your woman: myqueen. A response to the poem 'Betrothed then Betrayed By Oyoo Mboya'

This poem is a response to a poem I read by Oyoo Mboya I will post the original first then the response.

ORIGINAL:

BETROTHED then BETRAYED.

Tomorrow at dusk
She'll be in your arms
Her face behind a mask
Read the pattern on her palms.
Tomorrow at dawn
The priest will declare her your wife
Uncover the veil, beneath the smile
there's a frown
You are not what she wants in life.
Tomorrow at noon
You'll feed from the same plate
A (g)olden honeymoon
That seals your fate.
Brother,
Before she became your bride
I plucked her petals, still tender
In the journey to womanhood, I was
her guide.
Her body is scented with my stench
Kiss her and you'll taste my lips
Feed and wait to hear her belch
There's a name in her hiss.
Look deep into the fires of her eyes
The blaze that burns to blind
Do you ever care to ask why
She's one of a kind?
Dust her bosom for my fingerprints
The contours I caressed to break
The stains on her thighs
Are of pregnancies we longed to
make.
She'll cook, just like I taught her
In bed, my name will feature
I am her eternal star
Her past, present and future.

®Oyoo Mboya.

RESPONSE:

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This are but tales you tell to satisfy your hungry past
You made a woman from a girl
that much I agree
But you remain a boy
Your words betray your ploy

Of the stains she's cleansed
Washed by the product of my loins
The hissing was quelled; she has just graduated
with a doctorate of the diploma you so graciously accorded her
I should thank you
for all the callous caresses you politely introduced her to
I could never have asked for an easier time
You are indeed godsent

I admit,
It may take a while to forget you
Its never easy to erase the opposite holotype of everything you are
Meticulous
Astute
Sturdy
Direct
She was a woman when she met me
You made her a woman

She is a queen under my care
An epitome of decorum
A royal diadem of peace
She is patience
Wrapped in royalty radiating love
She is my shield from pain
In her I find much strength

She is a queen
Executive director of the home
Symbol of my kingdom
and flesh of the flesh of my fledglings
Your one-time woman is my lifetime queen
It will take more than memoirs of your lips on hers
More than dusting prints of her thighs and bosom
It will take more than the past
for her to be annulled from this golden throne


Pablo Neruda writes I am not jealous/of what came before me I echo his sentiments.

#100daysof blogging #Day9

unto the uttermost

“Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”

Quote: Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

Sometimes its not about going by all the rules,

Its about bending some

Getting the results done

For when they said to the donkey 

just lie down and die

He heard not and kept shaking dust off his back

the faster they shoveled the faster he shook it off

I was from a long journey, I could barely muster strength for the stairs home. I was reminded by the inner voice that today is the tomorrow all procrastinators thought wouldn't come yesterday.  Inch by inch I will grow my yard.

#100daysofblogging #day7

Desire vs Imagination: I'm I foolish to keep on hoping?

“When your desires and your imagination are in conflict, your imagination always wins the battle.”  Emile Coue

I longed to find the one

just one

I longed to sit and share moments of what I was 

of what I would become

I longed to have another by my side

that was my desire

then I found one

the one

I thought she had another

and another

for I never felt like I mattered enough to her

for her

I was always looking to see her part

that was my imagination

I sat alone again

and hoped that she would take my plea

my begging my requests

I changed my imagination

centered on my desires

it was late too late

it started with no we cannot keep this up

it ended in "never! This can NEVER be"

and now the imagination won

I have to content with this state

at least until I know my fate

I longed to find the one

and even when I had her within my reach 

I let my imagination win 

but my desires still burn me inside

they nudge me

they prod me 

this desires have a mind of their own

tell me I'm I a fool to keep on hoping?

away or toward

two steps towards charring
to burning beyond recognition
still two steps away from brilliance
from beauty and natural elegance
just two steps
In either direction and you chance to lose or gain
win-win?

naked banana

I found it where I seldom searched

In between worlds

Expectancy and a lady with a spanner

It was the words

Then the recollection

I needed no other invite

I was completely naked

Bereft of spirit

Of fight

Of escape

I could have run

I choose instead to stay

I felt like a banana out of its skin

With a bitter taste within

Like I had regurgitated it from my spleen

I was naked and excited

For it had been almost 8 years searching

Just trying to figure out what this was

That was

Those were

I felt like Columbus on his final voyage

It was definitely a Eureka! ala Archimedes

It was exciting

It was confusing

It was convicting

As naked as a banana out of its skin

I took a bite

This I want to see

What really lay within…..

needed only a fruit: I have an orchard

I set out in search of a fruit

I was hungry

Disturbed and inquisitive

I needed to learn

To find a reason why

So I set out in search of a fruit

A splendid ripe fruit

That held the proverbial knowledge

A whole truth of sorts

I searched for something to numb the brain

To silence the questions

To drown the echoing cries

The incessant disbelief

The agonizing detest

I set out searching for a fruit

Believing that I would know it when I found it

I am now the owner of an orchard

Fruits abound at every corner

I found my answer long ago

But my wisdom was lost in all the fruity tastes

Now my answer lies within the bounds of this orchard

But I have not the wisdom to search for it again

I am content that I can look after my fruits the tasting holds no more pleasure in me

onions planted with kales

Lacklustre!
I planted my onions in my garden with kales
I wanted them both for food
I squeezed them in my little garden plot
With no space for expansion or growth
Now the onions chocked the kale with acidity,
And the kales deprived the onions off their nutrient requirements
I planted my onions in my garden of kales for I wanted them to grow
Yet now, I have nothing to show 
Little is left to regrow
I could borrow, or I could start from scratch
Then sow my favorite, cabbages!

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