Lady in white

Poetry piece dedicated to all the men and women who must work in remote places to earn a living. Even in atrocious conditions.

FOG-GIRL

Lady in white

In a white robe, at my door she stands
Don’t want to mess up, still she demands a glance
It’s hot in here, cold out there
To turn or to burn, I have to decide
She awaits, offers a chilling embrace
Silence of her chill hovers ever closer
A vast blanket! Ghastly white!
It’s hot in here, cold out there
Her chill is pure for sure
Tonight she offers a chance, must make a stance
Surely heavenward she rises in the morn,
And I can’t to heaven rise at dawn,
To turn or not to burn, I have to decide
Blinded by firmness of her whiteness
Oh Moran, you moron!
In a white robe, at my door she stands
While the aircon unit slumbers into a coma

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Leeches

BY JEFFREY MANE FEBI
Published on 29 May 2011

This is a poem about those who steal from the public purse, go away and squander the money, then return to steal again; not even considering the impacts of their actions. There are many out there. JMF

Leeches! O leeches!
How they appear so placid;
Such smooth and idle things.

How they lay in wait, then
Spring upon them that wantonly walk,
Then coldly embrace.

Then suck! O they suck!
How they suck the life – the life!
And suck! And suck!

Full! they fade into seeming oblivion,
Then again how they appear innocent.
Such smooth and idle things.

They hear not cries, nor see tears,
But suck! O suck is all they know.

And when cries reach the sky above,
Would they hear and retreat?
These smooth and idles things!

Again they suck! such smooth
And idle things. How they
Appear so placid!

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The leeches suck life

BY
Published on 18 Feb 2014

Leeches! Leeches! Leeches!
Camouflaged among the bushes
How placid you appear along those tracks
Awaiting your prey
Those smooth and idle things

Then came that idle thing
You grabbed it in ambush
Then, suck and suck and suck
You sucked the life
Those smooth and idle things

In no time,
Your hungry tummy is blown up like a balloon
Being full,
You disappear into those thick bushes
Slipping away,
Taking no notice of what you did to that life
Those smooth and idle things

Then again you emerge so placid and innocent
Immune to the system
Awaiting your next prey
This time even hungrier than ever before
Those smooth and idle things

If only you have ears,
You’d hear their cries
If only you have eyes,
You’d see their tears
But you have a heart of stone
You only suck and suck – suck life
Those smooth and idle things

Tears have reached the depth of the ocean
Cries have reached the heavens above
People in the furthest ends of the earth have heart it
But you not! You suck – suck life
Those smooth and idle things

Protecting my essence

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This is a protest to the ONE who copied my style and used KEY WORDS from my piece in his poetry piece.

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So you modeled your jewel
Carefully like I did mine
Perhaps heartily like me?
Thinking I’d let you be
Oh you paved a walk to a dual
In my palm it ain’t a glass of wine
You heard of a pint of blood?
I bled many a great flood
So my jewel can grace this page
With its meager presence
So please be a gem and tell me now
Need I ask you to tell me how?
Know ye this isn’t me in a rage
Rather it is me protecting my essence
Please tell me
That I may be

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