Tag: Poetry

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
 
 

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

Obsessed

You set my soul on fire, yet refuse to quench it.
You I desire and thirst for,
still my love as dry as a desert floor,
you will not wet it.

I hunger for you, so why will you not feed me?
I want you so bad, so why do you not need me?
Am I that less than ordinary, that simple or just a nobody?!

I wake every morning and say a prayer for me and you,
On my heart and body parts I have your name tattooed.

I stay by my window each day to see you pass by
…Such sweet salve for my wanting eyes
I wait impatiently for the scent of you,
mmm!….fresh morning due.
I create symphonies that remind me of you;
In my head, I play movies that star only we two.

DAMN IT BOY! I’M TRYING HERE CAN’T YOU SEE?!
I’M DOING ALL I CAN TO LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH
YOU MEAN TO ME!
HAVE YOU NOT BEEN READING MY NOTES OF LOVE AND POETRY?!
You KNOW I want you, NOW STOP BEING SUCH A TEASE!
I CAN’T BE THAT INSIGNIFICANT!
ARE YOU TOO BLIND TO SEE THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN STANDING HERE,
ARMS OPEN WIDE SO LOVINGLY?!

Okay! Okay!
I see you’re not ready for this much pressure
so I’m “backing off” as you call it, for good measure.
I’ll resign to the background of your life
and I’ll let you breathe
to avoid you bringing in the authorities.
I’ll dream of you and I’ll want you from a distance,
that will be my pleasure for the very instant.
And though you may be cautious ’cause I’m persistent,
…worry not.
I am not obsessed…Just a little turned on by your resistance.

©2011 Festivalking

Its one thing to write a poem, but to recite it!? Wow!

War Paint

 

A slimmer face,
Narrower nose and Higher cheek bones;
Fuller lips and Dazzling eyes…
These and more you can supply.
You make my skin glow
and bless me with a radiant complexion…
I cling to you,
for you are my perfection.

My “War paint”!
My great disguise in this “cosmetic nation”.

With you I blend in,
I am Trendy and Youthful,
Sexy as sin!… I AM BEAUTIFUL!
…Without you I am insecure;
Scared of what could be seen
once I am stripped of your wondrous sheen.

Hide my blemishes, quickly!
Spare men the sight of swollen bags under my eyes!
Stay so they may pay no attention to
my aging skin and stress lines!

…Sadly this is me “au natural”;
This is me when the Vail falls.

War paint… My biggest lie!
Yet, you are the arsenal in my hunt for a guy;
you, my greatest ally.

…And so, sadly but TRUE,
it is with you all my flaws I hide,
with each layer of “war paint” I apply.

©2011 Festivalking

This is how dependent many have become on cosmetics… let’s not over do it shall we!
I say “LEARN TO LOVE YOUR LOOK!”

“Love is a Desert” – Conversation with Michael


“Hi Cousin!

How’s Love and Life” he asked,

 

My response, “Life is Grrrreat!!!;

…Love is a Desert”

He laughs,

“I find your disposition towards

the situation quite amusing” he says,

but remember everything has its season;

…Do not forget that In the desert

the rarest and MOST BEAUTIFUL

flowers bloom!

Not to worry Coz,

your time will come soon.”

“Thanks!”  I said,

“Your interpretation

of my situation

is MUCH appreciated!”

So I wait…..

…. And If love truly be a desert,

then I stay patiently for it to be wetted.

©2010 Festivalking

Lucky me

Lucky me! Lucky you!
Lucky, lucky we two!

You say how lucky you are
but that’s so not true.
I’m the lucky one,
… I’ve got you!

You say I let the sunshine in,
while you are my Sun;
I give you a complete feeling?
Well you are my “One”.

Yes, I am aware that our love is imperfect
and can depreciate,
but we have never BEEN to please,
and that I’ll always appreciate.

I’ve got you my brother
and I your sister,
….the rest we leave to fate.

Lucky me!
Forever will I be glad I’ve got you mate.
For you are “MA NIGGA”, my friend and hommie.

…I am grateful for this lucky state.Tayo and upe

 


©2011 Festivalking

My Pretty Picture….

As a child I painted a pretty picture

of what my life would be in future.

In it I painted you,a man of dignity,

honest, loving and true,

…for these and more,

you I would love and adore.


Time came and went,

on counterfeits my love I spent

and at some point, love made no sense…

I loved in vain, almost to insanity;

I gave my body and soul

but all was vanity.


I don’t blame the others,

it was all my doing.

I would love and then bring it to ruin,

for something was missing.

I had almost lost hope

when God gave me you in due season.

 

As a child I painted a pretty picture

…….You were the reason.

 

 

©2007 Festivalking


…2 Mes’

What if I had 2 Mes'?
The lover, to say; to do as men need, 
the other a friend to no end indeed.
If it were so, 
to what end would men use both?  

The lover and the friend, 
they are both willing to please
but the friends of the friend; the lover's lovers,
... they are in disconnect,
wanting no real position in relation!

So what IF I had 2 Mes', 
the lover and the friend?
To my tears there would be no end.
They would cry to each other; 
Brood about a brother 
until they realize, 
all they really have is each other
... Sad!

THANK God I am NOT 2 Mes'!
I with one me, 
I am free to shift and change as I please!
The lover and the friend,
...they are all in me 
along with the bitch and the enemy,
depending on the button a brother pushes, 
that he will see.

I AM the Friend; I AM the Lover,
I am ONE; I am ME....   
 
©2009 Festivalking

Sex’s Soul

If sex has a soul
then you and I have found it;

If it were a state,
then we have wondered its hills
and tasted of its fountains.

If sex was a vine
then we have drank of its sweet wine;
If it were a race
then we have reached the finish line;

We have danced to its glorious song,
that sweet rapture
that has taken us through the night long.

Sex’s soul!
A cauldron of heat and fire.
It bursts forth as sweat, smell and screams;
born of man’s desire!

We have found its place,
not many seen,
and have visited over and over,
as many lovers been.

And as we reach journey’s end of “you”and “I”,
sex’s soul is lost for an instant,
until each with new love re-visit it;
We embark on new flights,
to climb its many hills
and drink of its fountains;

…To find the soul of sex.

©2009 Festivalking