Thursday, March 28, 2024

Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Alastair Wallace ,Lee Stewart ,Patrick Nakalonga

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HER WAY AROUND (Script off; DRUGS, ALCOHOL AND BAD HEALTH) by Alastair Wallace

She stood in front of me

She understood my wants and needs

She took my arms and knees

She mistook my food for feed

 

Indeed She saw me, I touched her and her neck twist

She gave a sigh, a breath I failed to resist

The sweat on her curves is something no man could miss

She started to say words that made me be… Be!

 

Betrayed by her bodily fluids

Sipped them drop by drop until I felt stupid

A feeling I enjoyed feeling until it got me ruined

I emptied her body while she emptied my soul… slow

 

Agony is finding your life completely obliterated at the bottom of a bottle

But I love her

She taught me the social life

She gave me the night lights

She showed me that courage is a shot of scotch

Beer or whiskey, bear with me if the times right… But I love her

 

Even after she throws me away and calls me a Has-Been

With a headache and she whispers “grab an aspirin”

Two days of my life wasted on a night

Two days she took away from my life

 

I Guess Alcohol Has Its Way Around

I have been around

WE NEED SOME SOUL SEARCHING… THE TIME IS NOW!

 

 

THE SILENT TRUTH by Lee Stewart

You prefer that silent I stay,

The truth you cant handle or obey,

Though happy to live a life of slavery,

Life is too political.

Where now is there sanctuary,

Without obstacle.

 

By the truth down you feel dragged,

Its easier to believe the lie the trap,

Lazy minds fight me yet wont fight back,

The noose they live by.

You too might as well make a pact,

So yourself can self apply.

 

To the world torture chamber,

Increasing hardship and the danger,

Will you rest your head in a manger,

When your homeless too.

Would you happily sleep with a stranger,

There’s believing in the government for you.

 

And when your religions come to fail,

For you believe the material world has the right to sail,

Its ship of slaves who work tooth and nail,

Do their cries too upset?

For when you try to silence out my wail,

I too am subject.

 

Bills need paying so does the tax,

You know what I’m saying yet ignore the facts,

To continue your miserable life that lacks,

Value and equality.

Here comes the law with unworthy maths,

You’re now sold property.

 

Live aye for a time you will,

Wanting more from life yet stand still,

Sit and wait to be killed,

While others die.

What a fine world you’ve all helped to build,

Sick am I?

 

Disgusted too would serve fit,

How can you say life is what you make it,

Blindly letting go of all that’s sacred,

Do slaves have a choice?

Surely God didn’t give us the world for them to rape it,

What have I but my voice.

 

My word my chance to rise,

To speak the truth that ignites,

A volume to which you close your eyes,

The worlds made me sick.

At all the suffering pain and lies,

How are you well in a world that’s toxic.

 

Ignorance is bliss oh is it now,

You’re stronger yes so deeper you plough,

Without a care or even how,

Today came to be.

To your masters I will not bow,

God walk with me.

 

I’ll spin a tale a record new,

Of the truth a classic which to,

The spirit of the earth can sing for you,

Of hope and faith.

From the heart where love gives us our due,

A new road I’ll pave.

 

I’ll go with God and you your sins,

My own world I’ll walk into the heavens,

Continuing to believe love can make a difference,

While you fools take chase.

After gold and sex with serpents,

A sad disgrace.

 

For each and all I’ll say a prayer,

To the slain and to the slayer,

The innocent the lost and self betrayer,

When God does come.

May evil be vanquished and from its deepest layer,

Gods will be done.

 

And at that by God not by man,

Not he who builds hope with sand,

Or he who foolishly casts his hand,

Over the world whole.

Should God the great creator command,

Please save my soul.

 

 “D” By Patrick Nakalonga

Drawn with no Duress, but simply by the Desire to Deliver, he Descended from heaven to be Delivered in a most Demeaning fashion. He was Dipped in water and the spirit came Down upon him in the form of a Dove as a sign that the battle to Defeat the Defeated and bridge the Divide had begun.

The Devil was Daring and Disrespectfully Diabolical in his plan to Dethrone his majesty. He Debuted his Deception by Divulging Data to the blinded Damsel called Eve. She Digested the forbidden Delicacy that Disqualified man from his Destiny. Drenched in sin and Dealt a swift punishment, man was Discarded from the Divine’s paradise but not Disowned by the one true Deity.

Like Daniel in the Den, man was thrown among the wild, but he Did not let us get Devoured. All this courtesy of a life that seemed Delectable when the woman was Duped by the Debonair Demon to Delve into knowledge unknown. Man became Dilettante as a result of his failure to be Demure and thus became Devoid of his Decorous unveiling and was now worthy of God’s Diatribe.

God wanted man to be Dextrorotatory so he Drew us close through the lamb that had nails Driven into the form he was Draped in. Through the sacrifice of his flesh, we were Delivered.

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