MANDELA

Mandela, you are mother freedom's son

Apartheid you ended with a peaceful gun

No prison walls of 27 years stopped you from your goal

Directly you spoke from the voice of freedom's soul

Ever loving God has called you to his side

Long walk to freedom has ended

Always Madiba for freedom and fairness you will be remembered.

My Appachi

Hair of sliver streaks adorn her crown, she is my Appachi,

Second mother to me, she is my Appachi

A lady full of virtue, she is my Appachi,

Daily feeding us with love, she is my Appachi,

I cannot repay what you have done for me, Appachi

From bottom of my heart, I love you Appachi.

Poetry of the mind

I can build castles in the air without despair,
It would be perfect without repair.

I can be a poor prince or a rich pauper,
Anything thing my hearts offer.

To be a preacher, poet or a philosopher,
With boundless knowledge from the mind's coffers.

To be a man or woman with the perfect body,
With enough beauty to seduce anybody.

To be an agnostic, atheist, aghori or wiccan,
Or create a faith with me as a beacon.

I can be an angle, I can be Satan, I can be God,
I can be more than the faiths afford.

A fastest runner with the best legs to run,
Or the silk worm that gives the best thread to be spun.

Oh mind, my mind, never mind if you are in the brain or heart,
Be with me and never depart.

My imagination is larger than the mighty sea,
This is where i am free and I am truly allowed to be.

Telephone

 Ring or sing you ring when someone calls,

It might be for gossip or invitation to a ball,

To bring news from far or near,

A medium to speak and hear,

With a phone life would detest,

With a phone writing letters is at rest

In Altitude no matter in how high low,

To connect to just take the phone and say hello 

Rendezvous Morning

Working on shift and sitting at the desk made me idle,
Missing the time to be with her for a sensuous ordeal ,
Longing for her touch, No
More than a touch is not too much.

Weekend morning was a good time to see her again
Made a date to be with her again

Drove my golden chariot to her lair
At her dwelling she greeted me naked and bare

She was with a little rage reaching out
As I gently touched her, she seemed a shy and backed out

She withdrew, when I reached out,
When I stood still, she reached out,

You luring temptress, I reached her
She smelled good and I forced me on to her

Head first from nasal to lip: first contact
I plunged in; she moaned
It is always thrilling to hear her cry

I went in again, deeper and deeper
She enjoyed it! Running her hands through my hair

I was deep inside, short of breathe, I come up for air,
As I reached out, SPLASH!!!, she came on my face!!!
A little nectar reached my mouth
Salty indeed I spat back at her

With the sun above me
and wet from head to toe
I laid head back, arms open,
floating in the gentle sea

It's always refreshing to swim in the ocean
Warm sand, gentle breeze and cool waters
Every time I swim, I feel energize and vitalized.

Wish i could live my life on the seas
Like the fisherman that pulls the net
Then the DBA, who works via internet.

3rd Year Fathers Obituary

It crippled us to see you leave,
Orphaned we are, as we can't deceive,
Rolling tears speak our sorrow,
Only your memories keep us going tomorrow.

Lips to Kiss

I need a lips to kiss,
In life i feel a miss.

I need a lips to kiss,
In life i feel a miss.

Dry or moist,
Lady lips nice and poise.

I need a lips to kiss,
In life i feel a miss.

Thick or thin,
Kissing is not a sin.

I need a lips to kiss,
In life i feel a miss.

Vertical or horizontal
Lady's lips is magical.

I need a lips to kiss,
In life i feel a miss.