did she say no?

did she say no?
did she say no?
brazen doubts slipped off courageous faith...
she couldn't say so.
who could defy his fast faith,
berted at her past smiles?
...nice signs of fast tides,
washing in good not prayed for,
coupled with what was ashore!

did she say no?
they heard her say so,
loud and clear, like blocks of ice,
clean ice a thirsty can't drink.
her face had ceased from being nice.
a believer's faith may just sink.
how could she say so?
and life's got barbs you harldly know.

did she say no?
we thought we heard so.
but ice do melt into water,
though the new weight's not up to a quarter...
what they say cannot break
has scattered like pieces of cake.
just when you think life says "no",
you find out she doesn't mean so!
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quiet people
General — Posted by winteric @ 10:06
Quiet People
on: August 16, 2006, 09:22 AM
OUR PEOPLE ARE PATIENT
HANGING ON WITH THE ANCIENT
THEIR PAIN-LADEN SONG HARDLY DIES
WEARY DANCERS SLUMP DOWN THEIR EYES
OUR PEOPLE ARE TOLERANT
WHEN COWARDS GET MILITANT
THEY WAIT FOR FATE TO CREATE THE CHOICE
BUT LIFE ONLY WAITS FOR THEIR VOICE
OUR PEOPLE ARE FORBEARING
WHERE LOUTS ARE OVERBEARING
THEY BEAR ILLS ONCE UNWANTED
HOW TOUTS TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED
OUR PEOPLE ARE ENDURING
WHEN THE BOURGEOISIE ARE ENSURING
THAT THEY HOLD OUT IN THE FIELDS
THOUGH THEIR BARNS BEAR NOT THE YIELDS
OUR PEOPLE ARE TOO QUIET
THOUGH DEPRIVED OF GOOD DIET
YOU THINK THEY'LL CHANGE IN A WHILE
BUT THEY WATCH THEIR PAIN AND SMILE (More)
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the unborn
General — Posted by winteric @ 10:00
From An Unborn
on: August 17, 2006, 10:33 AM
mums and dads invited me
i've come but i'm not welcome
they say they erred at love making
now they consider life taking
murderous wombs that hurt my souls
serial killers of sorts
why treat me with drugs and knives
and kill your young for sport
mums' been here and pilling me
docs'll be here and drilling me
nurses dare God spilling me
and the whole world's killing me
which law permits this sentence
let the judges hear my defence
please give me a chance to live
who knows what grace i could give
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thomb like womb
General — Posted by winteric @ 16:46
bowels of conception mourns in pain,
made to expect a child in vain!
why takes the mind laws into its hands
without duly consulting other glands?
don't abort that pregnancy!
wha's the height of lunacy?
a man starts what he can't end.
discuss this with your girlfriend.
does civilisation make men wild?
don't kill that child!i respect you,
let's not fight.
your unborn child has a right.
import some values to our culture.
bring back the virtue to the future.
do we believe in anything?
this fetus too is a living being.
let this young thing taste life.
discuss this with your wife.
why stain those fingers with blood?
dying fetus awash in the flood!
who chooses a murderous profession?
brazen witches it's time for confession!
i call names and hurt you,
bear it.
who the cap fits let them wear it.
i'm savage to curse and boast,
but it's the fetus who's hurting most.
it's God that gives life,
who takes?
stop those pills your wife takes.
this innocent thing needs a house.
discuss this with your spouse.
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what about the poor?
General — Posted by winteric @ 16:29
he awaketh from his bed as from a night long grave
knowing not whence cometh bread
as with a helpless brave
yet alive his childhood wish
that God would open the door
with five bread and two fish
but who feeds the poor?
though men watch with pity
they say they're not guilty
they share his tears not his plight
they bear his fears not his sight
in deed they hope for a halt
for his hurt though not their fault
who can stand his repelling sore?
who helps the poor?
they share his shame not the blame
lest they be themselves the same
who on earth can give their last
and watch yon poverty come fast?
shall we ourselves not be blest
if we share with him our very best?
why wait on God to push the door
when we ourselves can save the poor?
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the woman and the serpent

