Jaachi Writes

POEM 313: IF HUMANS WOULD where what we have in common is all of us where family ties is not mum and dad but siblings found among strangers where what is god would matter no more ceiling, wall or floor, we all mumble to a god where humanity would top the list, love, the air we breathe where diversity is the spice of life, difference, it's unifying factor, divergence, it's colorful song, the kind of world, I crave for, you can call me a dreamer #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

POEM 198: Acrostic for Rachel Red patches on stone walls Actuating an electric switch Cracking through defenses High raised to fence off unity Etched in our tender hearts at birth Love survives like red patches on stone walls #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends.  Thank you!

I'm locked up in my favourite nook - The room behind my mental hideout... Writing a poem titled truth as I pass past my past... Pen in climax Poem in climax... This poem, it speaks of frozen seas where ships are trapped like a sheep in the gallows of hate. It speaks of barren mothers  giving birth to still adults  who are taken by the storm of hate. This poem, it speaks of no new thing but the ugly sting of racial discrimination. It sings like a little kid boy, the innocent love of lust, to the little kid girl whose hair stand erect - tall -  aroused like the flicker  of golden butterflies in her baby heart. But his guitar as old my grandpa issues throaty tunes of ruins, ruins and more ruins. Yet I wonder why will one whisper laughter in such moody mood? Even the sands are whiter than baby tooth. This poem, it speaks of endless hope it speaks of hopeless end, of time, sluggish time  Time undefined neither by seasons swift nor seasonings sweet. This poem, it spea...

I'll not play Tug O'war, I'd rather play Hug O'war; I desire a world where everyone hugs Instead of pulls and tugs. Where everyone smiles and giggles Rolling on the rug like kids. Where blacks, coloured and whites kisses. Where mutual respect bubbles. Where everyone grins from cheek to cheek And cuddles. Where I loose, you win And together share our joys and troubles. Where you and I Savour the heat of the passion, When we roughen the sheets, Proving  love ain't shit. making love betwixt  nations. Where fights are pillow fights; None hurt, all are cheerleaders. Where racism is a word for car race Where wars and war of words are but open mic face-offs My fair utopia Where fame floats fairly on the floor  for the influential and poor -  alike A world with less stress and tears. Where tolerance is the air we breathe Where opposites meet and have no beef Where North the South embrace. My fair utopia not a bleached black of masked malice not a cloaked cloud of stormy sho...