MY African Poems

The Drink Menu

He walks into the bar,
Sits next to this couple,
Conversing in low tones.

The man says, I like slippery ni**le,
The lady smiles and breaks into laughter,
She responds, I like the blow job.

The man winks, in one move, swallows the slippery ni**le,
The lady does the same, grabs the tiny glass and the blow job is done

They look juicy Lucy, like a drunken sailor,
On a short trip to Hell,
Where they will encounter Mikey’s Breakfast Banger.

They decide to hop, skip and go naked,
To the beach,
S*x on the beach, Latino inspired, tightly embraced like Brazilian rain forest
But there’s sand In the crack
And like A Lonely Island Lost in the Middle of a Foggy Sea,
They walk back to the bar to bend over Shirley.

Time to suck, bang and blow,
A hell lot of ingredients, 3 oz Jose Cuervo Especial gold tequila with Smirnoff Vodka

He leaves the bar,
Like a man who’s had s*x with an alligator,
Raspberry Liquor, melon liquor, sweet and sour memories ringing in my head.
Time to catch up with a three legged monkey and try the slippery ni**le.

Adios.

Who can restart it?

How do you restart a lifeless body,
How can I jump-start it to breathe again?
How can I save his memories In a flash drive,
How can I transfer his knowledge to a cloud?
Can I push him to force start?
Can I cold boot him to life?
Can I get a jumper to help his heart beat again,

As he lies there on a cold concrete floor,
I ask myself, is there any mechanic who can fix this?
Any thing that can be replaced to make him live again?

Death is cruel, it devours whatever lies on its path, leaving nothing happy to behold,
In a moment, he's happy, he's fully of life,
The next moment, he can't feel anything,
He can't feel your love, he can't hear your kind words,

My heart aches, as I know this is the path we all have to go through,
Live each moment as though it's your last.

I CAN'T BE

I can't be where you want me to be,
I can only be where you've brought me,
Though your legs are tired,
You've carried me gently in your heart,
Where there was peace, love and joy,
A joy that I have never seen before.

Sometimes your heart drowns me,
With a mixture of happiness and sadness,
Your heart thaws me, with your tears,
The tears confuse me, I can't tell if they are of joy or pain

Don't ask me to come down,
Up here I can see far,
I can feel the cool breeze like your fresh breathe,
I am on top of the world.

I can't be what you want me to be,
I can only be what you've made me be.

My twin brother

When you left us,
My life paused,
Like frozen music,
Or perfect fairy tale frozen in time,
I didn't move for a long time,

Everyone tried to move on,
Like nothing had happened,
They tried to make me happy,
But I missed your companionship,
Each and every moment.

I have learnt to take small steps,
Living in your reflection everyday
Until we meet again.

THE PEASANT FARMER

I stop to stare at her,
She's at her best, very beautiful and tempting,
I look at her hair, real African black beauty, dancing like a reed in the wind,
She wipes the sweat of her brow, and bends back to her work.

She pauses again, takes in a deep sign and stretches her back,
She pulls her skirt above her knees exposing her thick chocolate thighs,
I stand in awe, at the sight of the amazing angel,
She raises her hoe up,
And hits the ground again and again,
Pushing the soil underneath, upside down,
She is not worried about her nails,
Her feet is covered in dust,
Her freed breasts dance to every rhythm of the hoe,
The beauty of an angel

She does this again and again,
Until we finally make eye contact,
And without a smile on her beautiful motionless face,
She asks, 'What are you gazing at?"

I struggle to find the courage to say,
"The best of the creation"
I just peddle away,
Those words whispering in my head,
I feel the weight of her stare,
As I ride away, far into the horizon of nowhere.
Smiling as her beauty unfolds in my mind.

Don't touch me here woman,
I say loudly to myself...

No one Remembers

You stood so high,
Above all other flowers in the field,
You were a beacon of beauty,
Everyone who saw you,
Wanted to touch and smell your petals,
You exuded confidence and power,
You were gentle and lovely.
I loved seeing you sway in the wind,
The curvy, s*xy, tender stem that held you up,
Your smile was envious to your friends,
They will fade in the background of the crowd.

Then came the hailstorm,
It shook everything in the field,
Everything was flattened down,
Your petals were torn
Your foundations were washed away,
Your tears were washed with the storm.

Now everyone has stood up again,
Except you.
You have faded into oblivion,
No one remembers that you once stood tall in the fields
No one remembers your fragrance anymore
No one even remembers your name.

"Atta Way To Go"

Atta way to go you finally broke it off
Atta way to go we can't even talk or cry
Or even wonder why that a way to go

Didn't you believe me when I loved you
I guess you thought we were playing games
All this time I tried to think I've known you
I guess I really only knew your name

Atta way to go you finally broke it off
Atta way to go we can't even talk or cry
Or even wonder why that a way to go

I thought you knew I lived my life just for you
There was just no price to big to pay
And even though I know I still live for you
The feeling's that you show won't let me stay

Don Williams

At the end of the road

It's been a long walk,
Running and panting like a wounded gazelle,
The price at the end of the road,
Is where your focus is.

At the end of the road,
There is nothing,
There is nothing to behold,
It was all in vain,.
The race was a futility,
Everything was vanity,
The words, the actions, the intimate moments,
All were in vain.

At the end of the road,
Place of despair, hopelessness,
The crowd looks at you and laughs pointing mocking fingers at you,
They say, Oh poor fellow,
The weight of this burden is heavy on your heart,
But you have to move on no matter what has gone before.

At the end of this road,
Is where people lose the hope of living and dreaming,
Many have died at this point,
They can't live to face another tomorrow,
It's the valley of shadow of death.

At the end of the road,
Do you turn back,
Do you go to the left,
Do you to to the right,
Burying your head in your hands won't change the fact,
That your efforts can't be regained.

At the end of the road,
Look back but move forward,
Don't despair, pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
It was just some dust,
Wash your eyes so that you may see clearly,
Obstacles are those frightful things,
That we see when you take eyes off the prize,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Look into the person looking back at you in the mirror,
He deserves a second chance, to get it right from start.

At the end of the road, it's the choice we make,
That is a right choice.

Strength of a contrite heart

It's not the fall that hurts,
But the sudden stop.

It's not the words that break,
But message conveyed,

The human heart,
So fragile, so weak, yet very strong.

This heart gives a soldier courage to face a war,
This heart gives a fireman strength to endure a firestorm,
This heart, so fragile pushes limits unimaginable,
This heart, easily pricked, gives a grieving mother hope of better tomorrow.

Who can understand the heart,
It can be torn in pieces, yet picks itself up again,
It can be shuttered in agony, yet it cleanses itself in it's own tears.

The heart is strong,
It has a force enough to kill you,
Listen to your heart.
Listen to that voice you ignore coming from within.

When the heart is broken,
It shutters like pieces of glass,
The pieces vibrate continuously to a painful dance.

When the heart is pierced,
The arrow sticks right deep in the veins,
You can't pull it out without ripping open the flesh.

When the heart is crushed,
It falls flat like a petal that is trounced upon,
It's worthless and valueless.

Who can heal a broken heart,
When pain is all it can see?
Who can revive it again?

Oh and When a heart is broken,
Saying I am sorry may not fix it,
But it is the step to the right direction.