Sea-Crab Poetry

  A fervent wish To land in the East Where this sweetheart appeared So clearly on the sky.  I heard her roar Like a lion In the far reaches of the Tsavo.  Her name was Rain.  I set out toward the East  To hug her And feel her warm tender breasts  On my cold shivering chest. Her hugs are special  For they will penetrate  The fabric of my pullover– No need for a bare chest. © Sea-Crab Poetry. Recommended Nature Poetry  A connection with nature through poetry is a connection with oneself. Find such poetry through this link.

  I know very well That a large part of me Has already died; And I also know That there are those fortunate ones Whose body is intact And pure like before. And while their brains are still intact I believe I reflect like a polished mirror  With my remaining piece. I know very well That my lungs are lined With a coat of carbon. I know too That some still have them As pink as in the remote past. While I know that cancer lurks around And that some are immune to it I have a lot to do With the remaining fragment of my life. I know very well That I may or may not Breath for quite long Like the blessed ones. And while I may shut down juvenile Millions will thank life For having known me. I know very well That lots of enamel are gone And that my dental formula Has been altered. And while I know That some have it As intact as before I believe that I'm among the finest In chewing complex things With my remaining piece of brain. Maybe I'm now a psychopath As they're convinced I know I...

There are many lands That belong to us– Milliards to the East Milliards to the West. To the North are countless And so to the South. These lands are pure And in them Boundless elation is sure They’re in all the cardinal points Of our very being. In these pure lands Are dazzling beaches With clear white sand. There are rivers that throb That our sights they rob. There are beautiful swimming swans. There are gardens of blossoms With days lit by golden sunshine. I will learn to count these lands To know their exact numbers So that I don’t forget and despair And instead  Keep trudging on wearily. © Sea-Crab Poetry  More From The Author  This poem captures the vitality of holding on to our dearest hopes and aspirations. Since all we hope for isn't guaranteed, we can as well balance that uncertainty with hope. I have selected some works of poetry and prose relating to this theme and can be downloaded through this link .

  I will staple my upper lip And my lower lip together When I offer a helping hand To a fellow human Walking through coals of hell. I will not walk around With my chest high  And protruded Bragging all over Claiming that I was their oxygen When they were drowning in misery. I will ensure That what my left ear knows Will remain a mystery To my right ear. I will not bother About those who are weird to me. I will not sit idly And start backbiting them. I will let them To be who they are. I will not relish  From talking About other religions Because I know That if we were a Chinese colony Everyone here  Would be a Buddhist And Buddhist temples Would be littered all over. I will glue my lips together When I encounter the rainbow nation Because I’m a scientist And I’m aware That our private parts Do not determine If we’re male or female. I will always remember That hormones do. I will place a padlock On the gate that lets words out When I hear the illiterate Condemning the...

Sometimes in my existence I feel like perishing is the next thing. I see my world crumbling Into fragments and fine dust. And all my hopes Gradually get shattered. Afterwards My greater self Whispers to my drowning soul That I I’m being exalted To a demigod. Sometimes Something says silently That I’m a slave. It tells me That darkness Is my abode and destiny. Afterwards, Something in me greater Whispers to my sick soul That I’m a swift eagle Roaming the cosmos. Sometimes My soul resists perfecting itself And instead Cripples itself Into an immobile entity. Later on, Something triggers my soul To rise up And color up Its unfinished faces. Sometimes I lament The offspring of my choices And the aftermath Of my decisions. So sometimes silently Trudging alone On deserted paths My eyes  Become a spring of tears And my nostrils Two adjacent rivers. Soon after my cheeks dry out And my nostrils Become twin dry air streams Something in me silently says That we have all messed At least in som...

I can move sideways, Forward and backward Like a crab. I’m a versatile creature That can survive inside a cave On wild fruits and honey Like John the Baptist And the prophet Elijah. Ravens can feed me And I’m still nourished. I live in water. I love being in places That cool me From the raging infernos In my being. If you threaten me I will swim away And hide under a stone. Since I’m a crab Home is my longing. If you get me out of water I’ll get thirsty for a swim So soon. If my waters are polluted Or invaded I will feel like a street child. See if you give me peace I will build a sanctuary In your life. If you fill my abode With tantrums I will flee And shun you  Like a plague. I’m a moonchild And just like Luna I change phases And sometimes I’m unavailable. So my abode Is a vast sea With wavy waters. Sometimes I float, Sometimes I sink. But I have learnt To ride the tides and waves. I am a crab That weeps a lot In secrecy When I’m trudging alone Along deserted ways. I’m an extrem...

They sit next to litter heaps At the back of the streets. They see them as outcasts The third wheel  Of the oxen cart. These to me Are noble souls. If you ever get a chance To befriend  One of these You will do anything To keep them  In your circle. These are the beautiful souls With whom I entrust With my day. These ones to me   Are my true ones. Who deserve To handle m y day. I have overheard Those men  With those machete-like earth wires Say that humans like us Will be one day  Doomed in flaring tongues Of ever-dancing flames. I have learnt That for a while  We have been exiting  The cocoon of life And yet we can figure out The beauty or ugliness  Of our days. You will see These wonderful souls Jump up and down Like calves  In the morning sunshine Dancing to my tunes During my day. These souls Will own the sea crab And will keep at bay Those modern Pharisees From contaminating  The purity of my day. They will ensure That my day...