ladies beware

she's his personification of beauty
beauteous gait that catches his eye
and now he longs to have her
tells her what(ever) he wants with her
as he pictures in his mind's blind eye
the nuzzling and squirming and thrusting
in out and sideways with meter
like good peotry without rhymes
till the flame burn out
till the phlegm spurt out
sigh of boredom and blase smell
peeping down on her gender

thinks she's no better than the rest
sick birds traipsing round his nest
despising and mocking them
as he plays the ancient game with them
like chauvinists of the ancients
pride sitting on the sanctity of sadism
the conquest of weaker beings
a repeat of the feat of the garden
his joy 's in her shame and might in her pain
he's the old serpent between your legs
send word to eve lest she fall again
as he enters her garden as she' alone

winteric2005

trust

trust or not

Trust not the ground you stand
It could slide when you least expect
Trust not the air you breathe
It could be poisoned in any respect

Don’t trust in men or kings
Don’t rely on most trusted friends
Don’t take things for granted don’t
Instead watch and read all the trends

Don’t be too suspicious but
Be critical and do not fear
Trust in God who made you
All the things you bear

Don’t trust in your strength
It fails when needed most
Don’t trust your senses
Lest you see a ghost

Don’t trust wealth and things
Don’t trust worldly treasures
Don’t’ take things for granted don’t’
But set heart with godly measures

Don’t be unserious about things but
Be diligent and not in want
Trust God doing what he wants
Don’t trust what you do don’t

Winteric2005

sometimes

it's so sometimes
Sometimes you feel good about yourself
When you achieve a praise worthy feat
Sometimes you want others to commend you
If not share the joy with you
Sometimes they don't feel the way You thought they would
Sometimes you get worried
Sometimes you try to know why
Sometimes questions have no answers
Sometimes you forget about it

Sometimes you feel so-so about yourself
When there's nothing to get excited about
Sometimes you don't want others around you
If not they could be there quietly
Sometimes they don't seem to understand
What you thought they would
Sometimes you get worried
Sometimes you try to explain
Sometimes there's no one listening
Sometimes you are not bothered

Sometimes you feel bad about yourself
When things don't seem to go right
Sometimes you want others to help you
If not commiserate with you
Sometimes they don't say the right words
You thought they would
Sometimes you get worried
Sometimes you lose control
Sometimes you say hurtful things
Sometimes you just have to fight

winteric2005sometimes... .

i see them

i see them every day
children groomed under the tutelage of hardship
all their livesall they've ever known
is a life of want
of inferiority
of pain

i see them every day
in schools with torn clothes
looking shabby
walking all the distance to school
through miles besieged with pain and mockery

i see them on the streets
with a mark of rejection
pasted on their foreheads
they know their plight
having accepted it without a fight
knowing that for them there's no hope in sight
in hate they turn against life
giving back what's been given to them
and they are themed depraved
but see how much they were deprived
their very lives being stolen
they have been raped by society
lost their pride and humanity

i see them every day
the very ones the future of our nation
relegated to pain and shame
disdainfully conditioned for depravity

i see them every day
starting all over again
raising their young in this same mud
who cares
we hide our face and deny they even exist
yet i see them

yes i see them every day

our burden

Our burden
This is the burden of our daily lives in a world for the carnal.
The quotidian load we put up with, trying to explain everything,
As if, to a tribe of the blind and deaf, whose learning differs from ours,
As they ask the same questions everyday and we explain over again
To every one of them as they come. Hey! A dialogue of frustrating repetition,
Requiring much gesticulation and shouting, while keeping courtesy,
So we, ourselves, will not be seen as crushing the very values we preach,
Though it tells on our tolerance, yet, they still can’t get it!
They can’t understand us because we are different from them.
We don’t fancy the things they worship, we’re of a different sphere,
And our identity leans beyond the skies at the coming of Glory,
When all things become perfect, even this world of imperfection.
These posh wares they crave for are but grotesque at the probe of light,
When all things become beautiful in real sense,
But they still don’t get it! They can’t understand us.
They ask why we are different,
And we try to explain over again to each one of them as they come!

don't

Don't, little one, don't... .
Little one, look thou not down on things little;
Each dot of it hath its worth and each stroke its use.
These awful contours and ugly spots serve
As landmarks to guide thee when thou lose
Thy way, these poor houses will hide thee
From the rain, this little cat could guide thee.

