Sweet dreams

Mountains to climb
Poems to rhyme
Perhaps another day
Not enough thirst
No creative burst
Take a nap first 🙂

Walk

Walk across meadow
Not even my shadow
Would like to accompany
I and my sins only
Lonely

Colour Kandy

Green, blue,
which shade are you
I am spring,
all colours I bring
I am pretty mad,
in dark pink purple red

World’s end (literally)

Not too distant in the future past
earth became flat, at last
the end and the beginning could be seen
and all that is, in between,
Too much weight on either side
It will tilt, break, or just divide
Sapiens have to think new rules
learn survival skills, old fools
fighting, war, greed and lust
leave everything if living must
balance earth’s weight all around
animals, forests, water and mounds
best brains worked day and night
at last, a solution was in sight
Cities moved thousand miles each side
counted, measured, every wave every tide
No cast, creed or money worth a lot
Together ploughed away, without a thought
Humanity survived this colossal task
United, they can achieve any big ask
Nature should have made earth flat at inception
would have saved Sapiens from all death and deception

Slaves

Words don’t mean anything
Narration went abruptly mute
soul was denied the truth
blatant lies uttered, none refute
True warriors broke slaved pens
their blood screamed, enemies rattle
redemption was near, felt closer
fortitude won emotions battle

Afternoon tea

Sea of green,
Hard work unseen
Dripping sweat
Effort great
What is grown
What is sown
Never drunk
Never sunk
To those dry lips
Tired, nearly broken hips
Arrival of thousand ships
For places afar, to sail away
With million bags of tea
On the mighty sea
In few days, weeks be
Adorned in a beautiful pack
Delicacy sack, expensive rack
Newest fad, buyers glad
Stamp says, ‘fair trade’
from all that, money made
who benefits, who is screwed
whose children sleep without food
While you admire
the crockery, with utmost glee
along with your afternoon tea

Hypocrite

Two passages
Decadence laden, greed boils
Excessive wealth, polished tiles
adorned faces, fancy smiles,
Destitution, broken street
Torn clothes, bodies weak
Poor masses, fate bleak
Inequality, I berate you
Inhumanity, I hate you
thinking through
my lavish travels