TRYING COUNTING YOUR BLESSINGS

Pen in my hand,

I stare blankly,

At my sheet of paper,

With thoughts bubbling out of my head,

I wonder what it is,

I should be thankful for,

Is it a husband, a job, life, good health, family,

Or the gift of writing,

I put you to the challenge,

Try counting your blessings,

I bet you will lose count,

Because your blessings,

Are always too much to number,

Be thankful you have too much within you.

WELCOMING 2014

The hands of time are moving fast,

And I can smell from a distance

The fresh breath of a brand new year,

That is bursting with good tidings,

From a far,

I can hear the joyous cheers of 2014,

I can envision people breaking into dance,

Receiving 2014 with joy,

Get into 2014

Devoid of 2013 regrets,

Accepting the gifts,

That 2014 brings along,

Let this be your year of blessings,

Good health, peace and joy at heart,

And by this time next year,

We will be joyful and ready for 2015,

Happy new year my dearest friends

Long stoned road

I have ventured on thousand roads,

Some with ease, some with difficulty,

I have witnessed life’s beauty,

And stepped on green manicured grass,

Carpeting earth’s warm embrace

Now I find myself here,

In the seemingly endless stoned road,

With trees dancing at the winds command

And with my eyes glued to that destination,

The scorching sun reminds me,

In harsh constancy,

That I am still at my journey,

In the company of solitude,

And lifeless existence,

Not even the birds’ early serenades,

Or the hope of victorious finish,

Gives me strength

I keep pressing on,

Hastening my steps,

Hoping that I will taste the ends promise,

Beyond the horizon,

Where my destiny awaits me

MY MAMAS WORDS

My Mama stood up with soap in her hands,

As she washed clothes,

And as usual I was playing with the water,

Helping her,

As my little self-told me,

But in the real sense,

I was playing with water.

Pretending to help her.

She raised her brow,

And looked at me ever so lovingly,

The words she said that day;

Forever linger in my mind,

Even if I was so small,

I have lived by these words to date,

She said:

God ordained you and planned for you,

When you were a flower about to bloom,

A life of joy was placed in you,

Not one of gloom and doom,

A positive attitude, you must always employ.

My mama went on and said

This world is not a good place,

But with God’s love and mercy,

You will survive,

He has got your back all the time,

He has you in the palms of his hands,

That means, he always remembers and has good thoughts of you.

Because, you are in your fathers care,

You know you shall not lack,

Psalms 23 says so,

Never give in to anguish and despair,

Be inspired by his unending love,

He has best of plans for you.

When faced with sorrow,

Don’t cry and question why,

He is right there with you,

Hugging and comforting you,

Rest on his shoulder,

Let him carry your burden.

My mama,

As she bended to continue washing,

She finally said,

My little lady,

Be always happy,

Learn to give,

As by giving your receive more,

Don’t ever quit,

The lord is always by your side.

TOAST FOR ME

A toast for me,

Raise your glasses,

Let us toast,

As music plays,

Let us all break into dance,

For the lord has blessed me,

This jubilee year.

YOU HAVE MY SHOULDER

I have tasted salty tears,

Rolling down my face,

And felt emptiness so deep,

As if my heart had been seized,

With no ransom

I have had long sleepless nights,

With no one to talk to,

And I eventually soared.

And so,

My dearest friend,

I see and feel your pain,

With tears to fill a hollow,

Pain you cannot conceal,

And eyes so teary,

I am here to give you my shoulder,

Your sorrow is my sadness,

And your joy my joy,

In friendship I will always share.

NEWS FOR THE HATERS

Some people,

They have NOT a THING to do,

Only smirk at your triumph,

Wondering where you got there,

First, they say,

“You are a gold digger”

At times they say,

“You are a street walker”

The losers,

Have the audaciousness to say you are a child of Lucifer,

Only because,

You toiled and rose higher than they,

Well now,

I have news,

News for my haters,

Watch me,

I am getting more,

More of success,

Less of failure,

More of victory,

Less of defeat,

So you get more to talk about,

And when you are done,

I will be far,

Far from your cheap talk,

And you will be left alone,

Alone with your small talk.