Resolutions on Clocks

Will power is the be all 
And end all of greatness 
Dreams are just blue prints


We fly; space be the last frontier 
And legends are born common
Like peas in a pod 


Who stand out, on rainy days
Last day, of what could have been done 
This year, that year, was year, 2010, is past tense 


Like yesterday's feast on turkey 
Resolutions are made by the masses
Like praise and worship


By the all saints
All holy, all sinners
If man was without sin


Lawyers, coppers
Thieves, priests, jail house; 
What will life be like in an alternate universe   


Who broke the first vow
Sat on relapses' daisy
Who said the first Oops 


Oops-a- daisy 
Ups-a-daisy
Hoops-a-daisy 


Half way to June, before June 
In summer we take stock
In May, may be, next year


Pilate exercise on halt, 
Will power lost
Be all and end all, case made


Today I will let my hair down 
Tomorrow will be a new year 
But resolutions are not mine to make 

To be a Citizen of Rome

To be a citizen of Rome
Pay my tax and live the life of Rome
I share lands with the Emperor


Colosseums, and gladiators pay homage 
With sweats and blood and we chant
I am a citizen of Rome; a privilege that comes with


I am with royal
Not by royal blood, but by association
I am a citizen of Rome


What price paid
To have my harvest ransacked 
And be left with emptiness of wealth


I am a citizen of Rome
To be made privileged by wisdom 
And be insulted by the same


I gave to Caesar
Life and religion, had their share
But Caeser has got new ideas now


Brain box ticks, lights on
To rob me of my spoils, 
20% to rob me of my value added


Did I not pay with my grains
Before leaving the fields
He takes 20% of my bread, after bakers bakery


For what reason, I know not why
To have been bleed dry, like a gladiator
Just to be a citizen of Rome

Sankofa Old Stories Told

Long, long ago, when  grounds were laid
Paths marked and old century announced
Blue print to be followed, like the 10 commandments lost


Long forgotten roads, once walked on
Memories fade and old stories die out
Someone forgot to announce to the young 


What stories were to be told, what history hold
Someone forgot to turn up by the fireside 
Under the tree, to pass on, the chalice


He died with it, in hand and that night
Marked roots of old grounds laid lost
Gone with the wind


Sankofa , birds sings in the morning
Before the break of dawn, like ghost try to be heard
Words of the wise still faint but alive 


Leaves echoes in the winds
Sankofa the old tales of before
Like old Greek poems rediscovered 


To be brought to live by speech
Like old Roman roads, to be walked on again.
And proverbs of old  Nubian Kingdom, still with wisdom


Today assumptions fills the gap in-between
Like go-between of  what is known 
And what is to be made up; tales to fit


Osagyefo shouts from winds whisper
Sankofa where old stories were lost
Rediscovered, like old Roman roads 

A walk in the Park

A light post stands, flash lights
A bin can fenced annexe; dogs bark, woof, woof, in excitement
On hill tops squirrels hang on tree climbs, nut crackers


This is  parks lay green on green grasses
Hills and contour, forms waves of fusion
A man on walks in solitude, slowly he steps
Indulged in his own thoughts


While run man, rains sweat, jogs off on parks 
Tries to escape from thoughts 
Turned in, turn on,tuned in, into ipods
Sounds blast, private concert in ears listen


Beyond hills lies, concrete trees, concrete jungles
Where reality stands, ready to battle
Round two; I unpredictable, he chants 


For now, the park is my sanctuary 
My piece of mind, my calming place, serenity my regroup
My escapism, take me to another place
It is the dream, of day light, eyes still wide opened


Take me to another place,
Platform on green green grasses 
Indulge me into escapism


Take me to nature,
Let me clear my head 
While time is called out,
On reality's thirst 

Black Gold

Winds gust are faceless 
While effects on cause 
In times, sometimes, are baseless


Suited and booted
Is my new found gold
Blacker than the berry, rich as that 


In my fathers house 
Rain of fortune once did fall in blessing
I pray to God, this be not, my flash flood curse


My neighbour bares scares 
Of what chest of treasures, once opened with joy
My neighbours fish choked on oxygen devoured 


Will this be me, my Midas luck, of golden touch
Watch what becomes of good men tested 
I pray to God on effect on cause


Leaves me not with darkened rivers 
Will effect on cause be my misfortune 
I pray to God, my land, black star be wise

Tip toe, tip toe Shhhh

Charlie, don't rush, don't rush, go slow
One step, two step, go slow
Tip toe, tip toe, shhhhhh


Don't wake the kids up, on sesamme street
They are off, to the dream land, on santa's slegde
Onto to fantasy land in distance poles 


Fellow; rockabye, rockabye baby
Tip toe tip toe, shhhh
Don't wake the baby up


Go slow, go slow, don't wake the brace-band
Don't rush, don't rush go slow, go slow
Oopsy daisy, its too late; 
Bang bang, ching ching po pooooooo 


Now lets just go Ice-skating
Round  around, Christmas trees
Tip toe, tip toe, shhhhh
Don't go waking the baby now


