MIRACLES AT MIDNIGHT

Like strange appearances
They stand at your entrance
Waiting in eager anticipation
Willing to bestow a solution
Dawn woke you to crack the nuts
Dusk left you hitting your head
But like a gentle touch in sharp cold
The door receives a knock
And your heart ignites with shock.

What happened to joy and merriment
And the three wishes of love, life and laughter
What happened to justice
And the carefree systems of order
Yet like infant babes naive of danger
We welcome the warm winter
Uncertain of the hovering outcome
Of an angel’s arrival at the dark hour
But thankful for the timely truce.

IMMERSE YOURSELF

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Everyone has had their feel of you
You have coloured their skies
And painted their heights
You have nursed their wounds
And decorated their brooks
You have fought in their wars
And shielded their wards
You have buried their dead
And consoled their heads
You have opened your door
And welcomed their all
Becoming a selfless sanctity
That forgot its own humanity.

Without an angel’s wings, you fly
Were you not made of dust at first?
Without a cheetah’s limbs, you run
Were you not carved like everyone?
You forget you’re also mortal
Or are you more than natural?
Immerse yourself in your weakness
Admit to your world you’re no spirit
You are flesh and blood and feelings
Only strong for life and its minutes
You’re no sorcerer; you’re no giant
You’ve only learnt to fight and win
Immerse yourself in your reality
Or else be dazed by all humanity.

NO REASON TO MOPE

image gratuit Bonne Année 2017.jpgWe threw the lot in
And the coin brought a head
A new soul sailed in on a ship
Wrapped with knitted cream coats
Cheering the family with laughter
And quieting the doubts and mischief
I almost gained authority over a kingdom
Until I had to learn a steward’s ways
In that kingdom, I was an angel
With beaming smiles and humble ears.

A flight took my arms to a familiar stranger
With whom I exchanged trade
Through the ride I have found my essence
My heart has throbbed with pride
For the amiable companions on the ride
I soon became a shepherd
So in love with the sheep I met
The voyage through this cycle
Was a beautiful moment through the Milky way
It was the herald of the singing bird
Who found her highest pitch at last.

It was no mere merry go round
As each stop was no stop at all
All were a present in disguise
A parcel well concealed
A puzzle only seeming difficult
Endless love in overflowing glasses
Compassion and confidence in a suitcase
Amiable reliable humanity
That I shall cherish
As I freely trade old for new.

A TIME TO RETREAT

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Those days, along the subway
We always heard girls cracking like broken pots
Shredding linens and silk
Which the prim wore to lure the boys
Their doings brought them firm angst
That they slouch without serendipity
Their youth ran detectably on old lanes
Hoping to become adults with fresh futures
Yet the theme of time and life
Forever gripped their hearts like the ethereal
That they recall the time to plant
And retreat back home to sew and knit
For the luscious woman is not just shapes and curves
She is woman, man and god
Many years more than an angel
Because she lives and dies among the living.