A Funny Poem

I know, my punctured cold fingers feel numb and unused 
Winter holds grip of it, for it  has been a while, a long while 
Cobwebs have gathered, like gloves and claimed ownership


A long while, since I wrote a poem 
A love poem, a fun poem  
A family and friends poem  


A summer poem, a winter poem 
A poem about autumn and spring 
I know it has been a while, a long while 


And  my fingers have all gone cold, no jerk on key pads 
My mind follows asking for answers " why carnage"
For why would I have starved such cherished tree 

And watch it weather and gloom 
It follows my bonsai tree in faith 
I got from love on summers day 


It died before autumn came 
I lost a fish as well this period  
These days my fish tank looks so deem  


I can no longer tell by character any more 
How each of my golden fish does behave
I know my cold fingers feels numb  


It has been a while, a long while , influenced by t' status quo
Like darkness hold, of  days in the pole
A long while, since I poured my heart out warm 


It has been a while 
Since I wrote a love poem 
A happy poem, a funny poem  

God Made Me

Just before I pass off, pass on, stretch hands
And hand over battens, not yet, but
To the next in line, like legacy
Battens in rally ran, its your turn  


Whispering guidance
And lessons learnt
Take care on this road
It is long and treacherous


But full of hope and beauty
I have lived it, I know it
Suffered in its toil to gain its reward
Like harvest day, fruits in baskets 


Bring out your baskets
And be sent blessed
By his goodness, God gracious
Every day shower 


God made me, he ordained me 
So from the beginning I was destined
To be greater than great
The greatest in my own endeavours 


But never on a silver plate, 
To be placed, like the king on chess game
It is the journey that count,
It is the part, that is blessed the most, in blessing


To find myself, through gutters dug 
And know what I am made of, 
Capable now, to dance with the lions 
I am to be tested, to prove my worth


And stand on my own two feet  
Accomplished, no wobbles 
I am on top of the world with birds eye view
I see all, on the landscape


God made me
God made me
God made me

All Things Beautiful

                                                                      Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

If God created all things 
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom 
Beautifully there is none so beautiful
As the beauty of a feminine temple


With soft and smooth hair
Skin that melts like chocolate, caramel in arms
With smooth voices that whispers
Lullabies into my ears, cloud nine 


From head to toe, I am enchanted
Falling in love, each time, every time 
With every curve, and contour moulded
Into position with perfection wants  
To the eyes of  the beholder, blessed and me too 


Caught without word in gaze, admiration    
Her eyes that looks back at me, with tease 
From the shoulders journey 
To the top front end of life's nourishment 


To the back, slowly hitting the
Back end that lifts up with praise 
Geography of poetic passion 
Contours, of sculpture that stands  


Down to the hips  
The front low end, of flower's blossom 
Drowned already suffocated
Enjoying being immersed, I 


By all things beautiful
Before being hit with the
Legs, in flamingo, lets dance 


What reluctant defense 
Can I put up, I as a man 
Born to be weakened and overpowered 
By the feminine temple, life on earth


If God created all things 
Bright and beautiful, flowers blossom  
None so beautiful, as the beauty of a woman 
Worshipped as a feminine temple