Category Archives: Poetry

If happiness were a crime…


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This is why I really try to stay Merry Marie

If happiness were a crime

Then I rather be a felon

Hoping 4 the longest sentence

To last my life time

If happiness were a crime

As it rampantly seems

I’ll seek all plea bargains

If it gets to that point

I feel happiness is a crime

The way some happy are bashed

Seems happiness is to be shunned

Selflessness and service ; carrying your cross

But I beg to differ

Will rather a rebel be

If selfless makes me unhappy

Selfish & happy instead I forge

Some crimes are for the better

Matters not what the law says

Or how some will feel about you

Maybe that’s your sanity at stake

Rather happiness than pity

Empathy and not sympathy

My present circumstances

matter not to my happiness gauge

I’ll really rather be a happy criminal

Ama happy to keep fit
Exercise, one of those activities which make me so happy

I rebaptised Merry Marie…

Know yourself & to thyself be true…

Simply Weird


Simply weird

They say they know

They don’t act like it

They say they understand

They don’t sound like it

They say they sympathize

Please gimie a break

……………….

Truly weird

They think it’s you

You are nuts anyway

Label and diagnosis to prove

You can’t be of value no more

You are incoherent and oft despicable

……………

And how weird

Your past means nothing

The pills mean everything

They know it all it seems

They paid all their dues for that

What’s to your name anyway

………………..

Ain’t it simply weird

What can you have to say

We all seen you go 

Bungee bungee here I fly

And now what you mean

The Looney no more?

…………………..

How weird

Dermatologist better than Psychiatrist

Body better than mind

Psychology is pharmacology?

Please take your looney off

It may cause you some shocks

………………

Thus it gets weird

And weird it stays

A merry go round

Hide it from them

Stash it in your trolley

Wrap it up in your joint

Or is the bottle?

Get over it  you can

Off goes the siren

……………….

Simply weird

Tralalalalala

Bungee bungee I go

In my mind sometimes weird

But I can’t stop cause

Life itself is

Sometimes Simply weird

D FOR DONA


What comes to mind

When you think of

The letter D:

I Dare you; I Damn you; or

You are a Darling

A Dear one

……………

In the silence of my heart

I contemplated her

I wonder why

I felt the urge to reach out

That fear of rejection

Simply went backstage

……….

A silent prayer

I said a fold over

May she have a flower in her hair

May her voice be melodious

May her gaze be peaceful

May her touch be soft

…..

And that’s what I think of

When I write the letter D

That cheer which keeps you on

That poem which makes you dream

The gist which keeps you merry

Even her swag makes you hopeful

And the mild fierceness so sweet

And when her self I did behold

I knew through and through

That I hadn’t been dreaming

Not in vain were my musings

D stands for Darling 

It stands for Dona

In the alphabet of my soul

Where am free to define my letters

And This is Why…


And this is why

Why I do what I do

Why I say what I say

Why I dance as I do

Why I cry so sad

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And indeed this is why

Why I share it all

Why I love so bad

Why I hurt so deep

Why I heal so slow

And yes this is why

Why I long to help

Why I want to bare

Why I need to show

Why I can relate with that flow

To thyself be true

Leave me to my guise and grace

That may help another soul

Part of the master plan

By faith and not fear

It ain’t easy but it’s mine

Why I am the way I am

And that is why

Why I’ll keep being me

Why I’ll go on bare

Why I’ll speak it loud

Why I’ll write as it flows

My blog seeks guests; come one, come all hurray!!!


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Come one, come all  !

Wow, Hello World, I have been a guest on a few other platforms to be able to say without any doubt that there is indeed joy in sharing. I appreciate and hold in esteem those who shared or hosted me on their platforms, and I am impressed by my courage in responding to the offers to share something of my story on their platform, and answer the questions and comments therefrom.

