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in the spirit of change, ...
Posted: September 28, 2010, 9:47 pm by cerealinabox
in the spirit of change, CerealiNaBoX has now moved to
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They Came To See You
Posted: September 16, 2010, 12:05 am by cerealinabox
They came from near
They came from far
They came on foot
some by car
They came to see you my love
They bought dresses
And pressed their suits
They did ther make up
Straightened their hair
And non be prettier than you
they left their cows hungry
their land untilled
Nobody remembered to feed the chicken
Because they had to see you my dear
They came to see you in white
They came to see an angel
They came to see you wed
They came to see me say i love you
...copyright 2010...CerealiNaBoX -
Son of a Woman
Posted: September 12, 2010, 1:35 am by cerealinabox
Son of a woman
I have known you before you had teeth
Son of my agemate
I was there when you lost your foreskin
Son of my friend you are a man
A man of our famed tribe
A warrior of the feared clan
A man whose buttocks will one day sit in the elders circle
Why do you cry like a woman?
Why do you weep like a child with a grazed knee?
Why do you put on the face of a man laden with jiggers?
Is your head so heavy you have to hold it in your palm?
Son of a woman
Have you no shame?
Do you wish the ancestors gaze upon you?
Tell me this
Does the sun not rise after it sets?
Does the lizard not grow a tail after it looses one?
Does it not rain after the dry spell?
Then wake up my son
Beat the dust from your behind
Blow your nose clean
You are a man my son
A MAN whose bloodline is rich
Wake up my son
When your knees grow weak
And your back refuses to straighten
You will remember today
And your heart will be at peace
Wake up before the children see their father crying
...Copyright CerealiNaBoX 2010 -
The black pages: Black butterfly syndrome
Posted: September 10, 2010, 2:46 pm by Kuro Mizu
Twine the wings of a black butterfly, stretch and pull then watch it die. It twists and contorts into shapes of all sorts then surrenders to the cocoon it for so long fought. Wrapped in the wings of the black butterfly, the light that she lacks she will find when she flies. With awe and disdain, lay caressed and maimed by the push pull of this cocoon that she locked herself in. Finally emerged, this black butterfly,with the contentment of release, utter a sorrowful sigh. Aching for the light that slowly floats by but wary of damnation lest one draws too nigh. Embrace with the wings of this black butterfly. Twist and contort and lifeless here lie. And seasons shall approach and cautiously glide by till the time of awakening of the black butterfly. -
The black pages: Dead parade
Posted: September 10, 2010, 2:43 pm by Kuro Mizu
The darkness beckons us, let us heed to its call. Till our final reckoning, though we bleed and we fall. Tis a journey of thorns, we shall cry we shall crawl, we shall curse, we shall brawl in the dust...but won't stall. Eyes affixed on the dusk up ahead, as we join this parade of the staggering undead. Tasked we shall travel, losing arms, losing legs. Though we're starved, we won't beg. We'll drink this suffering to its dregs. Paths shall constrict and hallways begin narrowing, bringing closer still all our nightmares harrowing. Let fear overpowering kill all hope of clarity, and crush these travellers into a beautiful singularity. -
You Will Never Walk Alone
Posted: September 7, 2010, 5:13 pm by cerealinabox
You Will Never Walk Alone is the Club Anthem for Liverpool FC of which am an adherent fan, but regardless, it is also a powerful song whose words move me every time...So forgetting your sport alleagences and donning the cap of a poetry lover, read these lyrics and see what I mean, When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm,
is the golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
you'll never walk alone.I had to add this...
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Let It Rain
Posted: September 6, 2010, 1:49 pm by cerealinabox
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I Can't Wait For Tomorrow (as 1st published on Wamathai.com)
Posted: September 6, 2010, 1:37 pm by cerealinabox
I Can’t wait for tomorrow,
For the sun to shine,
for dew and wet earth,
For me to come out of my barrow.
I can’t wait to wash my face
Stretch my legs,
Clean up my dusty place,
And fresh lillies in the glass vase.
I can’t wait to right new verse,
Read it and rehearse,
Rehearse it so good I could say it in reverse,
Reverse in it could I good so rehearse.
