Happy Woman


 

She is the one whose hazel coloured eyes lights up a dull gathering,
She is the one who proudly flaunts are not so galant wedding ring,
She is the one who sees everything in red but yet calls it green.

 

She is the one who frolics to music while driving in traffic,
She is the one while everyone is whinning holds a smile that is so graphic,
She is the one who makes every little trivial moment feel like magic.

 

She is the one who despite all the anguish still tends to make you laugh,
She is the one who provides you with little rather than make you starve,
She is the one who with humble beginnings treats you with class.

 

She is the one who twirls to nothing and it becomes music that makes you dance,
She is the one who amidst all chaos will risk everything to give you a chance,
She is the one who is married to a strange and bitter man but yet adores him like she were in a trance.

 

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Jesus I Thank You!


My heart flutters, beating fast to a rhythm unknown,
I feel the tension begin to build,
Once again I feel the blood rush through my veins,
Thought I dead, now I have being reborn.

You found me when no one else was looking,
You regarded me when those who should didn’t,
You grace me with your presence to the shame of all others,
You fight for me and I find all my fear is gone.

I have being blessed this very era,
I have felt your breasts and you granted me suckle,
I have touched your face and find you to be no dream,
You are my life now and my ever beating heart.

This is a rare gift, one I solemnly swear to keep forever,
If I deserve it or not, that is another matter,
But for this one chance of happiness I am willing to live,
To defy all odds and all raging storms.

I thought you had deserted me and left me in the arid arena,
Now I find your favor upon me, one that is too much for me to hold,
You have crowned my tears with joy,
You have given me his beautiful heart that bears your beautiful mark.

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The BEST I Ever HAD!


The sounds of the pouring rain,
The demands of the alternative human,
The clamor for refreshments,
The ecstasy in their eyes.

As time drew nearer the feeling grew stronger,
As the suggestions came pouring out, only then did it make sense,
All hopes fluttered, saddness creeping in,
Suddenly I felt abandoned.

My bags were packed and I was ready to go,
Her bags were packed she wasn’t ready to go,
His mobile was packed and ready to go,
She was out and ready to prance.

Amidst the rains, the flood, the cursing there was laughter,
Amidst the difference in dialect there was a consensus,
Amidst the darkness there was rejoicing,
Amidst the lateness there was safe arrival.

Words cannot describe my delight and the warmth I felt,
The meal abandoned as my ears were atuned to my abode,
I was able to reach out and swallow that pain,
Though it be lodged in my chest.

What a pure and unadulterated soul,
What a shame that we never take a deeper look,
What a pity that I was never there,
What a hoax this life is that portrays emphathy.

Angelic windows were what my eyes were called,
What was inside of me to have given out that courage he sought,
Despite my obvious shyness and pain,
I have given another Being joy and fulfilment.

I held those beautiful hands of his,
Contact always did bring one home,
Lost in dark memories created by our own kin,
Dare I say that I have lost a part of me to him.

I am no god, yet he showers me with praise,
I am no god, yet he claims I’ve healed him,
I am no god, yet he claims I’m an angel,
I am no god, yet he bares his soul out to me.

There is a storm stirring within my soul,
An angel passes by and the words come out,
He is as a babe in the hands of his mother,
God give me the strength to be enough for him.

The speed heighten due to those feelings of freedom,
The pain all but gone due to the warm embrace given,
The pains increased due to what I cannot explain,
The smiles increased due to the fact that this was the longest and most beautiful night of my life.

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Happy


Sitting I was at my desk, pondering on what went wrong with that last call. My phone beeping, my heart bleeding, wishing and hoping that I could turn back time.

I had but given up when my mobile rang out in that shrill tone “waka waka” the caller made my heart skip, what would I say, I pick up the phone “hello”, “hi”, “what’s up”, “nothing much”, “I’m at your office”, “are you serious?”, “yes”, “I’m coming”

As every lady would I flitted my fingers over my body and waltz down the stairs, wallet and phone In hand and at the foot of the stair case stood my dark knight, with a pen in hand he scribbled his name and with my free hand I curved mine into his.

Out we went for lunch smiling sheepishly into each others eyes. Had lunch we did, on issues bothering our lives….wish this dream could stay asleep forever.

P. S. I Love You

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