A season to be moody
A season of sweetness as goodies
A season of a ponytail
A season of braids and plaits
A season when body is scented with roses
A season of dampness, stinky as fish
A season of welcoming and hospitality
A season to ignore, judge and accuse
A season of wetness as Dawn dew
A season of dryness, matoke short of stew
A season of twinkleness, brightness and ebullience
A season as dull as a moonless night
A season to pumper and give cover
A season of blunders and act undercover
A season of niceties, ‘baby, my Lover’
A season of hate, rage, hates even her father
We live with seasons hard forecasting
Need learn a remedy that suits all castings
Though a times it’s a world we feel leaving without
They’re a world where beautiful memories are made
©Lexx Buddy Moh.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
THE SNEAKING SNAKE
Viper, that limbless organ
So venomous, biting above the ankles
His biggest trouble, he’s failed to tame
‘Am saved’, though is his daily slogan
He’s red-eyed over the innocent chicks, he uncles
As the serpent coils in the confines of its zip
Luring the chicks hatched in his eyes
As they seek insatiable worldly pleasures
Blindly they follow the light from his generous tip
The serpent uncoils, scavenging the chick alive
This viper has walked the earth for five decades
Though can’t lull a chick, but its innocence puts to an end
With the single blind eye, he stands up on mission
Strangling the chick as it meanders while in occasion
The venom infects the chicks swelling their bellies
Torturing their conscience so is their mothers’
His pay comes in handy to clean the seed prematurely
Though his guilty will last eternally
On a high social circle, a privilege over the victims
Its hate in their hearts, but a smile on their face
To kill the serpent we’ve got the stick, but who’ll make the hit?
We might not win this race, but must present the case
Must end the feasting of these chicks by untamed serpents
Their innocence is stolen, their potent brutally taken.
©Ben Lexx Moh
So venomous, biting above the ankles
His biggest trouble, he’s failed to tame
‘Am saved’, though is his daily slogan
He’s red-eyed over the innocent chicks, he uncles
As the serpent coils in the confines of its zip
Luring the chicks hatched in his eyes
As they seek insatiable worldly pleasures
Blindly they follow the light from his generous tip
The serpent uncoils, scavenging the chick alive
This viper has walked the earth for five decades
Though can’t lull a chick, but its innocence puts to an end
With the single blind eye, he stands up on mission
Strangling the chick as it meanders while in occasion
The venom infects the chicks swelling their bellies
Torturing their conscience so is their mothers’
His pay comes in handy to clean the seed prematurely
Though his guilty will last eternally
On a high social circle, a privilege over the victims
Its hate in their hearts, but a smile on their face
To kill the serpent we’ve got the stick, but who’ll make the hit?
We might not win this race, but must present the case
Must end the feasting of these chicks by untamed serpents
Their innocence is stolen, their potent brutally taken.
©Ben Lexx Moh
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Over-the-counter love
Bite your lips till bleeding
Make a thousand calls still pleading
You’d placed your coin in the wrong trade
After the transaction the client is degrade
The courtroom can’t trace your papers
Your involvement only if sheets confide and the diapers
At youth when we're free like that dove
At mid-age we cry we cry for passing
A coin for the over-the-counter love
The user ever busy like the yahoo server
Ever on that mall trading one or the other lover
Rules simple shake hands after abuse
Over-the-counter love got simplest of the rules
Some trade for months, most never see the dawn
Trade moves offices with every chime of the clock
Smart traders live, though most live to mourn
Over-the-counter love, that shop with no stock.
©Lexx Buddy Moh
Make a thousand calls still pleading
You’d placed your coin in the wrong trade
After the transaction the client is degrade
The courtroom can’t trace your papers
Your involvement only if sheets confide and the diapers
At youth when we're free like that dove
At mid-age we cry we cry for passing
A coin for the over-the-counter love
The user ever busy like the yahoo server
Ever on that mall trading one or the other lover
Rules simple shake hands after abuse
Over-the-counter love got simplest of the rules
Some trade for months, most never see the dawn
Trade moves offices with every chime of the clock
Smart traders live, though most live to mourn
Over-the-counter love, that shop with no stock.
©Lexx Buddy Moh
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