UnSHREDDED DREAMS

It’s another weekend!

Where the light shines no more

At the the tunnel’s end

Unless we decide to roar.

Life has come to a limit.

As everyone is in remit,

To their weaknesses

And not just sicknesses.

Soon looms another year,

As December is here.

January is yet pending,

And we all hope to be there.

But where are the hopes?

Our past ambitions,

Those dreams we shared with the popes,

And our prayers of petitions.

Whatever we hoped to taste,

All seems burnt to waste.

We asked for money,

But we only got to sip honey.

We prayed for grace,

But our faces fell in grease.

Maybe it was not your time,

So God didn’t give you a dime.

But if you are reading this rhyme,

Know ye that you are about to shine.

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DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

MY FIRST EID al-FITR

Being born in a Medina community, Gave me the zeal to help humanity, Not for their lack of man's basic need, But for the luck that I now have people to feed. Seldom did I take part in Islamic activities, For the idea of the zongo hostilities. Yet, As long as I grew with their husbands, I realized not all sad news is created by their hands. It's only a notion that each child is assumed to have played in the sands. With my encounter with the second Sheikh of the land, Islam in focus was what thought me the goodness in Islam's demand. The rhetoric is only an iota of truth in each religion, That there is a "Mensah" in each tradition. I played with Abdul after my Sunday school, And ate with Aisha each break at school. Sometimes Sheikh himself took us out to the pool, Don't fight was his only golden rule. Amelia would bring my mum a basket of food, And I cannot forget the symbolic aroma that flies in all their meals. Eve...

A FENNEL WIFE

The search for true love is as threading a path slowly Experiencing rocks and thorns gently But when it fails, try again secondly This time using a boat actually And if no whale swallows you due finish, I bet you'll catch a big fish. Smiles with cute lips like the base of a funnel, Ready to direct peaceful traffic, Through your heart's tunnel, With care, calm and comic. If you tune to your marriage channel Choose a wife with qualities of Fennel. Get a natural girl Date a pretty pearl One who doesn't easily yell She probably is your night angel Love the one who tells when you smell Who knows what's up As you sleep she stays up When your failed dreams break you up She is the one to help make them up A lady who doesn't make beauty up And would never suggest a break up. An Eve who says Adam taste this Not just someone to roll your testes Be proud of one who nags When you fail to give her hugs Because when others treat you like rug She is the veterinarian dealing with ...

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