Don't kill that that bird little, let it fly away;
It's going to feed thee when home's faraway.
Don't despise fools, don't hate them at all;
They may be thy only friends when there be a fall.
Don't kill an idiot for ideas he doth not have;
If you do, who's going to make you laugh?
winteric2005

what's important?

Of what use is your life
To a world full of strife?
Can it save the dying
Who is sick of lying?
Life's not the seed you know,
It's the fruit that you show;
It's not the word you learn,
It's the worth that you earn.
It's not about fables,
It's for food on tables;
It's not fame,no, not zeal,
This is life and it's real.
It's not your big grammar,
Though it's like a drama;
...not just prosperity
It's for posterity.
...not just education,
It's emancipation,
It's not about letters,
It's that things be better.
winteric2005

earth

Earth

Our feet are firm on terra firma,
Firm ground, what could be firmer?
Let me use you in poetry,
As some do in pottery;

I'll regard you in all I'll do,
Although men try to diss you,
Yet you were here before them all,
What covers them when they fall?

Make their bed, lay head on you,
Get bread from and tread on you;
Yet they sit on you, spit on you,
Stamp crude feet to shit on you;

Wicked rulers bore cruel rigs through
Your meek heart---ouch! oi, 'tis true!
His flesh was made from your dust,
Now, he steps on you--- 'tis unjust;

I say these, though I'm one of them,
Because I share in this problem:
I also drink from their contempt,
My protest was a vain attempt;

I get mad, pour out the anger
You bear in this face of danger,
Like bursting, cursing, pick stings,
Fussing, tossing my head, kick things;

Like blowing up fast from my palm,
When I look at you, you are still calm;
Thought I heard that vexed vibration,
Quaking beneath our cruel nation.

snake

Snake

A sight that leaves young men jittering
Slick moves with scaly skin glittering
Sneaking in glibly meandering course
Belly on the ground by the curse

The serpent has become coarser
Than she was in yon ole garden
Before the soil had to harden
Hissing at all things with complaints

With displeasure at the Sun’s scorch
Moving away from hunters’ torch
Venomous tongue darting deceit
A poison to the heart and ears

As you give heed to her complaints
As you listen to her gossips
Rubbing off on you like poison
Fiddling your ratiocination

Like white piece of clothes in black ink
Affecting the way that you think
Your sense of judgment is shrouded
Thinking being clouded and crowded

Sentiment and bias take their place
Pass judgment by look on the face
She’s a pois’nous snake to the mind
Rebuke her ere leaving her b’hind

Don’t make room for her idle words
Which are especially for turds
Before yon mischief she’ll make
Looking yon dream turn a fake

Kill her kill yon ole snake
Please do for future’s sake
Don’t follow Eve’s mistake
Don’t e’en let her tail shake

winteric2005 for eric winter okhuakhua 12/17/2004

2 cities

hi friends,
how's everything? hope fine.
have you ever heard of

A TALE OF TWO CITIES?

which of these cities
keeps your entities
feli city or
adver city for
they are two extremes
there for who exteems
you find true partners
in feli city
but countless rivals
in adver city
and you are warned to
mind your busines there
while in feli city
you show your care
your concerned friends are
there to advise you
in adver city
they criticise you
like they are jealous
in feli city
they are solicitous
showing concern as
they ask about you

in adver city
it's prying they do
so they can taunt you
for they don't want you
they demand respect
what did you expect
in feli city
you long for true love
you seek trust not doubt
and cooperation
not competition