If this didn't make any sense, it wasn't meant to...:)

Blue Bird, Blue Bird

Blue bird, blue bird
What became of my seed spent
My served seeds, on straws pulled


My stands made; what became of, my stands made
What's with the trickery shown
Buffoonish jesters, in tailored suits 


Why you taking the piss mate, the piss mate
Blue bird, blue bird; how old are you mate
Why you taking the piss mate


Waste my time on asked and answered
Called to court, on spectacles drawn
Contest in contest your beauty in context


To have been asked 
On beauty contest, dancing chairs
On choices made


To have me come close, but lose on crowns
Who lose, you lose; Oh blue bird, blue bird, 
Why peck my skin mate, just for the fun of it 


What became of my spent seed,
Straws pulled; rock, paper, scissors
What becomes of my vote cast..

My Haiku Christmas

When all there is to be said is said

All that is said

Is a Merry Christmas

An Inmate Of The Cell

Disconcerting truth, truth be told
Nah save that for the commentary
I criticise every thing, not like grumpy, like grumpy 


I am against the school that stands
I see two colours, hate transformation
Nah, I see rainbow, utopia and paradise 


Take me back to two colours
And they are not doing things right
So something needs be done


Don't ask me, I criticise every thing
Its me against them
Its me against the world


But don't push me
Put them in positions I stand
And see their sweat


Good fellows, miss goody two shoes
Reality would not conform (1 + 1 < 2)
To what life dramas they play in theatres


Don't bend my back 
Ask of me to draw straight lines
I am an inmate of the cell, I am the cell


For I am a critic, not like grumpy, like grumpy
That's my job; truth be told
Nah, save that for the commentary

The Exchange Student

Someone else walked in my shoes
Lived a long life
And was known by all


Had a family
Had a lover, had romance
And had some friends too 


Worked from 9 to 5
Paid his tax
And longed for Saturday's feel


Someone else worked in my shoes
He lived  a long life 
And was known by all


Went through troubles
He went through joy
Felt betrayed and accepted  by all


He had regrets
He had rejoice
He left his mark, on all he met


Someone else walked in my shoes
He lived a long life
And was known by all


And when he was gone
I came as new
And walked a life time in his shoes


And this would be my family tree
Someone else walked in my shoes
He lived a long life
And was known by all 

Cinema in words

Cinema in words
Take a seat; doritos, cap cakes
Ice creams and pop corns, sweet or salted
Do have a fizzy drink, to push things down


Phones off, lovers behave
And no  pirate filming on projections shown
Silence all, lend me your ears
Food crunchers, silence; if you may


Let me take you into a cinema of words
Onto a land of imagination realms
Triggered, like hypnotics on pictures drawn
By the words I speak; rattle, ra ta ta ta taaaaaa


On occasion, Parental advice; objection advised
On occasion, not too late, not before bed time
Horrors do manifest from,
Stories told into dream worlds


On occasion; laughters, and jokes
And smile on comedy, to have been educated
On occasion, a real connection found,
 "I was moved" on responses gave


Let me take you into a cinema of words
Where poetry, seats on directors chair

The Have Nots!

My dear Santa
This is the happiest of day, the saddest of  day
The loveliest of day, the loneliest  of day


When gifts wrapped up, 
Sent by you, through Rudolf the reindeer
And seven others that follow
Are opened and shared by the fortunates


And thinkables,  and Abba songs 
Are sang with joy
This time next year 
Where will we be


And those life gave and those life took
The saddest of day, the happiest  of day
While Christmas carols are sang with joy
Love ones, hug and kiss with animation


And feast are served in such abundance
But for the man who lived without none
This day stands, his loneliest heart
 Is filled with sorrow in the coldest of spots


For Christmas makes
The unloved heart 
Feel  the loneliest of all
So share a thought for t' loneliest of hearts

Snowy Christmas

Oh holly night,
Oh coldy night, in Bristol stay
When snow falls drops
Like crystal balls


And white laid carpets
All around winters day
Slippery roads, and sledging hills


Wishing for a white Christmas
But hoping I get home
Before am snowed down


Oh holly night
Oh coldy night 
Hold back the snow
Until I make it back home

Oh, December

December, oh December 
Friends and family do gather
Christmas trees and turkey made present


Uncle Jack Daniels, with family of wine
Sits on  tables in patient waiting to be greeted
By the faithful; our lips are dry


Jokes and fun games, Christmas jumpers
Miles-toes; and if we were to be caught under it
A kiss is mine, its only tradition


Not to think, not to say 
Not to see January knocking on doors
Not to think, on the 5th, my course work, bids me fair well


Not on this day, in December 
I am to be graced, the spirit of indulgence
I am to be graced, if only for a while

Self

Drawn out, my weakness

Constant remainder; its my

 Strength I am yet to know

A pact with Dreams

I dreamt big, 
Laid my plans on tables,
Naked for all to see


And picked from one to another 
Until I got to the better best, 


Don't ever rest, I prayer for that
Not for doubt or recoil 
When the going turns tough,
 And the weak in role support; just falls off, 


Like the leaves in autumn,
That desert the tree's GRACE
You are on your own


We light now, slim trimmed, 
And we know and we feel; 
It's hard now; all out for the broke, 
Wishing the better best. 


