Grand Party

I threw this awesome party
And no one came.

I invited everybody I knew
And those I had only been introduced to.

A banquet with all the trimmings.
Food and drinks aplenty.

People were kind enough to RVSP.
I was so glad.

The grand day arrived.
Here I was in my elegant gown,
Feeling like a soft breeze in the heat of day.

I throw my door open as the clock struck
On the 11th hour.

No one stood at the gate.
No one bothered to show up.

*Have a great weekend. Please don't chill without me. :)

A Day In Your Shoes

What will it be like,
To wear your shoes for a day?
Are they nice comfy Converse,
Killer heels, Loake, boots, flip flops?

A day in your shoes,
Will you have a good day?
Happy, carefree, pretense,
Salt, sloth, sleuth.

How will it smell like?,
Your shoes.
Like feet, death,
Aromatic, odourless.

Should we switch shoes,
Will it be a perfect fit,
Just right,
Tight,
Loose?

A day in your shoes;
Heaven or hell?

Defy

Sticking to the status quo is way too easy,
I find myself questioning what is the norm.
Really the most absurd of things,
Why are colours named the way they are?
Your mind can get into a frenzy debating
A merry-go-round of,
What if blue is red,
Green is violet or blue , maybe yellow, turquoise, purple, fuchsia?
Switch around the colour wheel.
What is the rainbow?
Light refracted through drops of water in the atmosphere
Coming up as a spectrum of colours,
The arrangement of which is
Magnificent and fascinating since you don't see it often.
Switch-
Droplets of water passing through a ray of light.
When your mind gets webbed in the normalcy of life,
Change your thought waves,
Defy the pattern,
Do not get into a rant.

Advocate

I travel an over-trod path,
Bringing to awareness the plight of the less fortunate.
My voice is the silent one
Among the rush of the cacophonous.
Where others shout;
I look on with seeming indifference,
And pour out muffled screams on my bed.

Quite an advocate, I am,
For the miniature things in life.
Picking up the peel of the banana I did not eat;
So you don't slip on it.
Reuse that plastic bag over and over again,
Trying not to print anything, if I can get away with it,
Leave my left-overs for a stray cat or dog,
Correct a child who speaks out of turn.

An advocate, I am
For the minuscule.
I pick my battles,
I fight them.
I win.

Eggshells

Imagine a dance,
Adowa*, if you will;
Maybe ballet, flamenco?
Imagine the carefully orchestrated movements,
Flexing muscles, balanced core, graceful, accentuated.
I can feel it
The dance,
The tune;
You, humming it under-breath,
Guilty; you've judged yourself.
I sense it.
Is your ogre of a boss around?
Are you scared?
Don't equate it to respect.
What did you do?
Own up!
How else will they know,
You are not okay; stark-raving mad.
Say it
Stop walking on eggshells.
Pricking like blunt pins,
Causing hurt without wounds.
Making me uneasy.


*Adowa:- A dance performed by the Akans in Ghana, West Africa.

This has been in drafts for far too long. Do you notice a change in the atmosphere in an office when the person in charge is around and when the person is not? It tells so much on the personality of the person at the place. Someone does something offensive and has already judged his or her action as guilty, but does not admit the offense; the person is not free to be their self when around you because of they are uncertain of what your reaction will be to the offense. There is always this sense of unease that you can't shake off; walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around. I am sure they will jump of their skin should you yell at them.

Waiting

Never-ending silence between events,
I wish I had brought a book along;
Maybe I should have bought a parrot.
Will I be able to concentrate on the plot,
Maybe the parrot would talk?
This place is in darkness.

On Stage

Standing there so confident,
You have your audience spell-bound,
Words dripping like honey; sweet and alluring.
A tiny smile plays across your lips,
Your eyes lit from within.
Immersed in the spirit of your words,
Aroused by the strength of your beliefs.

Who would have thought a moment ago,
You were plagued with anxiety
With trembling hands and knees,
Stomach churning with nerves.
Creased with worry were your brows,
I had to warm your icy hands with mine,
Whisper words of encouragement and comfort to you,
Assure you of greatness,
A wonderful reception,

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Your words heeded.
My pride in you.
Seeing you up there,
So confident,
Strong.
Happy for you, I am.
Mine no longer,
Gift to the world.

All Over The Place

It is astonishing
How it is that you find it alright
To be anywhere but here with me.
I find it crazy
Why it is, that I want
You nowhere but here with me.

Question?

You'd find a needle in a haystack
That's what you told her.
Never bothering to find out why.
You said any form of curiosity is kokonsa*
Had you bothered to find out why,
She'd have said-
My mind rages with outcomes,
Probable meanings, twists
In what you say.
I ask because the storms must calm,
Because I could be wrong.
I ask because I can.

*Kokonsa means gossip in the Akan dialect.

Nothing

I know nothing about you.
You fascinate me.
Draw me out.
Daily, more is revealed of me;
Loves, dreams, desires, wants.
Sorting through my nightmares,
Disappointments, hates, cares.
You know me (not in the Biblical sense)
I know you not.