from your partner
eric winter

secret thoughts

this little pastry i make from my thoughts
gooey hooey mushy pastry of slush
solemn ballyhoo concerted hodge-podge
making sense only in the inside
but this pastry is meant for all outside
now no one is willing to take a look
here is all the mess i thought i could cook
must i keep all these dishes to myself

this little pastry i alone can take
which my ilk and folk taunt around as fake
i spend my time which they say is money
thinking what i make might be called honey
now the plebs and bourgeois toff look and huff
as they fluff my stuff and call it a guff
i squirm like twerp firm like churn chirp like birds
this pie may be good after all for birds

this little pastry people make me hate
may not be a waste but have a great taste
it may bring some hays herds will appreciate
though it serves not the purpose...it was raised
come birds come turds come old fogeys come nerds
we may find some reason to chew our curds
since they have told themselves not to want us
we will have the taste that will not taunt us

lovesick

here's the end of the harmattanhere's the end of my sweet cold nightsleaves are falling from their homesas the wind come calling byhere's the tree here's the birdperching lonely on a stalkhere's the dust here's the duskwhere's the dove that keeps my love

secret dilemma

two pretty angels flanking me
like ben'ficiaries thanking me
sitting close to them patiently
guessing what they do want from me
each of them want me for keeps
each of them pull meto love-heaps
if i chose to follow the one
i'd have spoilt the other's fun
but they're too pretty to let down
and i'm too cruel to wear that crown
i have a queen i don't deserve
a lionness i alone unnerve
i can't give in to these strangers
this world has got enough dangers
fears tears and pains we've known before
i won't be the one to bring more
sweet fresh air i've known all my life
they want to bring another wife
like cigarette smell in my nose
souring the sweet smell of my rose
another look at those pretty things
who destroyed great kingdoms and kings
pretty faces but ugly heart
who can't tear you and me apart

from saint eric winter

secret date

i had a date with kate, a classmate i used to hate
till we were joined by fate, of late, when she made me anticipate
a date i and my roommates would celebrate.

i began to salivate when we got to the eatery's gate.
notch up of plates of chocolate, as we ate,
i stopped, i had to hesitate and meditate about kate.

we left there late in a joyous state, but kate said, 'wait
is this the end of the date?' i stared at her pate
to investigate the rate our love would saturate and pecolate.

you know how hard it is to initiate what a lady'd appreciate,
as they demonstrate on channel eight on Sunday by eight.
so i leered at kate to spice up the date, but she said, 'mate,

is this your first date? if you don't act straight, we' ll separate.'
i didn't know how to gesticulate as she seemed prostrate
with hate on her face like a slate. i said, 'kate

don't make me emaciate. it's hard to envisage and calculate
what you want from this date. lets have another date'
but she left. i said, 'kate, wait, lets negotiate'

when i got to my gate, to hibernate, my roommates
were waiting to congratulate me on my last intimate
date with kate whom i used to hate as classmates

a secret

When it came I hid it where no one could see it,
that care I nurse for you, hoping that dreams come true.
While we walked together it showed up in the smiles,
but Bully, the proud, hid it beside my laughter.

Fear of cold refusal, pain of losing true love,
and shame of being outdone, barred me out from speaking,
like old guards with batons, Basilisk in my face,
still brandishing the cane, a rival turned hero.

Yet love peeps through my lips, bopping behind closed zips,
knocking hard to break free, as to say the words three.
Now that I've said the words, which i believe you heard,
understand what they mean. That's where our world will lean.

Your friend

Eric saint Winter

FACE

your face

A mark of identification,
First spot of attention,
Your face…your face!

What’s this message it bears?
Truer than what any ear hears…
Brood on this case:

It’s the window of your mind.
They look through who are not blind,
Face graceful…oh face!

Be careful how you do appear.
Sages read this messages you bear,
Oh face of grace!

Like rays of light upon Blue Nile,
Please, give them a cheerful smile.
It could lengthen your days!


Waiting smiles are roused when yours start,
Joyful smiles from a joyful heart!
So, life’s fate lies on your pretty face!


When it shows up on your face,
The gloomy ’s forced to change his ways.
Smiles could make this world a better place.

WintEric2004