What is Silence

Silence is not only golden
It is confidence unpredictable
in the midst of worrying observers
which will strike precisely
like a sleepy cat

Melisa

When those fingers and faces
smiles and cheers
surround you
while you cut your cake
and blow out its flame,
they mean to say
that there will always be a home
far away from home.









Emperor Leander David

Dedicated to Melisa
on her brithday

2018 Unesco Poem of The Day

Wherever their alluvial soils desolately lay,

where the raging waters shrink,

there they long tarry,

within those binding boundaries of quick sand:

the winner takes all

loser stands small

only the strong survives.

Yet the staggering beggar

drops a coin in the hand of a blind beggar.

Swollen red eyes still flood their banks

and among your people your hunchback limps.

Many the waters that perforated through our hands

When we went to the water side with a cracked pot

Many the spoils of the enemy

when we lost after our fight.

There is hope

Hope for the weak and strong

Who here, a purpose and place have.

Victor and vanquished

and poor and rich alike

who will with us be

till the end of the years.

And while the battles still last

May it be well with us.

Emperor Leander David

21/3/2018

On the occasion of Unesco Day of Poetry

Life is full of surprises

We all need a friend
a best friend
Some may come and go
while others come to replace.
The best will always stay
waiting and hoping
for that bright time
correcting and healing
motivating not faulting.
Today if you have none
still be the best friend.
Life is full of surprises.



NB.

Inspired by Reina
13/3/2018

What you know not

What you know not might be nought
not when you think of it.

What you know not
like darkness, is scary, slippery and gripping.

A step in this darkness
like a million year's walk in eyes blindfolded.

Better it is, not taken
and better it is the humble pie to swallow
to pursue clarity and even make amends.

It pays.

No, not one.

Is there any excuse?
No, not one.
If even there be
I will say it not
I wont say it all.

2017 Unesco Poem of The Day

Pressing heavy on the shoulders bold 

in anger, bitterness and regret born

She marches on! 

Her whole life hanging on a hold

imprisoned in a wooden sieve

She marches on!

Weighed down by a baby at the back

lungs exhaling, sweat oozing up 

She marches on!

Weariness disfigured her face

not knowing how far a hand on a third leg will go

when the whole body it holds

She marches on!

While at her side the falling sun rays

a lip opens to close 

in a lost speech 

in unfound thoughts. 

Yet her screams follow her on

her feet painted by the noon dust

to send her hand into her mouth 

finding hope in her beating heart

Oh help her march on!