MY POEMS
SMALL FEET AND HANDS
For a woman, I have such small feet
Let's not forget my hands,
Which grabs oranges like a toddler's own
All these I have heard
But hadn't listen to.
Imagine if God had given Tinker bell
Peter Pan’s feet
Surely stomping along my walking would be.
My thumbs, twiddle dee and twiddle dum
Would have become two cigar duds.
I love my tiny feet and hands
At least it makes scurrying away easier
After I bite you
If you desist not from teasing me.
Yes, I do have tiny limbs
Do you want breadcrumbs?
You big lug,
For stating obvious things
I sit and swing my feet
While I feed breadcrumbs to you
It all goes to your big hands
Which hoists me up after a long day
Of walking on my tiny feet.
HAPPINESS
MAN: Hear me happiness, for your absence is cruel,
A skittish lover you are, like a wild mule.
Barely here and already gone, what a duel!
HAPPINESS: Promises I never made to you, neither did you to me.
Spent my due time and took my leave
You keep looking for me in the morrow
While barely acknowledging me in the day,
All you will court is sorrow.
MAN: Am I wrong to want happiness in tomorrow?
HAPPINESS: Have you enjoyed today’s?
MAN: Aye, woe to me
For greed, greed has blinded me.
GREED: Call my name not in slander,
For In contentment, I cannot put asunder
Oh you man, when will you learn gratitude?
LOVE CALLED
And love called,
In soft tones and consideration
Later,
It called in with self reflection and healing.
I answered both times,
With equal fervour and reciprocity.
SELFISH TEARS
I watch on as a tear rolls down my cheek
Brimming at my eyes were its siblings
As my heart continues to hurt with phantom pain
Pain streaming in from the barely scabbed wound
Crying would have ease the pain a little
A cleansing balm it would have served
But in holding them back,
I have found a bittersweet solace.
Weirdly, I love this more than I should.
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