Category: Poems

The African “She”

(from the World Wide Web)

Chocolate, porcelain skinned sister,
daughter to the African earth
Nappy haired diva,
I pray She knows her worth

Embodiment of Soul and Spirit,
queen, commoner, slave-girl alike
Her brownness is “AFRICA” whether bound or free,
She bears Kush’s culture; Nubia’s history

She is a cluster of many shades,
Copper, Coco and Coffee; Chocolatey-milk and Ebony
No matter where her birth, She remains Africa’s trophy

She bears the “Dark Continent” in her womb wherever She may be,
Those child bearing hips of hers are Mother Africa’s Eternity.

©2012 Festivalking

Color filtered belle

She
 

Her essence under silvery light,
shadowy shades of yellow, blue and white.
Illuminating thus her beauty bright
All taintedness concealed by light.

(Picture taken by a girlfriend 
and editing by me! :D)

©2012 Festivalking

The Death of Six Degrees of Separation

(culled from wikipedia)

Social networks draws close the distant stranger,
Once “Friend of a friend”, Now “brother and sister”
Six degrees it is no longer,
You need just sit back, “Click and Enter”.

©2012 Festivalking

INTERMISSION

These blank pages lay empty,
I yearn to fill them with love, hate, joy or melancholy
But expression weighs thin, while desire to fill each page burns feverishly within.
My voice is trapped within fear’s cage,
I am as an unsure artist, paralyzed as I take the stage.
These sheets are naked,
I yearn to clothe them with my emotion,
to bathe them in “self” with each stroke of ink
and bear my soul’s devotion; to let my heart speak.
But I am hunted by barren imagination born of caution’s defeat.
Like a rain cloud, I am pregnant with word,
but the fear to birth them keeps a voice unheard.
…Anxiety seems to stifle this song bird.
I sought approval from an unseen audience,
I suppressed “true self ” and lost “true vision”
Bringing death to many expressions from fear of rejection,
This, the cause of a long-ass intermission.
From fear’s cage I now break free,
I seek my voice’s redemption; my Immortality….
Throwing caution to the wind I allow these words unwind.
No longer will I let the audience my words define
For these sheets, these pages… they are not their space, they are mine…
©2012 Festivalking

 

Hi guys! 🙂
I am SO sorry for the long silence, but I think this piece explains why I sort of went into a shell. Missed you all and am hoping to get back into the groove of things 🙂
…. MUCH LOVE! 😉

A Valentine Thought

Valentine’s Day…

A day of pampering and pleasure,
Its February the 14th!
The day all lovers treasure 🙂
When love is at its leisure,
Husbands! How DARE you NOT remember 😉
The insignia for the day- “Heart shapes in velvety red”.
Chocolates, cards, flowers and gifts are shared;
Candle lit dinners;
Rose petals on floors, sheets and pillows spread.
Eros flits about and from his touch no romantic heart is spared.
On this day some look to get laid; 😉
Others seek to have past love replayed.
Friends laugh; Lonely hearts cry,
The words “Happy Valentine’s Day” is offered to the passer by.
But to me today is a day like any,
Earmarked by gifts, cards, cakes, love’s crest and candy!?
For this reason I say this prayer earnestly,
“Dear Eros, keep Valentine’s day tattooed on the hearts of many”
For we needn’t await 14th February to celebrate Love in all its glory….
©2012 Festivalking
…HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!!!! 🙂

Red

I’m not sure it makes sense anymore, how could it come to this?…. Maybe I should have seen it from the get go but all I saw was “Red”…

I fell in love with beauty I had never known. Vibrant, Sexy, Intelligent, Creative… A perfect gift of Cupid’s to me. She would be my gem and fortune, and she was. We gave into each other absolutely;  the perfect couple… Everything was “Red”, but time is a wicked thing…. With it that vibrant color begins to wear and a faded texture I see.

Cupid’s gift gradually morphs into a fiendish curse. Aggression and anger is its gift to us. She, still my rare beauty, I look at her and the devil wears Prada comes to mind. My “Red” beautiful, powerful and yet vain flower.

