MY HEARTIST by M

I sit in ponder of my beloved

So far, the distance kills the heart

I cannot vent

I am mad at him

Who gave him the authority?

To anger me and be angry at I

And with the distance

Assault to injury

It kills the heart

Yet my soul yearns for he

In love

In fight

In fury

In anger
In frustration…Still

I submit

Funny

That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him

I miss thee

I burn in anger and desire

So far

The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes

O my beloved is here

Staring at me

In my fiercest fumes

I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode

And yet

Am halted

But how can I?

The exuberance of his charms won’t let me

Assuredly, he moves towards me

Am confused

My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably

I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes

Am bathed in calmness

His arms tightly but gently devour my body

I coil senselessly in submission

I totter in his intoxicating embrace

I blink

He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes

The passion in them ignites my body, my desires

I want you

I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine

Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist

The dexterity of your craftsmanship

Nay

Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface

This canvas thirsts

Insatiable of your paint

Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes

For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle

How they stir these nervous nerves

How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves

Your art on me is impeccable

When you work on this plane

Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such

In breaking my heart

I would care less

You ponder why?

Well

Our fate, to be or not to be

Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face

Juxtaposition in thought

Of my love against your selfishness

Unfaithfulness

Disloyalty

Egotism

Anger

Disavowal

It don’t matter how far

Nor the distance

Every air you exhale

I feed my desire in its inhalation

Devoid of, I succumb

Nay

Its not obsession

Simply

The loves that burns for you

That the eloquence of words cannot quench

It refuses to die

Its destiny

For he know not the depths of my love

O reader,

If ye cometh across my beloved

Doth pass my word

That I deservedly declare

‘I am your canvas

Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.

#100daysofblogging #Day11

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

little things affect tiny minds

the beauty of life after death

I'm I eeky or I'm I helpful?

if he keeps clicking away, I will miss my supposed next meal.

it is the small things that matter
the minute details that count
it is the devil in the details that crucifies
and the writing in the finer print that jails
the small stuff
that shouldn't be sweat
the needles in stacks of hay
if they are so important why are the so quickly dismissed
the little things hold so much weight
they must affect more than just tiny minds
or do they?

by His grace

 

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.

1 Corinthians 15:10.   

It is by Him that I am
By Him
I was
By Him
I will be
How often I forget that my everything
To Him is NOTHING
And His nothing to me is EVERYTHING
I am but a vessel
Crafted
Molded
And shaped
By Him
And his grace
His grace is sufficient
If He is not then I cease to be
So if I be me, just me
Then I am not
For I will incredibly be
A NOBODY!
You be, I will follow thee
Better yet you be in me
That way you will guide my paths

 

my little piece of ginger

I saw her it eating ginger

She did it secretly

Like it was taboo

A sin

Something not to be spoken of

She chewed at it

With surprising dedication

The curiosity couldn’t bid wait

What with the bitter taste in my mouth

Okay

I get the tingly burning sensation

Like the tongue is in momentary ecstasy

It was like a drug that raw ginger

She must have been addicted

I saw her eating ginger

One more time

And when she saw me see her

She hid it

Like it was a taboo

A sin

Something not to be spoken of

I stepped up and asked

So what is with this ginger?

“You really don’t want to know”

If I didn’t I would not have asked.

“It’s for the morning sickness”

Blank

“I told you, you wouldn’t want to know”

Still blank

I took a piece of ginger

This was for my nervous sickness

Eid Mubarak

In hijabs and niqabs

The Buibui donned with pride

And henna painted palms

In gowns and taqiyas

And beards combed out

A kaleidoscope

Of love, sharing and faith

A congregation of mu’mins

Children playing on the streets

Boisterous greetings of the men

Coy giggles and whispers among women

It is Idd again

Culmination of thirty days fast

Reminiscing of a near past

A celebration

A reflection

A marking of change in heart

A difference in path

It is the end of compulsory fast

But the beginning of personal quest

May you all find the treasure you seek

For today,

Revel in the feast

Eid-ul-fitr Al-Muslimeen

Solitude

Wide spaces
Large open fields
Filled
With nothing but air
Running so fast
Running so far
Making sense of the Senseless
When did it get so comfortable
Talking alone
Having conversations with the wind
Whispering nothings to the shadows
I watch the vast lands till they kiss the sky
I place my hands above my head
and spin until it takes me away
I love this fantasy
Coz reality has become a little too much
I'll walk along alone
and where I encounter people
I'll start walking back.

Happiness

I saw a child break free from her mother's grip
It was midday in the midst of a busy town
I heard the tires screech and saw the young one trip
Her mother let out an agonizing wail
He sprung to his feet and crossed the road
And was just across the street
He held his arm close by
Motioned for the cars to wait a while
And walked so slow you'd think t'was his style
The town stood still
And watched in awe
As a little boy's patience
And his little minds resilience
Held a grandpa's hand until they crossed the street
He might have cried as they parted bye
But all in attendance like grandy
Were happy
For  the little gesture with grand significance 

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he wrote:do you still love me?

Do you love me?
not superficial
or physical
not because you know it will make me happy when you say you do
But do you love me?
I'm I still the guy you'd want to meet your friends
I'm I the one you'd proudly hold in the street
And if you met your crush I'm I the guy you'd lean your chin to
Just to show him I got better
Do you love me?
Or love love?
The stepping stone to another dive
To what depths have you plunged
To what ends have your means met
I'm I still the man you'd kiss in the morning
Bad breadth and beard prickling
Would you still stay up in defiance waiting for me to say goodnight
Just to wake up in the morning with a hug so tight
Are you still the woman that would put up a fight
Just so that you'll get exactly what you want
Do you love me I ask
For this feels like more to you a task
No more fun
Just secrets in a cask
Do you still love me he wrote then he took his bag and went to work
Three hours later she awoke
"Oh! What nonsense" she swore
Threw it to the side, opened the door
The news came filtered to her ears as she basked
Heard the routes heard the bus
She came slowly to confirm
NO SURVIVORS
just mashed pulp
She saw the bag among the pile
Across her face a smile
Then she looked around and picked her phone
DO I STILL LOVE YOU
a wicked laugh escaped her lips
and she locked the door for the last time 

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August!

Aghast!
Today I heard the sun wake me up
It announced it's entry into my house
Promptly at eight
Waking to a fright,
Curtains fluttering 
Shadows cast on the walls
She is bold this August sun
Fearless and straight
Much unlike her July sister,
Who peered at me from away
Never further than my window panes
Or nearer than the blinds 
She was coy too always felt she hid alot under her sleeves
Don't I just love this contrast
Of blue skies and the yellow ball of brilliance
Elation, and like I promised the champagne is off ice
The mood is just right
A little more of practice and the champion claims his price
Fare thee well July it was lukewarm what we had
Hello August!
Come fill this arms
Feel this arms
Embrace me like thy lost love
We have much to make work
Much to give back
Happy new experiences
Happy new experiments!

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