Five kilometer marathon April first
I left my house in a haste
Not afraid of the haze
The sky was at its best
Though not gusty was still apprenhensive
Belfast weather could change with the turn of a minute
Not gonna be discouraged my prep not intensive
I was there for the fun, it was not gonna be dilute
April first the road was dry and the sky was blue
Thought it was a mirage the second day was same
The weeping sky was dry, the sun set aglow
The reflection of its glory, its warmth thro'the hame
The green leaves it nourishes, the blooming flowers alike
The doors are opened the streets are filled
Some move to the park some go to hike
The spring has provided the summer has failed
The constant rain was gone,the raging wind was lost
Refreshing breeze has come,happy faces at last
Coats in the house, hats at home
Legs on rack arms on display
cellulites in the sun
Man boobs are disclosed
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Belfast Weather!
The musical rain drops on the roof
The lullaby that it sings
The Sky's daylong grief
That Ends with a night of songs
The persistent rain drops
Now delivered in staccato
With the belligerent wind blocks
Pushing the base of the lean-to
The day has come but the sky is moody
Weary from the tears it shed through the night
The eyes are cloudy and the drops are heavy
Not ready to stop it blocks out the light
All through the day it stops and starts
Leaving no room for a sight of the sun
All one can see are people with hats
No umbrellas, the wind is strong
Then the sun peeps through the cloud
And disappears in a haste
One could say she is running from the rains
Just as she was gone was the cloud on the ground
Day in and out the cycle continues
The locals are depressed and the tourists alike
Can't wait to fly to where sunshine is voluminous
I will put on my gear and run round on bike.
Unpredictable yes unpredictable
The rain and cold are the trademarks of Belfast
As the nightlife in town is something unforgettable
Think of the girls when they come to have a blast
The temperature is freezing yet they have bare back and legs
Give it up to them, though their menfolk are same
All they care about is how much alcohol is in the keg
These guys can drink and drink there way to fame.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Man and Woman
It is barbaric for a man to lay his hand on a woman under whatever disguise.
It is evil for a woman to abuse a man and push him over the precipice.
It is easy to take sides in case of a man and wife
But we hardly know the cause of the rife.
The weapon of a man is his strength
The weapon of a woman her mouth
When a man misuses his weapon on his wife he is blamed
To avoid the misuse her mouth should be tamed.
Murder! Murder! everyone cries
He is a monster everyone says
'Should be sent to jail the ladies shout
Let the man be crucified and his breath snuffed out.
What about barrage of hurtful words which kills the heart
what about the disrecpect that scorns his ego
He was imbued with huge ego at birth
No matter how he tries it comes back like echo.
Know this and be wise and your marriage will last
A man wil be nice if his ego is intact
When his ego is lost
He behaves more like a twat
Who bears the brunt? YOU.
It is evil for a woman to abuse a man and push him over the precipice.
It is easy to take sides in case of a man and wife
But we hardly know the cause of the rife.
The weapon of a man is his strength
The weapon of a woman her mouth
When a man misuses his weapon on his wife he is blamed
To avoid the misuse her mouth should be tamed.
Murder! Murder! everyone cries
He is a monster everyone says
'Should be sent to jail the ladies shout
Let the man be crucified and his breath snuffed out.
What about barrage of hurtful words which kills the heart
what about the disrecpect that scorns his ego
He was imbued with huge ego at birth
No matter how he tries it comes back like echo.
Know this and be wise and your marriage will last
A man wil be nice if his ego is intact
When his ego is lost
He behaves more like a twat
Who bears the brunt? YOU.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Tough times
Tough times calls for tough minds
Not for the ones with liver like Lilly's
It calls for those with hearts behind
Yes they are so but not like bullies
The tougher it gets the better they become
'Cos it's like a test of their strength
Victory is sweet with their crown at home
Waiting for the next that pose as a threat.
Security yes security with them
Security at a cost
Practice is their gem
Vigilant at their coast
Easier to achieve than maintain
with desire to overcome motivation like fountain
Disciplined and shrewd
They win like the prude
Not for the ones with liver like Lilly's
It calls for those with hearts behind
Yes they are so but not like bullies
The tougher it gets the better they become
'Cos it's like a test of their strength
Victory is sweet with their crown at home
Waiting for the next that pose as a threat.