Quarrels over the slightest matters ensue… Initially welcome, as passionate acts of reconciliation fuel “bittersweet” to a fiery shade! … In the time of “tainted Red”, Hot, Sexy, and Angry is how I desire her.

Soon “Red” becomes a warning; a stop sign which we both refuse to heed… The situation bears an ugly turning…

My beauty, I know she loves me yet here we are; a kitchen knife run through me…and as I lay here in my pool of blood; clutched in her trembling embrace, at the sight of the tears from my beauty’s face born from regret of her mindless mistake… I see “Red”

©2012 Festivalking

An ode to Crude

Rich filth,… that from which nations amass wealth
Your existence, a fuel to the beasts of men.
From you births the many substances that drives the nations
Father to momentous wars and mother nature‘s ebb and destruction.
Refined and used, you belch abuse into Gaya‘s atmosphere,
… yet we would seek you out and bring forth your flare to air from land and sea.
O woe is man for drawing earth‘s black blood and making of it a demigod.
They kill, steal and lie only to have control over the land from which you are bred.
Energy from the relics,
Power and Poison …,
A wicked jewel that I would rather name “the devil’s piss“,
I pray our addiction will not rest with you forever!
But until pigs fly I for Gaya will shed my tears, as man’s lust for you is unending…
For what are we without our fill of “Texas tea“?
©2012 Festivalking

Cold Eyes

Eyes cold as they stare into space,
Cloaked in pain a shattered heart,
Memories of what were and broken possibilities,
Reminiscence of sweet words of a former love,
….The harshest blow rendered is “goodbye”.

Eyes cold as they stare…
Heart, heavy; Mind, lost in torturous thought.

“He is gone; he is somewhere but nowhere I can reach.
Perhaps another takes my stead… someone, something or some place?
For whatever reason the prize is mine no-longer…”

Without tears, …2 eyes, cold and staring into space,
They seek to draw Eureka from thin air,
will cognizance of what went wrong and who was at fault bring them rest?
It changes nothing! a heart is broken and a whole is still made half.

I pray you cold eyes cease from the nothingness of space
and set your sight on beauties unknown…
Assuredly, no solace will you ever find as you stare away,
Let go the gloom in your past and look to the future in technicolor…

©2012 Festivalking

HEART BREAK!!!One of the many hazards of romantic love.
Been there! Grieved! …and still I rise 😉
If you are a romantic like myself then there’s a probability that you will one day (or may have already) become a victim, but always remember that what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger… and that He/She is the loser for walking away and not appreciating the gem in you 😉
LOVELY DAY! 😉

Dear Aunty Illa…..

I’m not sad you are gone, for it is certain all souls must move on… and I know to The Light you have returned.

I only wish you had said good-bye… To leave me so unprepared,  Aunty Illa Why? 😦

… But it was your time therefore I will not cry. The Lord knows best; Only He holds the answer to these questions of mine. To make sense of your untimely exit, I will not try.

I sit here thinking up a sad song to remember you by, but the words I hear are all so sweet; Trying to be all sorrowful and make myself cry, but remembering who you were only keeps me grinning from ear to ear 🙂

I will not mourn you, as I am reminded that of this life we are only passers through, but I will celebrate you for being a Gem we all had to lose.

So journey well fair traveler as you move on to higher heights, and do send my love to others dearly departed when you step into The Light.

Love Always

Upe

😐 xxx

My Lady Onion

Bundle of complication,
 Passionate; Rich in flavor,
 I could swear you be Cancerian by your mystifying behavior.
You are many layers; one core,
 Peeling at you leaves me sore,
 Wanting you is torture but the treasure of your spice I cannot ignore.
Lady, wild and free,
 Let me tend to you in my garden without fee,
 Let me have you for my own and savor your gifts, I alone.
O Common and yet Rare ingredient in my course of life,
 I long to keep you and have you for my wife.
 So in tears I'll patiently strip away to your center;


 Knocking on the portal to your heart till you 'gree me enter.
 And though you may be complex and sting for a time,
 I know Lady Onion, someday you'll be mine...
©2011 Festivalking

Hahaha! 😀

Just had fun with this, but I guess you can tell by now that if I was a guy I’d either be very unromantic or maybe just love food more than my woman …. :D….Nice day!!! 😉