Wednesday 27 April 2016

I STARE AT YOU




I stare at you
You have no clue why
Some say I’m weird
I really don’t care
I stare
I’m not interested in your looks
I’ve read your books
I’m more interested in you
You
Simple yet complex
Full of mysteries
Full of tales
You get uncomfortable
I don’t care
I still stare
I drift away in thoughts
What would it feel like to see your world through your eyes?
To know the things you know
To see the things you see
To feel the things you feel
You smile almost all the time
But I see the tears no one sees
Your looks tell a different tale
Your books tell a different tale
But now that I see you
I see a different tale
I find you rather fascinating
I’m captivated by your complexity
You’ll make a good muse
Oh yes, that’s good use!
I stare just for a while
A little while longer
I drink in your aura of wisdom
Wise one you are
Smart too
You get uncomfortable
I shouldn’t care
But now I do
I’ve seen the truth
I’ve seen the sadness behind that smile
Pretty sad you!
I look away
And take a bow



By Sylvia Chika
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Monday 25 April 2016

DESCRIBE IT



If you could describe it
What words would you choose?
How would you describe it?
Some say it looks like this
Others say it looks like that
I hear them talk
I hear them talk about the weather
They say its beautiful
Some say they need an umbrella
Others wish to run around naked
But truly
I have forgotten what it looks like
The price of the sentence
These concrete walls have stolen my joy
Im trapped in a room with a little window
The window is far too high
All I see isa little light
And then total darkness
I miss the feel of rain against my skin
I miss walking on the beach and feeling the sand beneath my feet
I miss looking at pretty flowers
I miss watching the birds sing so sweetly
I miss nature
I miss real life
Not this!
This room of deep dolor robs me of the beauty of the day
Its been too long
My back hurts
Memories hunt me
The guards dont speak to me
All they do is pass me food through a hole
A silly hole in the door
What am I? A rat?!
Sanity is something I miss!
A better life is something I long for!
This is too much to bear!
I need you to describe it!
Please!
Come closer to the door
Tell me what it looks like
Describe the day to me
Please describe it!


By Sylvia Chika
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Monday 18 April 2016

WRITE ME A NIGHT POEM



Write me a night poem
Be kind and patient
Sit with me for a while
I love to see you smile
Hey…here’s my pen
Write me a poem
Write a poem of eight lines or ten
Let the words rhyme
Oh please, take your time
Come sit with me
Here’s a sheet
Write me a poem
Say you love me
Say I’m beautiful
Say things like…loo loo woo woo
I’ll say them too
Just write me a poem
Watch me drift away in sleep
Silly acts I love
Just sit with me
Watch me breathe softly
Then tuck the poem under my pillow
And even though you are gone when I awake in the morning
I’m quite certain it would never be boring
Your poem I shall keep
Kind words of love
Warm words that make my heart leap
Forever to be cherished
Sweet poetic words to be relished


By Sylvia Chika
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Monday 11 April 2016

SPEAK!



I hear you loud and clear
Please be quiet dear
I’ve heard the same old tale
The words you spit are bare
Your words hold so many lies
You try to sound so intelligent and clever
You sugar-coat your lies
But thank God I know better


So you love the sound of your voice?
That’s nice!
Go on if you wish
But try to taste your own dish
You say the sun is cold and white…stories!
I have no need for your fairy tales and fake theories
You don’t even practice what you preach
And me, you try to teach


I can see how much you love to speak
You go around acting all meek
You hide your deeds
And neglect my needs
So you think you are so smart?
Hahaha…I see that!
I wish you good luck
Please go on…SPEAK!


By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 6 April 2016

GRANDPA



Grandpa has a car
A nice old red car
He loves to take it for a long drive
He calls the car, Missy
No one but Grandpa is allowed to take Missy for a drive


Grandpa has a cat
She is very furry and fat
She loves to eat the rats
I really don’t like cats
But I like Grandpa’s cat


Grandpa misses Grandma
He wrote her a song
She’s been gone for so long
I heard she’s dinning with the angels
I have never met my Grandma


My Grandpa is very old
His age I’ve not been told
I really do miss my Grandpa
He gives the best hugs
I can’t wait to visit Grandpa this Christmas!



By Sylvia Chika
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