Saturday, January 26, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
UNTITLED…
It
seems a little strangely exciting
Lying
in your arms
Once
again
Feeling
your arms around me
As
you caress me
Words
fail to explain
Your
kiss
It
is inviting
It
excites every part of me
As
you move closer and deeper
I
feel you in me
You
take my breath away
Your
touch is invigorating
Not
just ignites me
It
sets my body on fire
Your
voice
Deep
and sensual
You
know the exact tone to use
To
set the mood
You
know where to kiss me
Where
to touch me
How
to please me
You
know how to get it right
You
know how to satisfy
This
hot blooded woman
© thelma migue, 2013
A
cizoepoetry collection.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
AFRAID!
To
love
To
speak
To
cry
To
talk
To
share
To
mourn
To
let go
To
walk away
To
stand up
To
be strong
To
speak her mind
To
listen to her thoughts
To
be alone
To
conquer the world
To
be herself
To
hid behind a shell
To
accept
To
grief
To
hear
To
listen
To
walk alone
Of
the shadows
Of
her fears
Of
the light
Of
the future
Of
herself
She
is afraid to face the truth.
©
thelma migue, 2012
A
cizoepoetry collection
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Matthew
Knock Knock Knock
Who is there? It is me, open up! Who are you? It’s me Matthew,
the tax collector. What do you want from me? Don’t you know I’m a teacher of
the law follow my next door neighbor!
Knock Knock Knock
Open up, whom is it? It’s me Matthew what do you want from me
Matthew? I beg to ask for Cesar’s dues, you are late by six months
peasant! Do you wish to place yourself among the high and mighty?
I’m sorry Matthew; I paid my dues on time last month, “I know
peasant this is a new month, bend cough up and pay”
Have mercy, my kids are sick, my mother is hungry and I’m cold,
please have pity,
“I’ll have pity once I see the coin in my hand, I
don’t pity stupidity”
(So the peasant had to bend, cough and pay just in accordance to
the laws of Jesus, they give Cesar his dues at the expense of many)
Knock Knock Knock
Who is there at this ungodly hour? Mr. Lawmaker it’s me
Matthew, I brought the peoples taxes, your salary and wages to take home should
you decide to leave office.
“come in Matthew”, How much is it? Enough to make you belch and
cure your hangover.
“Is it enough?” It’s enough to make you aimless! And what did
the people say?
They said that they wanted you to pay! Well I ask, whose face do
they see on the coins
Written by Edgar Akama
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