Little Randomness

Those little random thoughts,
Little random thoughts that stay far too long within,
A great idea to initiate that thought,
To finally put it down into action,

I read a piece,
Of a wish that a man said,
"A time like this next year, you'll wish you had started today" ,
And that made me think, got me thinking...

Those little random thoughts I always had,
It's time to put them down in paper,
So I did,
Yet they never seemed sensible,
Time passed...

And it's years later now,
Maybe two, three or ten later,
So I decided,
Am gonna rise from this great ass of mine....

And finally make my random thoughts count!

Signed
Carol Gatonye

Through My Daughter's Eyes

I have a little angel in my house. A little pretty, flower girl that throws her hands up whenever I come home. A sign of appreciation and admiration I suppose. She's a bright little piece of art. Learning things very fast. Words, actions all in a manner that's a combination of pretty, witty, funny and cute. Yet she doesn't forget an action or word said. May it be an advert on tele, a weird random action I just did unknowingly. It sticks in her little mind. Sticks and never goes away. So we mind our language whenever we are around her. We watch what we do, the programmes we subject her to, because whatever she sees, she copies and permanently pastes in her little head. Shes an awesome piece. She seems to appreciate life every time she wakes up. Giving off a soft mourn so that I can know she has just woken up. And when I do, she seems to tell me with her eyes. Well, mummy, am glad to be living. The brightness in her face and eyes are priceless. When in most cases I woul...

Who made us judge(s)?

"You looked at her and yelled out, Instantly never thinking of how, That may have made her feel. Did you ever stop to think that she, Dressed like that because of how it Made her feel?...." The poem reads in part. When I first read this poem, I said to myself, "oh jeez number one culprit of judgement". You see, am always judging people. I will make a comment in mind of how a woman has dressed,make a face and go "whatever" when someone looks at my legs. I have never really taken time to ask myself why a person is how they are. Am sure the throne of judgement gets sat on by each one of us..on a daily basis. Do you cringe when you see people kiss or hold hands in public? Whisper words like, "braggers", "she will get dumped". Do you find yourself laughing at a fat person and quickly judge her? "consequences of french fries", "how does one get that fat? Wasn't she checking?". Or when you see a man in sweat s...

The MashUp Poem

Feel like one of those days that you just want to take a warm cup of coffee, curl up in bed and read those old lines you wrote while young? Well, I do feel this all evenings. Thought should share a little with the world..a poem I wrote with one friend..a one Steve Biko,some five years back. Here goes... I My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? II I know not my lord Why of a love so true be so in thus pain What more cold would thus be If mine heart knows what love be? What wonder my lord would enchant my soul thus now? III What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. IV Or how comes it that your exceeding heat Is not allayed by my heart-frozen cold, Why thus burn in boili...

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