(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
Tag: Poems
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!!!!!! 🙂
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! 😉
Christmas Cheers To Friends Anonymous!
The poem you see below was dedicated to ME… (Batting my eyelids)
😀 hahahaha!!! :D… Not THAT way anyways! He saw my blog and was inspired to send this piece my way… I titled it though! 😉
I call it “Indecent Proposal in December”
Indecent Proposal in December
We’ve talked but never spoken,
Both in relationships given as a token,
Your words are effortless,
Written with a grace and charm that leaves me breathless,
A night with you would be sinful,
No strings attached, just lustful.
We won’t have to worry about tomorrow.
I quote “the aftermath of a fling never has to end in sorrow”
Memories of my touch and its warmth will bring back the urge.
The thought of our one night union your mind will never wish to purge.
This is a moment in time yet to be experienced in December.
Decide now to leave or to choose a month to remember…
©2011 Uchiwally
To think “Uchiwally” and I bonded over the Blackberry network.. and NO, we’ve never met 😀 …. I’m glad I’ve got anonymous friends with such skillz, and that includes YOU my dear reader! 😉
Stay blessed this WONDERFUL Season of Christmas Cheer… Despite all Odds.
…xoxo… 😉 🙂
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!!! 😉
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
Expressing me
“Good and Sad writing, Sad and Heartfelt, Good and yet painful to read”…. These are a few of the comments born of my poetic seed. It makes you wonder the sort of woman I am, but I couldn’t agree more with these observations of men. My work is sad and yes, sometimes painful, still it gives me great joy when on paper I engrave them.
Though a good number of my expression is cast in shade, from a jolly heart it is made. Known to be quite witty, yet rendering no real “Laughable Moments” in what I poetically enunciate.
So what is my Muse and what drives me? … Call me a Back-Bencher if you will, but I have always preferred to blend with the backdrop of life’s scenes; I observe human interaction, and note response to emotional stimuli. From the outside, looking in, I write what I see.
Grim as it may seem, I actually find it easier to translate human confusion, lust and sadness; I resign to reach into the depths of others, probably because I am too scared to explore my own darkness. I stare through the windows of their emotion and create an impression of their feelings; the actions of even a stranger will give my words meaning.
Unfamiliar with the art of poetry, besides nursery rhymes I recited as a child I bear little interest in the works of T.S Eliot and Oscar Wilde. Happy as any surreal artist with words to say, more than willing am I to bear the title of “Sad writer” if to some accidental reader my literary inscriptions may relate.
©2011 Festivalking
Misery’s Dam
Sad woman.
how often your eyes hold back Misery’s dam,
with ardent nerve you restrain a saline river within its gates,
A vessel full of emotion, forever fighting to maintain your calm.
You resist the surge, yet the cracks betray you.
From between your lids the mix of salt and water escape as narrow streams down each side of your face,
…A face flushed with pain.
Heart and body ache as you keep it from vibrating jolts of emotion coursing through your veins.
Why do you hide Sad woman?
Why do you insist on bottling this hurt inside Proud woman?
You have every right as any to feel unstrong.
Do not keep your inner wounds concealed
Permit your tears and let your weakness be revealed
Summon up the tempest within, wail and scream as you feel
Burst open Misery’s dam; be unashamed of your weakness and let all men see.
Let the waters of Misery’s dam come forth;
Let its river, down your face run free….
©2011 Festivalking
From between your lids the mix of salt and water escape as narrow streams down each side of your face,
…A face flushed with pain.
Heart and body ache as you keep it from vibrating jolts of emotion coursing through your veins.
Why do you hide Sad woman?
Why do you insist on bottling this hurt inside Proud woman?
You have every right as any to feel unstrong.
Do not keep your inner wounds concealed
Permit your tears and let your weakness be revealed
Summon up the tempest within, wail and scream as you feel
Burst open Misery’s dam; be unashamed of your weakness and let all men see.
Let the waters of Misery’s dam come forth;
Let its river, down your face run free….
©2011 Festivalking
Our Chemical Romance
From opposite sides of the room our eyes meet
I watch you come towards me
… your hard fixed gaze on this female body.
In a crowded room our visions collide and start a spark between you and I
With your every approach my heart quivers;
Anticipation sends my body a shiver.
Feelings raw and undefined make mockery of my mind.
As water to heated iron gives off steam, you like the water come to me
and with your every step passion is set free
as heat released from within my breasted chest…
We two… An equation of human chemistry.
My heart flutters now as you draw closer… Prowler to the prey.
It will not rest until words are said…
And with ripe conversation and a physical reaction,
per chance it will birth our chemical romance…
©2011 Festivalking
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