Poetry: Great Expectations
And it would be great
That the wedding was worth the wait.
The gown is an eye opener
The cake does look like its owner
The honeymoon smells intense
The sole duty of his incense
The baby comes after 3 or 4
What would time be delaying for?
I’ll nurse the first,take in another
I’ll name her Clyde, she’ll look like my mother.
If today stays childless
Storing for tomorrow is pointless
Should the night births a sun at dawn
Let the sketch of a new day be drawn
Stormy nights under a leaky roof
Morning has its worth to proof
Counting your chicks before the eggs hatch gives you a clue
As twilight tells the day is done and through
Two worshiped tickets to a long awaited opera
To watch that highly over rated orchestra
The spirits tell me i can’t be vain
But i desperately want it to rain
I’ll be wrapped in perfect couture
Dripping of royalty will be my only cure
Cries of twins to tingle my heart after I wed
A black alluring god who will grace my bed
Wealth of the mind and soul i pray
For a home needs these to lay
Thousands of souls I’ll touch
For this alone my essence clutch
Going to school,
Until making money,
Became sweet like honey,
Education a thing of the past,
Fame that never last,
Hard work was for losers,
Making money isn’t for slackers,
Ferrari, yachts, mansions, great expectations,
Still the void remains, education still the key, clear realizations.
Here, this seed will lie,
On this ground of our hearts, it will die.
Decaying to the earth
a new song, its rebirth.
Then tiny stories make out of it,
with ease of time and heartbeat.
It takes a decision to become whole
love, laughter, little kids from a hole.
The years will begin its counting.
and carefully we split this mountain.
The first night had so much bliss
Planting a little seed to kiss
My baby should come like him
Fine black boy, with a little dim
A twin I will name Kim and King
Carry them round the clock with a Joyous song to sing
Babies are my favorite Wish
Can’t wait to serve them Mama’s dish
They would be my new project
To check the syndrome that I love to reject
To get up from bed
Make an effort to be well read
Give a good run
Take a trip round the sun
Don a hat when the sun is up
Make sure my makeup stays atop
Twist my waist
Never let a wink go to waste
Circle the grand canyon
But do so with heart and a color crayon
Believing in immortality.
Stay alive, and the pain is given abundantly till eternity.
Falling apart like cracked pottery.
So much about the money.
How much for your soul, sad ol’bunny?
Isn’t a sinner no saint?
Why then are Saints covered in sinful paint?
All white in funerals, like angels guarding the dead.
Yet in scarlet hearts we were led.
My heart skipped a thousand beats,
But I will not dance to the fear feats.
As time evaded drawing near,
I longed for some good news to hear.
Eyes growing on every side,
Mine weary from the growing tide.
I want those roles they act for me
My prayers go before a plea.
Expectation is not a bad thing,
If hope is beaded on the right string.
Seeds are sown with plans of waiting
Madness in the method of ticking
You share a smile
As long as a nile
You hope your warmth is preserved
But hurt returns undeserved
An expectation righteous enough
Doesn’t save you a whooping cough
Expectations are baby steps
Towards reality’s bigger steps
Seasons of rains breed thirst for shade
Broken thatch needs reed for aid
Problems will always mound
Even with heads underground
Yesterday was a sickle
Bent like crooked ankle
But today is here
With bags of hope everywhere
I choose to sleep in this dream
Hoping i awake with a sweet cream.