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Cousins, by Steel+. Mellow pans mixed with classic jazz. Perfect background music to compose poetry or prose. Check it out here.

A green grape angel

A green grape angel

a green grape angel

have filled her sweet, sweet mouth

of juicy grapes

they were so very much delicious

like fruit of tender sugary kisses

and when she smiles,

twinkling away

her heart planted the green, green grapes

growing rounded and all fresh

they strengthens her wings to fly

and spread out wide

letting all of her green, green grapes

of love

falling all over the world.......

~

©2008 Kai C.

At Times Am Overwhelmed

at times am overwhelmed
by the abundance of nothing
just sitting there alone
by the lagoon
and watching the foaming brine
bring in debris of all kinds
or taking a walk
on the dark side
and i cross the road
where the motel was
and see comfort workers
still hawking their stuff
but i turn and walk on by
at times like that
i recall your first cut
the times we necked
at the lagoon front
the things we did
at our heavenspot
you touched me in places
i did not know exist
and i took you on journeys
that i can not now revisit
saw you now all
married and proper
a vicar's wife
fitted for the role
like the thread fits the needle
i begin to doubt if
it didn’t all happen
maybe i hallucinate
two dozen times
over three years
or may be i break your heart
and you found god
and he showed you the vicar
who gave showed you peace
but am still walking in the shadows
behind the trees where
we used to make love
and haunt the streets
were we rendezvoused
am still thinking
why did i leave
and if i was the earth
and you were the leaf
why in the name of newton
did you not come back to me

at times overwhelmed
by the abundance of nothing
i compose this corny lines

early poetic bird

early poetic bird
she woke up
in a tree
her eyes are still halfway
open
leftover dreams still
linger
while the sun sticks to
her skull
yet, she said, “i need poetry and coffee!”
so she drifts off
out of her tree
swirling ‘round
her words came falling
from her soul
when she flown away
another mile
she have sung
her freedom in the
mid air
where the soul is longing for
the skies
“i need poetry and coffee!”

she happily chirped
on a beautiful Sunday
waving her wings in the air
cos she woke up
to write dropping poems
and take a few sweet sips
of coffee
cos she’s called
an early poetic bird
and she writes her soul
down, drinking sugary-cream coffee………
~
©2008 Kai C.

I Remember You

When my boat is empty
Of catch and the fishes
Won’t come out
Because the sun is shining
Angrily overhead, then
I remember you

I am Yours for Always.

Till we meet my heart waits,
beating with anticipation.
Your eyes captivate me,
drawing me deep in their dark depths,
showing me glimpses of the sweet soul inside.

One glance and I drown in your love,
swimming to the surface only with great strength and will.
Holding on for all I'm worth,
dreaming of the day I'm yours for always....

red, white blue pt.3

red, white, blue

part 3.

love is

red,

white,

blue

coloring

my heart

in red,

words in blue

and no white

the independence

that i gain

so much pride

of being

the voice in

this country, America

and look at

me

brown skin

wise poetic soul

i am not an

American butterfly

or a star spangle bird

i am free

the blood of goodness

and i will rise

like fireworks

this red

this white

this blue

not just the flag

in the breeze

just me

holding my pride

in my hands

and

say,

"happy 4^th"

~

©2008 Kai C.

Getting Over...You

Trying to run from these feelings
Slip slide duck and hide away
But they are all around me
Beating me on the head
Hitting me in my back
Knocking the sh*t out of me
I know I look tough
But Man I'm tired
My breath is leaving me
I'm so exhausted
It hurts to breathe
Someone get me some help
Please...
Someone
Help
Me...

Madness

Going through emotions
So big
I want
To cry
Scream
Have magical powers
And bring my friend
Back
Senseless murder
Lives changed forever
I look
Down the street
See his empty home
Further down
I see his body
Laying there lifeless
I wanted to run
Shake him
Say
Get UP!
God knows better
All I can do is
Pray
Remember
Cry
Until
I heal.

RIP E.
© 2008 Shai Lynn K. Davis

Haiku for Robert Mugabe

That man on the subway cheers Mugabe
He also wears an R Kelly t-shirt
Mugabe was once a good man

little girl's face3-27-08

little girl's face

 

i have a little girl's face

flat cheeks

bone structures

like straight oval

but i am still a woman

to your eyes

look at me

those dark brown eyes

never lie

and you think, you said i am beautiful

oh my little babyface

i never

wore make up

only a smile

a twinkle in my eye

and the cuteness is written

all over me

 

©2008 Kai C.