Woooi Daddy! Woooi Daddy! Screamed my cub Across the mountain-high thorny fence. I held his hand Firmly from my side. Don’t step on the thorns! It can’t come for you When I’m with you. The boy forcefully stepped On the long sharp acacia thorns He dreaded  The frightful monster With thick fur  On its neck Like a mane. I felt like my heart was reverberating Outside my chest cavity. Please don’t step on the thorns! I sincerely pleaded  With my cub. He agreed to be courageous And trusted Daddy. And then I leaped backward Then commanded my adrenaline To save my cub. Well, we all can swim Past a crocodile's mighty teeth If there’s something in That our hearts reverberate for. I saw in broad daylight Canines and thorns Both stretching their hands To devour my cub. I saw how the Devil King Can snatch a ruble From your hands. © Sea-Crab Poetry. ABOUT ME 

  He lies to himself That she’s in love  With him But she’s not. She loves his sperm- His genes. He knows not That the offspring  He has sired Is biologically his But doesn’t own it. He needs permission From his sperm recipient To go somewhere With his offspring. His home Is a home  Of many managers And a sea  Of external secrets; He’s sitting  On a ticking bomb Soon it will detonate. Unearth your essence My fellow man. Find the bucks And claim your space My brother from Terra Always know That they love  What you are, What you have, Or what you shall have. I want to tell you What they won’t tell you; There’s no one  To love you But many to love you For what you are You have, or shall have. Don’t you be lured By the soft massages And intoxicating words. ©  Sea-Crab Poetry. (Voyager of Words) ABOUT ME

A couple of weeks  I've been in my Being  Dodging you Like a soccer player  And demystifying you But here you are At my doorstep. I have kept you at bay By the vapes Books, websites, And social circles. All these escapes Seem futile Since thoughts of you Are in abundance. I keep running away From you. You’re so fast And soon catching up with me. Sometimes I trip And your opportune moment To seize me Is a millimeter Away from you. I rise up again And keep running away Panting. I have a wonderful particle of me  Whom I must see Become a polymath. My skeleton, ashes, Or cadaver Can’t witness this. I want to finally be whom I were Before I got into this world Of fighting with myself And being a vagabond. While I have many reasons For fighting this ghost, Many reasons to pick the herbicide Inside the sack That hangs underneath  The bathroom roof And spray the weeds in my Being Lurk around me– The feeling of being in a lonely island Brokenness and being a slave Anxiet...

Image Credits: © Pixabay. I hear there's a place  Always ablaze And yet another one Always on glaze. From here  To our next home Lies an intricate puzzle The world beyond Embedded in fallacies. We shall use the spacecraft of genius To hop into the depths though tedious. We shall see through the dark And acquire the eyes that we lack Then spread out our wings And be capable of all things. Will you carry with you Your poetry anthologies to Mars Or will you leave them  Here on Terra  In oblivion With people of its dominion? We shall be called Martians When we go there  I’ll be an artisan. We will be a space-faring generation And have no connection  With common mortals. Mars, the red planet Is our next abode. Amongst us Are souls That will set foot On Jezero Crater, On Utopia Planitia And on Olympus Mons. Ceres, a planetoid In the Asteroid belt Is laden with what we inspire. Ganymede, a wondrous satellite In the Jovian system Will be home To other generations. ...

C rickets singing their songs Winds blowing blatantly And hyenas roaring.  Those who are used to this music  Find no meaning  Snoring for the entire night. We are introverts  Who have fallen in love  With the night Like owls And other nocturnals. We are the night owls Who thrive in searing darkness.  In the night  Lies vast playgrounds  So we can play boundlessly.   There is no hurry at night   The entire night looms ahead.  We can leave no stone unturned.  Few minutes past midnight Smoke and wind Changes direction.   The night is laden with magic   And wonderful phenomena.  We the night owls  Relish on the tranquility  That the night bears.  Our imagination gets so clear   For the worries of the daytime  Are no more.   At the heart of the night   Grasping concepts  Is like catching a sloth.  When at the middle of this sea  Lines of p...

There has been a canyon Between me And the magical lad That I once was. When I was a lad I used to be a Starship Determined to pierce Through interstellar medium At supersonic speeds. When I was juvenile I was a sharp-sighted eagle Soaring high helter Riding swiftly on the airwaves Like a cowboy On a mighty horse. When I was a lad I was an impoverished kinky-haired Slim young man But I was sharp Like a new razor blade Effortlessly chopping What they called diamond. Those days Are etched Beneath my cranium– Our prowess Being bulleted. Through a lens Colored in nostalgia. I eye myself  In my inborn shoes And dark-blue shorts With what they called rear lights, Dashing to the front To receive a present. Those golden handshakes Are inscribed In indelible ink In the confines Of my skull. My hair is still kinky Only that I’m a grown-up man. I’m still a swift eagle Roaming the vast cosmos Only that sometimes Shadows ensnare me. I’m still an interstellar rocket Only that for a decade My min...