I can’t wait to start a new day,
With a new swag and a new sway,
With a big smile and a new face,
But for now I sleep,
I sleep happy because tomorrow, Tomorrow I Love again.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
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Just Not With You
Posted: September 4, 2010, 12:24 pm by cerealinabox
She's thinking warm hugs from long hands,
Strong arms around her
& a broad chest against hers,
Just not yours
He is thinking soft lips
Mocha flesh
and curvy hips,
Just not yours
She's thinking of white dresses
diamond rings
And Little babies
Just not with you
He's thinking
yellow thighs
and sensual highs
Big beds and
Exotic weekends,
Too Bad,
None of them with you
....CerealiNaBoX copyright 2010 -
Proffesorri
Posted: September 3, 2010, 10:40 pm by cerealinabox
He rises as we enter and tries to close the
door,
Children, this is not the time to come in,
This place is out of bounds,
It is where brains abound,
Have etiquette,
Manners children,
Go..
We force ourselves in through the ajar door
into his office,
Professori because we respect you,
We do not want to smear your face on the
wall,
We do not wish to smash open your brains,
We do not want to distort your dental formula,
We come in peace...
He retreats, goes over the phone,
Security,
A terror attack is imminent,
Secretary,
Your work is shoddy,
Police Commissioner,
We need reinforcements,
Students,
Wait hear, you will pay your dues for
troubling administration...
We surge ahead in a single file, creeping ever
so gradually,
We hear our professori blowing his own
trumpet ta-ka-ta,
Professori, unrivalled in assuming airs,
Professori, builder of castles in the air that do
not crumble,
We are not here for any trouble...
He paces around his desk and pockets with his
left hand, his right hand holds a mug...
Watch out,
You will spill my coffee,the brew of a scholar
You will break my specs, the eyes of a
professor,
You will tear my files, the library of a savant,
you will knock down my swivel chair, the
buttocks of an intellectual...
We form a semi-circle in front of his desk
facing him and recite...
The Professori, winner of countless awards,
The professori, orator of sagacious words,
Insignia of wisdom,befit to sit in a kingdom,
We salute your bottomless enlightment,
we curtsy before your hallowed desk...
He unfastens his tie, he removes his court and
hangs it on the hanger on the wall, oh he
beams,
So I should have offered you seats,
The apolitical, you came here to entertain me,
Your poetry is a vase of lilies, your recitation a
symphony of sonnets,
Sit children, i will order the secretary to brew
us instant coffee, to seal this instant
friendship...
We sit across him,madam secretary pours the
coffee into our cups, the security men arrive,
the reinforcement is led by the Police
Commissioner-he is ruffled, we drink from our
cups in unison,
Professori,this is a statement of our mission
Stop acting like a douche Professori,
Stop, and listen to voices of reason,
Stop calling students voices as treason,
stop sending student leaders to prison,
He rises in fury and bangs the table, the
security men stand behind our backs, Police
Commissioner and his reinforcements wonder
in amazement,
Why has the second stanza gone overboard,
Who taught you that style of poetry?
Thou shall never praise your professor in
innuendos, praise him in clarity,
An ode should only have praises,
Do you know what damage you have caused
before my distinguished guest?
Security, confine them...
They come for us but we resist, we look at
Professori squarely in the face, the Police
commissioner is amused his reinforcement
bemused,
Professori of law,
Inform the accused of the reasons for arrest,
Professori of law,
You are the accused,
Professori of law,
You have the right to remain silent,
The Police Commissioner has a duty to arrest
you,
Thou shall never call the police on flimsy
grounds,
Like to come and watch a concert of your
students performing for you,
Your conceited ego Professori has led you to
destruction,
We dare the police to arrest us...
The Police Commissioner squints, the security
men are baffled, the professori is pacing-he
does not have reasons for our arrest,
Go children, your grievances will be heard,
It was a misunderstanding,
The Police Commissioner ony came for a
courtsey call,
Go well, come again...
We rise, the security men hiss at us as we go,
the Police Commissioner prepares a backlash,
Professori's ego has been crashed. Our
mission is over.
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My Sugar Daddys Box
Posted: September 2, 2010, 12:17 am by cerealinabox
I hate the gap between your teeth, And seethe at the huge tummy you slap while you speak, I hate a whole lot of things, But I hate most, That you can't see, See that am pretending to fit in your box.
I love that you buy me new heels and Clothes, I love the impromptu trips abroad, Love the sound of coins clinking in my new purse, And the large wad of notes in a neat row, Maybe again I love that you can't see Am pretending to fit in your box.
I don't come from money boss, If I didn't do this I would rot, Become some useless little twat, Typing letters and handling someone's calls, I definitely prefer this option, Pretending that I do fit your box.
You're not funny and still I laugh at your Jokes, You're not fun and I still hang out with you A lot, If this means I don't have to hold down a Job, Then babe please, I will always prefer pretending to fit into your box
All copyrights to Wacu Mureithi
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Fish cakes
Alas a fish cake.
Yet more fish cakes
Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.
The end of the fish cakes
