These Streets! One cannot forget these intimidating up and down stares furiously targeting the good citizens of this town. Who are these people, these faceless bullies and where did they come from? We used to fill and occupy these streets from corner to corner and screamed all day long as kids. Hey. We feared nothing at all because these streets belonged to us. We will not allow our streets to be deserted in broad daylight as if we’re back to pandemic days! My mother and father were born and met on these streets. I lived under their shadows after they introduced me to these same streets. I grew up on these streets, I know and speak the language of these streets and unreservedly own these streets. These streets gifted me my place in the sun and all the wokeness that comes with my birthright. I wrote these verbs, prose, and verbiage for you because I can. To remind all and sundry that Pikelela left his footprints on these timeless streets. Yep, these streets are mine, and I own the ...
SO YOU THINK WE LEAVE IN A FREE WORLD: THINK AGAIN? I’ve been thinking this lately, when I looked around our material universe how most of the things used would be tossed to trash: no matter how useful they were? So, like a Billionaire examines his newest acquisition: The Earth, yep that’s right. Before Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos, it had been literary possessed by Sixteen People. So, by the look of things, would Twenty People be too suggestive to you? Methinks not! Believe it or not, we live in the sold-out World: You just don’t see! Would you run to the Hills stopping your ears in complete disbelief: if I told you the very first attempted sale of the Earth took place in the Bible? And the Devil taking Him up on high mountain, showed Him all the Kingdoms of the World in a moment of time. And the Devil said unto Him all this power will I give unto thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whosoever I will give i...
My Butterfly! Living in my lofty apartment and glaring down these industrial buildings they call modern development. The loss of touch with Mother Nature is nausea for my soul. Waking up each morning without the choirs of birds singing for me is worse than the deadliest snakebite. Sounds of machinery, cars, and delivery trucks doing their day and night routine is nothing but jarring music to my soul. With due respect to the birds out there. What else can they do if my community has no trees? There can be no chirping birds without trees, no singing nightingales. Trees are natural platforms for birds. Looking through my windows, I can see jovial swallows heralding the coming rain. It is hard for me to believe this is the same town where I grew up as a boy. O God, we had all kinds of trees and types of fruits for free. But today? Walking down the open fields, we used to be surrounded by thousands of butterfly species all day long! Butterflies would fearlessly land al...
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The author would really appreciate your constructive comments based on how you understood and interpret each poem. Poems can mean different things to different persons and all views can be correct as long as they conform to the contents thereof. This is the beauty of Poetry.
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