Security yes security with them
Security at a cost
Practice is their gem
Vigilant at their coast
Easier to achieve than maintain
with desire to overcome motivation like fountain
Disciplined and shrewd
They win like the prude
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
My BlueSpice
Where is she the pleasant one from the east
Where has she gone to, the precious pearl from afar
I will do what it takes to bring her to the west
I will bring down the mountains to create a part for her
I am still waiting for her hope she is not shy.
I know her for that, she at times waves her hand
Tell her I am plain I am very far from sly
I can't wait to see her foot prints in the sand
Finally she arrives. She said she was short of words. I could see the stress on her face that stemmed from the long journey. That could not mask the joy that was mixed with suprise. She was embarrased she could not hide her delight
she is embarrassed just like I have predicted.
But never mind it is normal
Just a little shove I will get her addicted
Not too far from now, everything will be normal
Where is she? gosh she has eloped with Jamotex
brought me outa here, left me alone
The strength of my affection is now up for test
I will do all my best to take her along
And she whispered to me ....
'fair sire,it does me great honor to read this fair words from you
but as futile as the stiring of soured milk to make cream
so do these words appear
for it was but a week ago that i signed my marriage papers'
Call in the trumpeters, roll in the drums
call in the clarinets her majesty comes
Papers can be torn
But the real deal remains
She says....
'a lowly maiden i might bebut my words i cannot go back oni gave my words to the noble sire whom call my Husbandand till death i shall be his'
There is nothing new under the sun
Destiny can be delayed but not denied
Retracting your word given in error cannot be sin
You absence in my life cannot be bellied
She came out from the man's house 10 days to the wedding. her word is with the man, but her heart is with me. I could see all the tell tell signs that betrays her emotion. She so much wants to be with me but does not want to be a liar. I will make it easy for her.She will get what she deserves
with a strong note she warned....
'with these last words, seek to dispel whatever notion you might have had concerning my husbandi love my husband and i choose to be with himmy loyalty henceforth will no longer permit me to discuss this matter anymore with you oh noble sir,and if it is beyond your powers to desist from discussing this topic,then i sadly regret to inform you that this will therefore be the last you shall hear from me i wish you good luck in your decision'
I know how you feel but you do not how I feel
I can see your heart behind the fronting
The real you is longing for the deal that we sealed
Come home my honey I will not stop the chasing
By now she actually came into my house, she hugged me and she was crying. Do not mind what she said. I knew why she cried. I had a white handkerchief with pink heart inscription.I wiped her eyes with it. She sobbed in my arms and she got up and left. While she was going, she kept looking back. We kept talking though no voice was heard
I could feel in my bones the uneasiness within her marrow
Her wish to be with me is endless like tomorrow
But she is entangled by a vow
can she call that her woe?
Some neighbours have been watching in amazement
They say he is love struck
So many hold back some statement
So heavy their hearts grow as the word get stuck
Who cares what they say. One can do anything just to win the heart he cherishes. Some may call it madness but i call it appreciation
Standing in the balcony of my apartment
I could see the outline of a girl
Her silhouete seemed to suit my predicament
Trying to blow me away like a gale
It has been two days 'have not seen my angel
Could it be she is gone
No I cannot see it from that angle
Or I will need the services of a gun
sitting on my chair, i got lost in sleep
there she was crying for my help
In a haste to help, my left leg slipped
Ahh! it is a dream I forgot how I felt
who is he talking to they asked
May be to himself some answered
Does he reason with his ass
Prolly he could do with a massage
He is growing restless. The neighbours think he is insane. But he knows he is not. He is only love struck and his love is real. The object of his love has abandoned him. He is wallowing in misery. If only he could set his eyes on the only one he cares about
What can I say, i've the resilience
I will not wait in vain
Even in the midst of silence
I'm able to contain my pain
Won't she show her face
Just for my heart to res
tI cannot go to her place
Coming here to me is the best
My eyes have seen her back
But she refused to turn
If she turns will she bark
I feel a sharp pain like my flesh is torn.
She finally came to the house. The sight of her alone relieved me. She came into the balcony but refused to sit.I could read from her face, the torment in her heart but still cannot accept that her heart is with me
Where has she gone to, the precious pearl from afar
I will do what it takes to bring her to the west
I will bring down the mountains to create a part for her
I am still waiting for her hope she is not shy.