 This is the end of my first week at work. Enjoy your weekend.

You Are Here!

We are playing a game,
You and I.
By mutual consent,
Do not contact me,
But I will you.

I am switching over
Without your say-so.
We are playing a game,
You see.
There are no rules.
Do not contact me,
And I won't you.

Fancied Cage

Gliding through countless fields,
Lilac-rose,
Lavender-scented ever-green blossoms  of beauty,
Creeping creepers,
Snaking springs.

Leaping geckos,
Vain chameleons.

Gentlest breezes,
Twirling clothes,
Tendril-hair-play.

Eden-like paradise.
Hides precarious gates,
Housed in unseen tongs.

Golden cage,
Gilded paradise.

Now I know why the caged bird sings.

* No, I am yet to read Maya Angelou's autobiography, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. The end seemed appropriate and abrupt enough for what I intended. Thanks for reading and commenting. I have not been posting as regularly as I'd like but hopefully it will end soon. Check out my other blog here. Enjoy.

Virgin Man

You said you were a virgin when you got married
Did you tell anyone that when you were single?

You said you were a virgin when you got married
Why are you telling me?
Is it to score points?
To find out if I am a virgin?
To satisfy your curiosity?

Kudos to you.
Whatever your reason.

Father

You don't say much.
Actions speak better.

With actions you taught me,
The value of work,
Standing up for yourself,
When you back down,
To bid time.

One thing I know,
With a dad like you,
Integrity is my middle name.

Mother

You said so many things,
Thought-provoking words
I barely understood.

Now I have grown
In wisdom, in stature.
Your words remain with me.

All I can say,
The world would be a better place
If everyone had a mother like you.

Hers - First Things First

Confession.

I had you checked out.
Hired a private investigator,
Background check,
Employee record check,
The works.

Ah! Got you!
Nah, not really.
Not that way.

I did really check you out.

** You really did not think I was going to reveal that! I want your comments on what you check out when you meet guys. Really, because I get so many views from friends about what they see. Of course the physical appearance comes first before the mind starts to tabulate. LOL.

Perspective- Her Version

Silence;
Long, penetrative;
Silence.
I saw it coming.
The purpose of your silence.

Random, baseless rows,
Accusations, perceived offenses.

No, late, forgotten rendezvous.
You have no time for me.
Oh, I knew what you were about.

Breaking news.
Don't waste time,
Tell me what is on your mind.

I will just have to call you out on it.
Yep.
We are over!

***Please forgive me. I was not able to get a gal's point when a guy breaks up with her. It looks like most guys orchestrate a scene for the gal to call for a breakup. Oh! I just got an idea.

Day dreaming,
As usual, about you.
Can't wait tell we meet.

You called,
In the middle of Friday.
"Let's meet at after work."
You are coming over.
I mentally calculate
How long it will take me to get home,
Refresh myself,
Get your favorite things ready.
I can't wait to see you.

I feel good about this.
You said you had something to say.
I know.
I have something to say too.
Excitement
My head in a swarm.

You are here.
Already!
You look good.
I, smiling like a kid with candy.

Ah?
Words;
Unexpected words.
Say what?
A moment,
My heart needs to catch up with my head.
Twirling thought waves,
You want some space; to think us through.
To think us through,
Space,
Think,
Us,
Through...

Perspective - His Version

Wild engaging frolics.

Time flees when with her.

For a while, I forget my woes.

The sun rises and sets with her.

She has messed me up for all others.

I delight in our little traverses.

My favorite day;

My day of birth.

She chose that day;

I have stopped wondering why.

I am not 'the one',

That's all she said.

She messed me up for all others.

Every good eatery reminds me of her.

I don't enjoy the sun anymore; it rose and set with her.

Her delightful scent;

Gone with my sense of smell.

My favorite dishes taste different;

They are not from her hands.

Friends come around;

Not the same with her not around.

She really messed me up for all others.

The worse mess of all;

She took away the music.

*** Love has been kind of one-sided lately. I explore both ways: man, woman, emotions. Enjoy.

Unsaid

He said all the right words.
Did all the right things.
She threw caution to the wind;
Melted like butter out in the sun.
He had her hanging on to morsels of words
Dripping from his lips;
Each drop brings a yearning for more.
The words she itches to hear are never uttered.
She learns from him the strangest of things.
He was hers; her very own muse.
It never occurred to her to ask;
Indeed whether he was truly all hers;
Not until SHE came.
He ruined everything.

Life Formula

Doing things the usual way
Brings known, repetitive, successful results.
This holds true for most things.
Consistency is the name;
Tried and tested is the ad campaign.
Measurable, quantifiable.
Add the element of chance and the game changes.
Sure, it is good to stick with a winning formula.
This only works in a lab.
Try the lab of life; experiment on repetitive, successful outcomes.
Oh, don't forget to add the elements of risk and chance.
See how your life formula turns out.
Risk and chance: Erratic, and never defined,
Of no fixed value, yet must be ever present in your equation.
Get a tried, tested and true formula for life,
And get back to me.