#But don't let me down, 
#Don't fade away, 
#Don't change my role, 
#And let me go


I have been dreaming for so long
I have being walking on this path
I have being seeing you forever
And forever you've always been my dream


My ambitions
And my want
And for you, I dream some more


#So don't let me down
#Don't go away 
#Don't say am done
#I have to get, to you


I dream big
And you became my dream
My dream to fulfil 
That was the pact I had with dreams

A Son of Wales

CYMRU

From the South, cross borders to the Valleys
Came the wise across the bridged rivers of Avon
Oh great sons of Wales, Rugby loved, Villa fun
From humble lands, laid symbols of the great dragon's stand


Red dragon that graced the landscape green on white sky 
His words were wise, deep and thoughtful
He travelled the world, and acquired its knowledge
Worked as another, shared feast, chips with open arms


His words were wise,  a green man, beer can to match
This was the fire of old dragon's know
That breathed deep thoughts of conscience
His words were soft, yet imprinted on man


He came from the lands
That bore symbols of the red dragon
He stood in galleries, to testify his legacy
I knew a son of Wales, he came from graceful lands

Nature's Gift

Three Kings in a manger
Three gifts they bare
On festive times, when snow flicks embrace trees
Behold a King is born, behold a life to adore


2000 years after, again the story is retold, 
In winters wonderland, alpine trees welcomed indoors
Three Kings in a manger
Three gifts they  generously bare


New seasons drawn, morning lights adored
New birth onto us; holy behold a King is born
Four friends became fathers
Four in Kings and Queens were born


Blessed; Donald, Eugene, Ismail and Peter
Were made guardians of new lives
A Father's joy, of fatherhood welcomed
Much love to share, and show to all


A Mother's love, of nurturing care
To new Kings and Queens born
2000 years after, in natures gift wrap
Again the story is retold

Dyslexia Disjointed

Don’t call me stupid
Don’t stare with bewilderment
To say as, say this, say in whispers heard
Mention a word and spell with ease


To check, and check and check again,
My keys, my phone, words spelling too
And still not see, where things do lie,
Where letters disjoint, in forming tête-à-tête 


Look and say; what's wrong with him
Its not by choice, am not a dunce
Don't patronise me so, gesture as jester
And call me stupid


I am, the word-smith, dabbler you came to know
I write, I utter and to you; thoughts provoke  
Such metaphoric connections, 
Your intellect bow to, in appreciation's gestures


In sing songs, such masterful sounds of music sang
In painting, always a master piece to hang
My speeches are moving, I utter with grace
Effortlessly in doing so, it brings smiles to faces


But then, in spelling bee, to have become lean
To spell they as there,
Their as thier, exact, as exert
Don't call me stupid, its not by choice


To my mind, its what it sees, and reads as so
Being forgetful is not by choice regard 
Sorry to have to ask, again again 
Your "name", your "name", please again 


To maths, I am brilliant, 
To maths I am not sometimes pulling out hair 
In my mind, its entangled in abstract
But don't call me stupid, its not by choice


For Information: http://www.fsc.yorku.ca/york/rsheese/psyc1010/wiki/index.php/How_does_dyslexia_affect_children_of_primary_school_age%3F

The Gym Membership

Life like the gym membership
New resolutions, made with conviction
A need, a reason, a justification for that change
A reward, a desire, a picture drawn on blue print


A step, steps, stepping
A change in attitude 
A focus drawn on targets
A new found confidence 


Then the question: 'Why did I not act all this time'
Time, time, time; oh, time of past procrastination
You deprived me, of such joy, of so much


The realisation; a percentage more of the 
Brain box, being used on marching beat box
Motivation, I am sitting on high


#On wards 
#Christian soldiers
#Marching on to.....


Relapse, self doubt, self worth
Ask the addict, why after the realisation 
Of cause and effect, effectively 
He went back to shots in veins


And the alcoholic may be synonymous 
To the term, falling off the wagon 
I tell you; so too can  be said, of the man
Who dreamt of building castles    


I am not giving answers
Mind you, mind the gap...
I am asking questions 
Answers; I have none, none to suit, I am no tailor 


Who out there solved the parable of strive
Made the difference between
The many that started
And the one that finished 


I am not giving answers 
I am asking questions 
I tell you this; still seeking answers 

Life

Life imitates 

Life depicts life is art, 
Delicate, puzzles in abstract

Timeless of time

Time is timeless, spiraling into black-holes 
Until in context, framed on subjects 
Dates are baseless, nothingness
Until on benchmark settings


Set on targets, count down
Deadline set, stop clock ticks
Time in context


Time in purpose, time on target
This time set, to act on essence 
Clock works ticks 

And to be, and to stand
To make a pact, 
On time, with time


To stand set on ceremonies 
On times marked X 
Time mark a place to reach 


And time is timeless,
Spiraling down a black hole 
Until such time, put in context