I know her for that, she at times waves her hand
Tell her I am plain I am very far from sly
I can't wait to see her foot prints in the sand
Finally she arrives. She said she was short of words. I could see the stress on her face that stemmed from the long journey. That could not mask the joy that was mixed with suprise. She was embarrased she could not hide her delight
she is embarrassed just like I have predicted.
But never mind it is normal
Just a little shove I will get her addicted
Not too far from now, everything will be normal
Where is she? gosh she has eloped with Jamotex
brought me outa here, left me alone
The strength of my affection is now up for test
I will do all my best to take her along
And she whispered to me ....
'fair sire,it does me great honor to read this fair words from you
but as futile as the stiring of soured milk to make cream
so do these words appear
for it was but a week ago that i signed my marriage papers'
Call in the trumpeters, roll in the drums
call in the clarinets her majesty comes
Papers can be torn
But the real deal remains
She says....
'a lowly maiden i might bebut my words i cannot go back oni gave my words to the noble sire whom call my Husbandand till death i shall be his'
There is nothing new under the sun
Destiny can be delayed but not denied
Retracting your word given in error cannot be sin
You absence in my life cannot be bellied
She came out from the man's house 10 days to the wedding. her word is with the man, but her heart is with me. I could see all the tell tell signs that betrays her emotion. She so much wants to be with me but does not want to be a liar. I will make it easy for her.She will get what she deserves
with a strong note she warned....
'with these last words, seek to dispel whatever notion you might have had concerning my husbandi love my husband and i choose to be with himmy loyalty henceforth will no longer permit me to discuss this matter anymore with you oh noble sir,and if it is beyond your powers to desist from discussing this topic,then i sadly regret to inform you that this will therefore be the last you shall hear from me i wish you good luck in your decision'
I know how you feel but you do not how I feel
I can see your heart behind the fronting
The real you is longing for the deal that we sealed
Come home my honey I will not stop the chasing
By now she actually came into my house, she hugged me and she was crying. Do not mind what she said. I knew why she cried. I had a white handkerchief with pink heart inscription.I wiped her eyes with it. She sobbed in my arms and she got up and left. While she was going, she kept looking back. We kept talking though no voice was heard
I could feel in my bones the uneasiness within her marrow
Her wish to be with me is endless like tomorrow
But she is entangled by a vow
can she call that her woe?
Some neighbours have been watching in amazement
They say he is love struck
So many hold back some statement
So heavy their hearts grow as the word get stuck
Who cares what they say. One can do anything just to win the heart he cherishes. Some may call it madness but i call it appreciation
Standing in the balcony of my apartment
I could see the outline of a girl
Her silhouete seemed to suit my predicament
Trying to blow me away like a gale
It has been two days 'have not seen my angel
Could it be she is gone
No I cannot see it from that angle
Or I will need the services of a gun
sitting on my chair, i got lost in sleep
there she was crying for my help
In a haste to help, my left leg slipped
Ahh! it is a dream I forgot how I felt
who is he talking to they asked
May be to himself some answered
Does he reason with his ass
Prolly he could do with a massage
He is growing restless. The neighbours think he is insane. But he knows he is not. He is only love struck and his love is real. The object of his love has abandoned him. He is wallowing in misery. If only he could set his eyes on the only one he cares about
What can I say, i've the resilience
I will not wait in vain
Even in the midst of silence
I'm able to contain my pain
Won't she show her face
Just for my heart to res
tI cannot go to her place
Coming here to me is the best
My eyes have seen her back
But she refused to turn
If she turns will she bark
I feel a sharp pain like my flesh is torn.
She finally came to the house. The sight of her alone relieved me. She came into the balcony but refused to sit.I could read from her face, the torment in her heart but still cannot accept that her heart is with me
my desire for her
her desire for me . . . .
After a salsa night (..continued)
'went to dance salsa but could not concentrate because I know her touch and her strength on dance floor.When she wiggles her waist, the heavens will clap, when she spins the earth will rotate. Her grace is not comparable, her flexibility unmatchedMay be it is because of her wonderful figure that send pulses racing, yet that does not come between her and what she knows best-dancing salsa.I guess she must be having some time with her husband my friend
She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit
Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'
Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words
A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.
what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait
She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.
They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway
She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit
Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'
Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words
A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.
what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait
She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.
They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway
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