Sunday 27 September 2015

Mundane Sunday


Call to service; 8:00
The pews shall fill up by 7:30
With cracked knees and tightly clasped palms.
Their lips utter supplications and entreaties 
To the almighty who hears;
But may withhold answers or solutions.

I shall follow on the heels of she that birthed me
Today she will cry like always
For father to return to his good ol ways.
Whimper feverishly for that unduly deserved promotion
And pray fervently for all unseen forces to die.
I will sit-still beside her and bide time
Watch the second hand pursue the minute hand
Silently drift off to places unknown 
Kneel and stand in tune with the service.
Like a well oiled cog I will follow the motions 
Of the perfect machine that is a Sunday service.
When the time comes share the grace
Wish my neighbour peace.
On my mother's heels will I follow-out.
Welcome to my mundane Sunday. 
Ms Oyaghire

Tuesday 22 September 2015

Fiery Love



My love for you does not run as deep as rivers,
For water cannot quench the fire
In me that burns for you.
It burns as hot as a thousand fires;
As hot as a fiery furnace heated seven times over
Engulfing me in flames of unbridled passions.

What I feel for  you is a powerful storm.
Way beyond my control or understanding.
Sweeping me up in the throes of a painful love.
A destructive love that soothes my demons
I found a person whose evil compliments my bad
Not to be mathematical
Like two negatives we have become postive.
My love for you is a still voice constantly reassuring you
Of the eternal bind our hearts have.
Reminding you that come war or peace,
Hell or high water,
Never will I leave you.
There are no words appropriate enough
To carry the weight of my love for you.
For in the vast void of my vapid existence
You found me.

Wednesday 16 September 2015

Prince Fucking Charming.

She said our Prince Charmings are riding to us
On horses that embody elegance.
They personify grace and
They will lift us out of the fog of seemingly unfathomable heartbreaks.
We will ride into a kingdom of inconceivable love.  
Our hearts beat as one, they will surely find us. She said.

On this fateful day
On another wait rode in a Prince Charming
On a regal Mustang. 
With eyes you could misplace yourself in,
Smelling like he passed through a field of Roses
His smile was a dark night sky sprinkled with stars.  Beautiful.
And seeing him we knew he was the one.
On this fateful day
Came Prince charming and laid his sword at her feet.
Off she rode with him into happiness.

So I waited still. At the end of my wait.
Grabbed the next Prince that strode along,
Blinded by the urgency of a dying womb
And the impatience of an aging spinster.
My mistake; he was not of the Charming family.

Prince fucking Charming I shall call him.
He prefers the comfort of a prostitute
To the warmth of my thighs.
The bosom of a strange woman he lays
While mine burns feverishly for him.
The ale of the tavern is a sweet smelling savour
Not my back-breaking sweaty 
Made dainty dishes.
His fist pounding me is
The only pleasure he seeks from me.  
Today I will wipe his brow and dote on him devoutly.
Lay a meal befitting a king before him
After his bouts with the maidens of the town.
For he is a king, not just the type
Worthy of a life.
For when dawn wakens I shall send him
To the hell he deserves.
His mistake; he didn't marry Cinderella
All this while he had been laying with Cruella. 
Ms Oyaghire

Monday 14 September 2015

Pen to Paper


Pen to paper, heart unravelling
Blood from a splintered heart will serve as ink.
Pen to paper, heart unravelling,
I do detest you, your relentless silence drives me mad
Pen to paper, heart unravelling.
No words will do, so I will be a docile lamb.
Be a hopeful spectator, waiting on the sidelines
For an itsy bitsy glimpse into your immensely sad life.
I beg for my joy to penetrate your darkness and
Urge the flames of my love to burn your depression.
In my arms you won't find rest, but life.
Bubble to annoyance, groan in pleasure.
Happy you will be to a fault.
Like a patient pet. I will wait!
Like a pest I will leave.
Promising you that never will you find another me
Who will love you with all of my craziness. 
Ms Oyaghire