Glory and sin

In the pursuit of the glory we partake in unbridled sin,
Pursue success endlessly; out here it’s quite a din,
We got to attain it in time or our patience starts to thin,
And we get nasty and uncontrollably mean,
Early mornings justified by what we glean,
To us is dominance like yang is to yin,
Lose our souls now and then for prices that get your purses ultra-lean,
Our talent makes sure everywhere for us the grass is green,
The rain, the pain and everything we’ve seen,
Condensed in tales we laugh at over glasses of gin,
The bad memories we gladly place into a bin,
Cause we don’t want reminders of the dark places we’ve been,
Success brought with it pride and a grin,
But it failed to bring remorse for our sins

Mother Nature…..

She has seen civilizations so strong,
Full of might and splendor and existing for so long,
With impressive backbones of virile men so young,
Glorious songs extolling their power have over the years been sung,
She was around when these mighty empires rose and fell,
Heard their battle cries and yells,
Saw the horrors their wars brought and how they raised hell,
The dejected cries of their women and children as they mingled with their fallen cities’ bells,
Through generations she has helped to sift,
Brought men up through the ranks of humanity and helped them lift,
She’s Mother Nature, she helps the sands of time shift,
Her delicate touch time and again evident in the soft mist of the morning

Black and White……

How alive I feel in the world of books,
The comfort I glean from the constellation of black and white,
Ideas from great heads,
Have intercourse with my mind’s every nook,
Expanding my threshold of knowledge,
Lifting my intelligence to immeasurable heights,
Giving me joy so great it’s ethereal,
In these books I find the ingredients to my own greatness,
Greatness that inspires me to produce marvelous pieces of work,
Pieces of work that inspire others,
This wonderful black and white constellation…..,
Makes me an artist and a poet,
A producer of intellectual aesthetics,
A shaper of other minds,
An immortal presence in the history of man

Waterfall…..

Beauty mingled with its thunderous din,
Stare in its whirlpool and you may see an elegant fin,
Nature so delicate and yet so powerful,
Awe-inspiring spectacule, views simply wonderful,
Wondering what I’m referring to?, it’s the waterfall,
Winds between rocks, flows in valleys and over gorges it falls,
Words depart me when I view it’s astounding beauty,
And it’s gentle ways as it obeys gravity,
Turbulence swiftly turns into a gentle flow,
Which reinvigorates the life around its rich sloping banks

Marvel…..

From the calm serene surfaces of the inland lakes,
To the absolute purity of springs,
Violent eruptions of spectacular geysers,
And the foaming ribbons of powerful rivers,
Waterfalls and their whirlpools in their full splendor,
Surface of the oceans,
Smooth as expensive glass at times,
Other times whipped into a ferocious tempest,
Dark forbidden depths of the boundless oceans,
Trenches and the abundant colonies that abide in them,
Creatures that redefine the concept of beauty,
Make me marvel at their magnificent appearances,
And realize just how beautiful nature is,
And that I am just another tiny mark on the passage of time.

Winter morning

Winter is often thought of as bleak,
Most people fail to see how its mornings are so fine,
How birds from their comfy nests peep,
At the rays from the sun as they gently shine,
Shading the landscape delectable hues,
Mountain caps glow,
Their ice covered slopes fine shades of orange and blue,
Panorama that lights the face of men aglow,
And depicts nature at the height of its gorgeousness

Zainab

The alpha lioness of the pride,
Graceful with her movements,
Distinctively majestic,
And capturing attention wherever she goes,
Who’s this phenomenon?,
She’s Zainab……,
The sweet and charming woman,
Who has been successfully navigating through the murky waters of life,
With nothing akin to a fall talkless of drowning,
Intelligent and friendly,
Quite a wonderful lady to frolic with,
Beautiful and smart as hell,
This here’s a magical winner,
She celebrates the passage of 365,
Which have been filled with so many achievements and joy,
Eventually, her enemies succumb to her glory,
And worship her every move,
Ride on,my queen…..you deserve the best life has to offer on an ivory platter,
Happy birthday Zainab, much love.