It is all such experiences which moves this 38 year old me, to  via  my blog & platform, seek out some guests. Please come one, come all and share with us all. I remember and will even throwback 3 guests posts I had when I started blogging over 3 years ago; but the principle is simple. I want my guests to feel free to share anything within the confines of the different categories of my platform! That is, anything from ‘about you’, to inspiring and motivating stuffs, poetry, books and of course mental health. I sure reserve the right on when, why and what I publish, but you can surely guess that much of what a guest decides to share via my platform will be largely uncensored… so let your words flow…

You can even write mildly about religion provided you ain’t out to convert or condemn anyone; even a little ‘pissy’ politics will sieve through…

So, what are you and yours waiting for ? I can be contacted at all times…

Thank you
Gratitude all the way

Broke but not Broken


Have you ever been to that city

Broke ville it reads

You get there and visit awhile

Some peace comes but worries loom

You then up to leave

But can’t seem to find your way

You have been stuck

In more embarrassing settings 

Too many times to count

Broke for cash, kind or soul food

But finally I Thank my Lord

this time around am glad 

I am only broke not broken

Can you sense it ??


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Can you see the mirage in my mind

Can you see the hole in my heart

Can you see the search in my soul

Can you see the helpless thought

Can you feel the hurt there is

Can you feel the pain in it

Can you fee the drudge and drought

Can you feel the storms within

Can you touch the cancer cell

Can you touch the insane mind

Can you touch the heart beat

Can you touch the scars on the soul

Can you smell the peace I seek

Can you smell the love I have

Can you smell the smile in me

Can you smell the strides I make

Can you hear the voice within

Can you hear the silent screams

Can you hear the songs they hum

Can you hear the drums not beat

Can you sense any of it

Can you sense all of it

Can you sense even a mite

If not what can you sense ???

I know where you are coming from…


Are you sad;

Are you troubled;

Are you anxious;

Are you nervous;

Are you overwhelmed;

Are you outright scared?

I know where you are coming from!!!

Have you been abused;

Assaulted and raped;

Have you lost a child;

Maybe even more than one;

And a love, you thought was your life?

I know where you are coming from!!!

Were you mocked;

You were so fat; 

Were that skinny;

Looked like a full misery;

You felt despised and despicable;

Tried to belong to no avail;

I know where you are coming from!!!

Have you lost your faith;

Lost your mind or so it seemed;

Thought suicide was your fate;

Just going on with the motions;

Caring less about basic notions;

I know where you are coming from!!!

Have you hung out with the bad boys;

Appeared so weird yet felt safe;

Have you lost it all;

In your flight to freedom;

Abandoning it all to the universe;

Before the enlightenment visited?

I know where you are coming from!!!

Because I do know where you are coming from;

Because I have loved and lost and buried;

Because I have been abused and raped and rescued;

Because I have fought and fled and found;

I know where you are coming from!!!

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care…


Avant Poem: Hello World, barely a day into the new year I come up with such a poem? Well, it is not my actual state of mind, but the inspiration came and reflects my reality at some and other times… Above all, I want to think there are some people somewhere going through stuffs and currently their state of mind may pretty much reflect that… Am I a sort of Voice of the Voiceless?

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care how I feel…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care how you feel…

Sometimes I simply don’t wanna care how they feel…

Sometimes it’s simply so hard to care…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care how I look…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care how I speak…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care how I walk…

Sometimes I simply  very simply don’t wanna care…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care what they say…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care what they do…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care what goes on…

Sometimes I just truly really don’t wanna care

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care I am moody…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care I am grouchy…

Sometimes I just don’t wanna care I am sleazy

Sometimes caring is just so oh so hard…

 

Post Poem: It may seem at the time one goes through all or pretty much of the above, that it’ll never come to pass… but since life itself is fleeting, so to is all that… hence I got and went for the apt sometimes… 

Wishing us all the best and so so much more for this new year – Am a January girl, I love fresh starts especially at the beginning of a year and so I’ll trying to show as much in my blogging this month…

Stop Trying …


Stop trying to be what you’re not…

Stop trying to be who you’re not…

Stop trying to be likeable…

Stop trying to be despicable…

Stop trying to be impressive …

Stop trying to throat it down on others…

Stop faking you understand…

Stop making up, be it on your pretty face or otherwise…

Stop trying to be miserable..

Stop thinking the world owes you one…

Stop dreaming you live in Neverland

Stop: And I mean seriously stop trying to be all the above and much more – you best know…

Start trying to BE & regain YOU!!!