The Soul

A war is waging in her mind
She craves for peace but
There is no peace of mind
Send her a miracle she begs
To quash this growing discontentment

The two are one
Part of her
They make up her world
She wants them to co-exist
Temper the anger
Calm the ego

Go easy, be gentle
Consume forgiveness
Shun resentment
Let peace hug your soul
Go forth in love.

Anneke @ 2007

Stranger

She sat and watched his face
All so strange with not even a smile in place
Did she know him?
Did he even care if she was there?

The distance was more than a mile
And it seems it will go on for more that just a while
Life throws you uncertain curbs
It will require great navigation for this one
2007 @ Anneke

Longing

The days are drab and grey
The nights are tense and lonely
Things arent that much fun anymore
Yet you remain the one I adore

I long to be hugged
To see the glee in your eyes
But you jaws are straight
Your eyes so fixed in another direction

It happens too often
What do I do now?
But allow you to go through this phase
I hope it's the last

Ann @2007

Kingston Waterfront

It's a longer route
But I just love to drive along the Kingston waterfront
The sights, the sounds, the people
A ship in the harbour
A plane taking off
Or a gull diving for a fish
What a beautiful sight

A lot of people make the waterfront their homes
Yesterday I saw a lady with two spliffs in her mouth
She was as easy as Sunday morning
Smoke blaring from her 'kitchen'
No care in the world
And yes, she is part of our world!

2007 @ Ann

The Human Seasons

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:—
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:


He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves


His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.




- By: John Keats

Happiness

I am so happy of late
It's amazing how the deepest sadness
Can be turned into lasting joy!

Today, I’m sad
Very sad
What I thought would be a lifetime bliss
Now turns out to be something I can only miss

Stupid me
For believing we would have been together until eternity
I thought our differences would always be worked out
But now you want out

I will take it like a woman
Brush myself off and face this world on my own once again
I am hurting, really bad
And that is the reason, the real reason, I’m sad