days become real
Darling
I yearn for those moments of roses and eros
before my heart snows.

Caren Kimz

Thinking of a bonny belle

Thinking of a candy little patrician

Thinking of Caren Kimz

And in the sand by the shore I rest

Gazing at the stars scattered in the blue sky like sand

And the moon waxing gibbous

The sea breeze whistling a love song with a gentle caress

Crickets and frogs join as if in a chorus and chant in unison

And the fireflies flicker adorning the ambience with a scenic glitter

Mavelous, my heart grimances

Hazardous it may seem but I will wager

Not minding the end result

A treasure and it is worth

I pray for good fortune as I stake

On with the game, I am good to go

Caren Kimz you better beware

I am on my way so prepare

To err with Cliff in dimmed twilight

IN MY DREAM

In my dream

I resurrected you again like Lazarus

and held you tight close to my chest

you flicked your eyes at me with alluring grimance like fireflies

and the cloying scent of your breath massaged through my marrow

I closed my eyes and kissed you again

like we used to do in the dotty twilight

but this time you were numb and dumb

your whispers couldn’t reach my ears

and I recalled

how truncated the days of love were on earth

when you used to hold me tight in your arms

and we erred on the beach each night till dawn

You chirped like coupling songbirds

and your sighs whistled like a birdcall in the air

the moon, stars and everything else watched admiringly from above the sky

you know how I cherished that scenario

but now you are departed to the unmapped metropolis

and it’s my fault that you are gone

my mind came alive a bit too late

I should have been with you that night as always

you are still the same person I knew

when I revived you in my dream

from the quiet tomb covered with frost

we made love on my sheets

and you snuffed it again

this time right on my bed

you drowned your body in my tears

and vanished to your new city

I am still seated on my bed

embracing my pillow tight

waiting for you to come back

in pain

in pain

in vain

in vain.