Negligence Poems

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Duty And Natue

Duty And Natue short poem

Life has become a race where everyone are trying to keep up their pace, where there is no time to go into the waters,where the paper boats row Running the race busily for our lives like the bees in the

Poems containing references to : Negligence

Kenya You Not Alone

Kenya You Not Alone short poem

In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream. Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart For a

Shards

Shards short poem

Shards, Your shards you have to pick up, Shattered all over the flo’r, Scattered like someone knocked over a house of cards, How can you look at yourself? Blame the shards for cutting your hands, Cuss them out using every

How will I survive…without another word!?

How will I survive...without another word!? long poem

Very often we seek love, warmth, caress, inspiration and motivation to move on. Very often we ask for guidance if not from God then from men to confirm our decisions. Very often we struggle to live through heartaches of solace

Holy Knot And Germany My Dream Land

Holy Knot And  Germany My Dream Land long poem

“Holy knot” Marriage is like a book of suspense, Each day contains romance and turbulence. You are excited what is next, You try your level best to prove the best. Sometimes you want to read its climax, But you have

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An Urge

An Urge short poem

From time Immemorial,I am saviour of millions life, I am lifeline to your daily needs , Cities ,towns grew on the bank of mine. I feed you I quench your thirst I provide enlightment to you I am the reason

20 Years Flew By

20 Years Flew By short poem

It’s been 20 Years since I first picked up my plume to pen a few poems. It’s gone by extremely fast Like a spaceship off to Mars It’s been an interesting journey, a loving joyful one Unexpected extravangances belied purest

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The olde wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced and all were in tears. The faithful old rider

In The Wrong Place

In The Wrong Place short poem

Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

Honour The God Gifted Life

Honour The God Gifted Life short poem

Today under the lamp light, My ambitions are glowing bright, When everyone is visiting their dreams, I struggle to settle among the creams, With smoke and shadow as my close friend, I am ready to give any hardship to lend,

On The Gallows

On The Gallows short poem

Lead me into, the green darkness, under the nude flames. It was hurting; the golden sun. Out of full moon, werewolves would come out chasing the flesh, the long limbs of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped in tracks. No

Inadequacy

Inadequacy short poem

A silence speaks up at ungreen age for an unknown, finding dark matter in hiddenness of sleazy light. A dove in the valley of tulips stops a flight for a wayfarer. What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? Queen

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the

Toxic

Toxic short poem

A toxic tongue laps the ocean and fish goes to sleep at bottom. I do not know from where to start. A distraught candle flickers. The blast victim was pregnant and the foetal head got severed off in womb. There

Morning Rabbit

Morning Rabbit short poem

I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I

You’re My Hero

Youre My Hero long poem

Well and you are one of a kind There’s no one in the world like you I know ‘cuz you lift me up so high When I’m down so low… That’s why you’re My Hero and I Know I ain’t

Humanity’s Redemption?

Humanitys Redemption? prose poem

What does it mean to be human? Are we just animal or evolving to become something more? Are we victim to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature. Do our passions control our minds or can our minds

You Torn My Love Into Shreds

You Torn My Love Into Shreds short poem

How delicate is the heart of a man It throbs gently at every beat yet it bears the burden of the man From the things he loves best and the things he loathes so dreadful Of the things he loves

Time To Depart

Time To Depart long poem

Routine activities seldom add pages to the life’s file while human sentimental values take back stage When my daughter decided to re-settle abroad I felt happy for her taking the path of prosperity As the D-day of her departure neared

Hopes On High

Hopes On High short poem

The pain feels like bone breaking day after day Till you are stressed Sitting there and tired of crying. Is there anything I can do To help you get rid of that pain? I know you you are not yourself

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

A Prayer, if Wishy-washy, to Myself

A Prayer, if Wishy washy, to Myself short poem

Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity

To Her

To Her long poem

To her I loved a girl but, I guess, I was afraid to spill it out. Like a hot cake on sale She was up for grabs Physically not so stout, I bet I wasn’t her type A, little icing

Hearing Voices.

Hearing Voices. short poem

I can inform, enlighten, give an idea But can’t explain how my reality can become so severe Yes you know I hear voices and I never can feel safe But you will never know truly what my mind can create

What Is To Age?

What Is To Age? short poem

Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is

The missing connection

The missing connection short poem

May be the winds might know which way it turned, or fish might guide through that deep undercurrent. The flora and fauna of that desolated island, help unravel the mystery if it ever land. But with all the technologies, the

Before Abraham Was I Am

Before Abraham Was I Am short poem

(A Versification of the Evoluted Past in the Convoluted Present Tense) Once upon a billion aeons ago, When mucks are gene pools of protozoa; Long before Ape is the forebear of Abraham And amoeba the forebear of ape-man, I am…

A New Morning

A New Morning short poem

A new morning It has started sunning A fresh day Still on my bed lay The bright sun is here to shine again Today has its loss and gain I want a new blessing ‘cos it’s a new morning The

Silence

Silence long poem

Silence It’s only when they can’t see, That’s when the tears runs heavy. In the silence i make no sound Though everyone is around. It’s goes on for hours into the next day And the tears still flow anyway I

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

Essence

Essence short poem

Two hearts beat for each other The bodies come closer By an invisible tether Inches apart yet miles deep Never letting the other weep No regret No expectations Never will fret No calculations He will stay She will support Through

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening short poem

I fell asleep at the wheel of my life In somnolent slumber I slid Cruising on blindly my eyes off the road While I from reality hid Days had no meaning, events left no mark Each breath unconsciously taken Smiling

Confrontation

Confrontation short poem

It erupts and then sublimates in thirst of response from the faraway wholeness of truth. Will not be the same again this life in motion of reverse malignity. Lifting the passage from script to justify the suicidal chair of kingdom.

Where Do We Go?

Where Do We Go? short poem

Where do we go from here? faceless ones causing death, what do they hope to gain? by creating all this pain. Is the cause so great, in this head full of hate, to maim and kill a child, does this

*Return Journey

*Return Journey short poem

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach

Words countdown

Words countdown short poem

A thought so perturbing that questions our state of being what is the purpose of this life and living? too short a time and the doubts unending this countdown in sync with our birth sooner demystified the better it is

Embrace Me

Embrace Me short poem

My beloved please embrace me for last I want to live in present not in past In front of beauty love has to blast Life is too short and time is too fast From the day beauty is in cast

Make Her Lucky!

Make Her Lucky! short poem

lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE

The Mirror

The Mirror long poem

As she sat and watched at the castle Beautiful and lavish as it may seem It had three doors and three doors it had As She walked towards the first door Heart racing, feet trembling She opened it, with all