A silent white shadow
A ghost on the breeze
Adrift in the air
I sail through the trees
A phantom a spectre
I scare girls and boys
In the darkness of night
An uncanny noise
Their eyes wide and staring
They listen for me
Envisioning demons
Or ghostly banshee
I’m spooky I’m scary
And what’s more, to boot
I’m an owl I don’t care
I just don’t give a hoot

Had fights on silly matters,
Taught to handle situations better,
Cared always be it any season,
Without any selfish reason,
Equals father, mother,
A special gift given by god known as brother.

Transcendent
The wind carries me
across the face
of the ample full moon,
so pregnant with light,
it looks likely to burst.
wind, robust and hearty,
chasing the clouds rapidly,
obliquely, and temporarily
obscuring Luna's face,
then clearing it once again.
I ride the currents
with heart in throat,
trying to sing my pleasure,
but it comes out
a resonant hum,
reverberating throughout
my entire being.
I sense the light waves
as they caress and saturate my soul.

If we could sit down for one Christmas dinner,
together,
after all the years
had converged and split our hearts
into yesterday,
if we could gather around the table,
sit down before we lose our balance,
drunk with the wine of forgiveness
after all the tears have been wept
and still be blown away by the constant wind,
the angry sea calming, the moon smiling
jagged cuts on our faces,
the bleeding
from the inside out stopped with the
sweet fullness of time,

Through the forest,
sunrise,
a severed heart
ascends and
writes its epiphany

you asleep as I
agonize this poem,
we slept
far away
from open arms

I yearn for
someone I did
not know

daylight

poems fall
away
in the silence
I would not know
until the dream
of you I had taken off
like a blanket
of white

dogs bark in the distance
between us.

I thought there would be more,
to this poem, I thought we could
never fall in love.

Bravo Foxtrot Juliet down, over!
Deafening silence struck
Realities eclipsed in the actual
The nation mourn in numbness

Locked up emotions
Gripped the people
With induced insanity
Fear fuelled the outrage
Tears mingled with blood

Rain washed down the sacrifices
Into the womb of the earth
On the farmland of Tunga Madaki
As one drinks water after a meal

Charred remains of corpses
Headless bodies and limbs
Scattered across the savannah
Moments before the windshield
Were healthy humans

Returned to welcomed awe
on night remembering
when heaven opened wide
to spill a cavelcade of joy
upon a bitter violent world,

gathered at the living tree
graced with sparkling glass,
not severed from its roots
but grasping good rich earth
within a tub of iron-banded cedar,

our children sing of saviour
cleansing sin and bringing life,
and pagan gods far older than the cross
gathering the strength of warming life
in midst of winter for the coming spring,

She can take you to nirvana
She can make a life worth living
She can show you all the pleasures
But she’s taking and not giving
For she’ll wake you in the morning
Rend the flesh from off the bone
She will tear your heart to pieces
She will leave you all alone
Then regaining all your senses
In the morning light you shiver
As you wade into the waters
Of some cold and icy river
And the current takes you down
And your drowning in you sorrow
But you fight to reach the surface

It's Christmas day! I expect some snow.
Mother Nature responds grimly, "Oh no, no, no"
'Twas Christmas day. A harsh eighty degrees.
A beautiful day on the bright blue seas.
Sadly, it will not. The sun must tease.