By Noel A Ihebuzor
ignorance softer
on probing human minds than
mild uncertainty
minds searching answers
encounter further questions
causing yet more thirst
***Haiku written in response to a great post by Susan Daniels. I then added another verse!
Tag: choices
Heed my need and hide your truth
by Noel Ihebuzor
Hold me strong
So that I vibrate
Hard non-stop
You the same,
but sad I watch your eyes speak
thoughts of another
The facts your
eyes sing differ from mine
the smooth truths
tumbling from
your lips are covers that hide
the truths in your soul
Facts and truths
exist, truths unfurl
change with time
children of
perspectives, emotions and
needs seeking strong stoke
Trying to experiment with Shadorma as a form – but this is a disaster! Critics, the singer and not the song, or should it be the other way round?
Monkey come chop banana
Over here, monkeys
like ripe bananas not
nuts nor hate nutters
first swipe was women
second, children of ex-slaves
third? soon all others?
mouths voice views concealed
by smiles hiding mindsets that
belong to museums
Haiku Heights Prompt: Vital
By Noel Ihebuzor
Haiku on Vital
From “life” in one tongue
though often lost sight of when
we clutch wild at winds
blinkered by trifles,
we chase blank shadows and let
essentials slip by
The true essentials
touch deep, eternal truths shine
bright, stars on dark night
Vital, life giving
energy laden, bubbling
healthy and vibrant
clear eyes and clean hearts
find you in the complex and
hug your cool calm warmth
Haiku on “True”
By Noel Ihebuzor
Haiku on True
True speaks not false nor
fake, voice genuine to self and
you, clear, clean and real
Opposite of false,
true stands upright, shiny bright
while false falls in slime
the false , with time, drinks
shame; the true with time flowers
petals blooming proud
A song for short cuts and wrong choices
by Noel Ihebuzor Sunday, 19 September 2010 at 00:40
Lost in our greed and lust
we took the short cut and the road was longer
in our rush, in our grabbing rush, in our haste
we grabbed and broke the needle of the compass
and now turn round in endless circles and squares,
moving but getting nowhere and lost
and we missed the matter and still do.
Where the matter lies is where the truth lies,
the truth of a people lost in time, with lots of lust but lost in values
The root of the problem was the problem of roots
suspended roots, shifting roots,
dangling and swinging in the wind,
floating and drifting along in
and with the stream of convenience, like
an anchorless dream, like a malaria-ed dream
At the breaking of the road
we had a choice to turn to the truth,
to return to it and to begin again
to dig to where the matter lies or to lie
we chose to let the matter lie, to lullaby the truth to sleep
to finally lie finally,
hoping to suffocate the truth in the rich folds of our plunder
with the huge pillow cases of our loot
we urged the truth to die
and thus stilled and dulled the voices within us
we bent our tongues
and bartered our already battered and sad souls.
Reflections 