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HAILWOMEN
Posted: September 24, 2009, 2:19 pm by cerealinabox
Adapted from “Instructions for a body” by Marty McConnell.
HAIL WOMEN!
And yes, I meant to shout that,
Hail the daughters of the earth,
The mothers of men,
The givers of life,
The nurturers of life.
Hail the gentle souls of the earth,
Hail Venus and Aphrodite,
Both women,
Both goddesses of love and beauty,
Hail the long locks of hair,
Hail the wind that licks them with flair,
Hail those lovely eyes that watch over kids
With love and care,
Hail the luscious lips,
That lashes at thee when you sin,
And lull us to sleep,
Praise the long neck that begs to be rubbed,
Applaud those sturdy shoulders
That carry husbands and toddlers,
Hail her full chest,
And the big heart it holds,
A heart that beats for others,
One broken more than others,
But stronger than our fathers’,
Hail her curveous waist,
Marvel at the apartment you lived in
For nine months,
Pay homage to the swagger of her hips,
Praise the tortured legs,
That work and toil all day
In heels and boots
Filling the stomach of her young boy,
Come bearing gifts,
Bow your head in the presence of these walking poems,
Hail women!
Acclaim the hands that stretch to embrace,
Babies in their innocent state,
An us all in our times of disgrace,
Hail the missing rib that made Adam incomplete,
Hail the breasts you suckled when 20days old,
And hail the ugali she made you…you 20 year old!
Glorify that woman selling mboga,
Respect that campus lady who has been beating you so far,
Laud the business woman,
And applaud the lady juggling her career and two babies,
Hail Wangari Maathai,
Hail Rosa Parks,
Njoki Ndungu,
Mother Teresa,
Mekatilili,
Wangu wa Makeri
Hail their gallant souls,
Hail all of you,
Coz men might never admit it…
But you guyz ROCK
.........Cereal iN a Box...©2009 -
I WANT...
Posted: September 23, 2009, 5:35 pm by cerealinabox
I want to write a poem
And have it read to the world,
I want everyone who hears it
To pause and say,”Damn, that dude is deep!”
I want to walk in town,
Bump into a crowd of hot chiles,
And overhear on of them whisper to her friend,
“Girl, that brother is fine!”
coz am tired of people falling for my good heart,
or my awesome personality,
tired of being told am sweet,
can’t someone just melt at the site of my
square jaws?
I want to walk into a supermarket,
Walk to that lady pushing a trolley,
Smile, say hi, and go home with her number,
Coz am tired of chocking,
And, and, twitchy lips
And, and, sweaty palms
And, and how I can’t stop saying and
In the presence of a beautiful lady.
i want to stand before a crowd,
hold that Mic in my arm,
close my eyes
and still see the crowd and their eager smiles,
perform that poem it took me 50yrs to cram,
hear the roar when am done,
and have everybody get my jokes,
coz i want to say fuck those times i shrubbed on stage
and screw those who don't get my humor!
i want to meet a girl with real hair
a sweet smile,
smells like an orgy of flowers,
someone sweet and intelligent,
braver than i,
who makes my friends jealous,
and of course…
a person who gets my jokes…
or at least laughs at them.
Coz..who honestly loves a lady in a weave,
Who smells like feet
And gets lost in normal conversation?
I want to write a poem on injustice,
I want to paint hope for the world with my pen,
Tell it as is and not what we hear in the news at 10,
I want to write a poem for the oppressed,
Start them on a journey,
Whose destination is justice,
Am tired of seeing death and despair,
As a leader pockets D’s
I want Liverpool to win the league already,
I want to see my future’
Get an A in that test,
I want bouncers to understand am really 21,
I want….
I want so much.
But all I need is YOU.
............Cereal iN a Box...©2009 -
CAME SAW CONQURED..OR DID I?
Posted: September 17, 2009, 2:58 pm by cerealinabox
It was I who transcribed Eve's conversation with the serpent,
I was there when they put Moses in a basket,
I was in Gomorrah when Sodom was aflame,
and ran with Lot when his stubborn wife turned to stone.
We cheered in the audience when Esther was declared Miss Persia,
and shouted in protest when my boy, Dan...iel was thrown in a pit of beasts.
I walked with Socrates,
conversed with Plato,
raved with Cato,
and campaigned for Cicero.
Funny story...
I was there when Julius fell for Cleopatra,
and shouted to his guards..."Caesar"...
get it...never mind...you had to be there.
They called me peeping Tom when Lady Go diva
took a stroll in Coventry;
It was I who shouted "look! The emperor is Naked!"
I concocted the pied piper myth,
after I sold the kids to slave drivers!
I made the 1st guillotine,
then started the French Revolution,
sat in king Arthur’s round table,
and tweaked Columbus' compass on April fools.
Abraham Lincoln recruited me to fight the south,
where we danced with the freed slaves,
danced and hopped to the hip beats we made,
I've danced with drummers,
listened to poets,
sang with bards,
acted with thespians,
philosophized with great minds,
and dreamt with dreamers,
I was the little voice that told Da Vinci,
"You guy, lets mess with her smile!"
I was shakespears dark genius that killed Romeo and Juliet
and still made it look romantic,
the bastard who whispered to Kibaki...
"dude, you should be president"
the reason the cow flew over the moon,
why the chicken crossed the road,
the one who painted a black donkey with white stripes...
just for the hell of it,
the man who taught Brazil how to celebrate,
the soul of the Buddha incarnate.
I've flown with birds,
flown with words,
swam in verse,
danced with stars,
seen the world
I've been the world.
But I am yet to fall in love...
not in the real sense of the word...
........Cereal iN a BoX...©2009
Blah blah blah
Fish cakes
Alas a fish cake.
Yet more fish cakes
Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.
The end of the fish cakes
