I STARE AT YOU

I STARE

I stare at you
You have no clue why
Some say I’m weird
I really don’t care
I stare
I’m not interested in your looks
I’ve read your books
I’m more interested in you
You
Simple yet complex
Full of mysteries
Full of tales
You get uncomfortable
I don’t care
I still stare
I drift away in thoughts
What would it feel like to see your world through your eyes?
To know the things you know
To see the things you see
To feel the things you feel
You smile almost all the time
But I see the tears no one sees
Your looks tell a different tale
Your books tell a different tale
But now that I see you
I see a different tale
I find you rather fascinating
I’m captivated by your complexity
You’ll make a good muse
Oh yes, that’s good use!
I stare just for a while
A little while longer
I drink in your aura of wisdom
Wise one you are
Smart too
You get uncomfortable
I shouldn’t care
But now I do
I’ve seen the truth
I’ve seen the sadness behind that smile
Pretty sad you!
I look away
And take a bow

By Sylvia Chika
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DESCRIBE IT

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If you could describe it

What words would you choose?

How would you describe it?

Some say it looks like this

Others say it looks like that

I hear them talk

I hear them talk about the weather

They say it’s beautiful

Some say they need an umbrella

Others wish to run around naked

But truly

I have forgotten what it looks like

The price of the sentence

These concrete walls have stolen my joy

I’m trapped in a room with a little window

The window is far too high

All I see is…a little light

And then total darkness

I miss the feel of rain against my skin

I miss walking on the beach and feeling the sand beneath my feet

I miss looking at pretty flowers

I miss watching the birds sing so sweetly

I miss nature

I miss real life

Not this!

This room of deep dolor robs me of the beauty of the day

It’s been too long

My back hurts

Memories hunt me

The guards don’t speak to me

All they do is pass me food through a hole

A silly hole in the door

What am I? A rat?!

Sanity is something I miss!

A better life is something I long for!

This is too much to bear!

I need you to describe it!

Please!

Come closer to the door

Tell me what it looks like

Describe the day to me

Please describe it!

 

 

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

WRITE ME A NIGHT POEM

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Write me a night poem

Be kind and patient

Sit with me for a while

I love to see you smile

Hey…here’s my pen

Write me a poem

Write a poem of eight lines or ten

Let the words rhyme

Oh please, take your time

Come sit with me

Here’s a sheet

Write me a poem

Say you love me

Say I’m beautiful

Say things like…loo loo woo woo

I’ll say them too

Just write me a poem

Watch me drift away in sleep

Silly acts I love

Just sit with me

Watch me breathe softly

Then tuck the poem under my pillow

And even though you are gone when I awake in the morning

I’m quite certain it would never be boring

Your poem I shall keep

Kind words of love

Warm words that make my heart leap

Forever to be cherished

Sweet poetic words to be relished

 

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

SPEAK!

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I hear you loud and clear

Please be quiet dear

I’ve heard the same old tale

The words you spit are bare

Your words hold so many lies

You try to sound so intelligent and clever

You sugar-coat your lies

But thank God I know better

 

So you love the sound of your voice?

That’s nice!

Go on if you wish

But try to taste your own dish

You say the sun is cold and white…stories!

I have no need for your fairy tales and fake theories

You don’t even practice what you preach

And me, you try to teach

 

I can see how much you love to speak

You go around acting all meek

You hide your deeds

And neglect my needs

So you think you are so smart?

Hahaha…I see that!

I wish you good luck

Please go on…SPEAK!

 

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

 

 

GRANDPA

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Grandpa has a car

A nice old red car

He loves to take it for a long drive

He calls the car, Missy

No one but Grandpa is allowed to take Missy for a drive

 

Grandpa has a cat

She is very furry and fat

She loves to eat the rats

I really don’t like cats

But I like Grandpa’s cat

 

Grandpa misses Grandma

He wrote her a song

She’s been gone for so long

I heard she’s dinning with the angels

I have never met my Grandma

 

My Grandpa is very old

His age I’ve not been told

I really do miss my Grandpa

He gives the best hugs

I can’t wait to visit Grandpa this Christmas!

 

By Sylvia Chika

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