Tag: innocence

Before we lost our wings

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Laughing angels dancing round burn fires
Drenched with youthful spirit and innocence
Life is a dream, in our small frames once lived

Imagination fueled young desires
Cowboys ‘n’ Indians, we played in pretense
By day-dream’s Never-land we are captive

Boisterous as chirping birds on a wire
Love and friendship we share in transparence
Being naughty or nice without motive

Trampoline jumping, higher and higher
Skirts raise and the boys stare with pure essence
“Girls wear weird shorts”-   minds still uncorruptive

That age, care-free will I always admire
Day-dreams, laughs, tears…  flickers from burn fires

Its about  Trireme Sonnet tonight on dVerse and we have Samuel Peralta taking us through the motions 🙂

The Sonnet consists of four tercets (with rhyme scheme ABC-ABC-ABC-ABC), followed by a heroic couplet (with rhyme taken from one of the above tercet lines, AA, or BB, or CC).

Read more about it here: Form for All: On Midwinter, Magic Realism, and a Trireme Sonnet. Please feel free to join us at the bar 🙂

Cheerio! 😉

Beggar Girl

Different lives, different locations;
But sharing that same condition… A beggar girl’s destiny.
Born into penury, her pockets she fills with her plea

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

As a child her innocence is her might,
Her youthful smile and laughter her charm,
With pure resilience she disarms her passerby,
Attaching herself to her prospective financier
this small frame with teary eyes lets out her angelic cry

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

She grows older; begging her career
but the older she gets, the less her financiers
Her innocence is lost with age, a woman is on the rise,
Not many pity a wondering girl in her teens as she gives off her daily cry

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

In some stories, on the streets she becomes a woman begging for her bread,
And where begging fills not her pocket, her body is often shared.
Her story is told in most corners of the world,
She is different colours, shapes and sizes yet a common “Beggar girl”.
Her call for aid is made in different languages and most mother tongues,
But here, these are the words I hear so often sung

“Oga gimme change na!
Madam hep ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”

©2011 Festivalking