Singing my Haiku

Hi guys… So am hoping everyone is well and healthy after the hype of the corona virus. Of course it was not easy seeing so many casualties and saddened families. Sigh… I had to stop looking at it all for more than a week to find my balance. Then the killing of another man came into the spotlight, which is devastating in every way. May we find the peace and understanding that many of us seem to lack.

Well, I am trying to continue with my poems and writings here in our little twin island of Trinidad and Tobago.

I have planned on singing my haiku poems instead of reciting them out, so take a look at my first by clicking on the link below. Leave your comments if you wish.

Also, I wish to thank all of you who continue to support my work.

The pandemonium of 2020

The news came in waves with high pitched voices,

A novel virus on the horizon.

The cause a speculation, not sure of its intention,

Varied reasons came alive, throwing off lies and spies.

Public deaths and covered bodies

Droplets from sneezing grip young and elderly

Shook many an authority.

Flying to outer destinations, Covid19 scares each nation.

Awaiting to hear a first case scenario, pandemonium starts its latest show.

The great virus of 2020, did not appeal our senses rightly,

No stocking of food and vitamins, rather, toilet paper became the frenzy!

Living today, the greats will surely say,

“Off with their heads, it’s such a dismay.”

How can a world of people be so foolish,

Come to stock a commodity which can least prevent a crisis…?

God must have laughed this time around,

A tech savvy people who wear toilet paper as their crown.

Shame to be human this year!!

Copyright 2020~Vearna Gloster.

My sympathy to all those who lost loved ones to this present virus.

Blinking Lights

Look at those beautiful ones on that old house!” I’ve never seen them before, maybe the old lady had died. One of the children that walked in a group of four pointed out as they walked around the small village looking at the Christmas lights on different houses.

“No she did not, I saw her yesterday but she looked very weak. Maybe someone had helped her”. One of the little boys exclaimed. Suddenly a small dog ran out from no where towards the fence barking at them. While he barked his little tail wagged wildly. He didn’t seem to want to hurt them but they didn’t pay close attention to him. They then took up a few small stones and threw them at the dog.

Soon as the stones crossed the fence, they changed into little gift packages. The little dog then ran on tiptoe-like to pick them up.

The children were amazed to see what had happened. They felt ashamed of themselves at the time of the stone pelting. The dog disappeared from sight after the last package was taken up. They looked at each other speechless. Knowing that they should not have stoned the fenced dog, they did not mention what had happened to anyone.

Time passed. Christmas day came by and all the little children were delighted to know what they had got for the holidays.

The less fortunate children however, were indifferent, as they knew they were not going to have any gifts at all.

But…. that morning they ran out of their separate homes screaming in delight. They had sparkling little gift packages in their hands. The four children who had thrown the stones at the dog, recognized the packages with surprise.

They learned that day, their misdeeds had spawned a happy moment for the less fortunate among them…

As they grew, they themselves remembered to never hurt animals and that others who were less fortunate were to be treated with kindness.

The end.

©2017~VearnaGloster

Gifts

The deaf wish to hear,

The blind wish to see,

The dumb want to speak,

And the lame want to walk.

But we who have it all,

Hear not properly,

See not, aspiringly,

Speak not positively,

Nor walk with purpose.

These gifts not granted to some,

A sad song sung for centuries,

Unable to be given freely,

We now fight through technology,

To establish a gift for the ungifted.

©2019~VearnaGloster

Blinking lights

“Look at those beautiful ones on that old house!” I’ve never seen them before, maybe the old lady had died. One of the children that walked in a group of four pointed out as they walked around the small village looking at the Christmas lights on different houses.

“No she did not, I saw her yesterday but she looked very weak. Maybe someone had helped her”. One of the little boys exclaimed. Suddenly a small dog ran out from no where towards the fence barking at them. While he barked his little tail wagged wildly. He didn’t seem to want to hurt them but they didn’t pay close attention to him. They then took up a few small stones and threw them at the dog.

Soon as the stones crossed the fence, they changed into little gift packages. The little dog then ran on tiptoe-like to pick them up.

The children were amazed to see what had happened. They felt ashamed of themselves at the time of the stone pelting. The dog disappeared from sight after the last package was taken up. They looked at each other speechless. Knowing that they should not have stoned the fenced dog, they did not mention what had happened to anyone.

Time passed. Christmas day came by and all the little children were delighted to know what they had got for the holidays.

The less fortunate children however, were indifferent, as they knew they were not going to have any gifts at all.

But…. that morning they ran out of their separate homes screaming in delight. They had sparkling little gift packages in their hands. The four children who had thrown the stones at the dog, recognized the packages with surprise.

They learned that day, their misdeeds had spawned a happy moment for the less fortunate among them…

As they grew, they themselves remembered to never hurt animals and that others who were less fortunate were to be treated with kindness.

The end.

©2017~VearnaGloster

Let me heal

Let me heal, oh let me heal,

Though the scar remains raw within,

Never blotting out the sin.

Cover me, oh cover me

Let me heal within.

A mothers’ love was never known,

Like a rose, left upon a stone,

The company, never cared

From riches to rags,

Laid I bare.

I wore my dads’ shaven beard,

Which sheilded me from wanton men,

And kept me warm though he was dead,

Yet I lived these thirthy years,

No joy of family ever felt.

Still await my heart to quiver,

For joy that sings like a river.

©2019~VearnaGloster

Life goes on

After ripping your heart apart,

Get over it! They say….

You must heal it yourself.

Let it go, life goes on….anyway.

What they do not see,

Is…

The shattered pieces

To sort,

Reassemble,

Differently…

Store away,

The corrupted actions,

Actions which abused me.

Then…

Learn to be, as they have been

To shield your now fractured heart

From the wiles of hate bestowed.

From this new place,

Smiles come by with silent

Refraining eyes,

An armoured sheild around the heart

Which will never be the same.

The Lover’s Rest

Leading away from the depths of my mind,

I came to a halt at his door.

Braving every emotion,

I knocked and awaited an answer.

I waited…

Three years.

Alas! Swings the blank door and

He whom my soul searched for,

Hovered above me, with eyes of burning gold.

He smiled as he beckoned me to enter

The dark space he occupied.

And as the dark enveloped us,

The light of love stabbed through my heart!

Memories shared, passed before us,

Fading into the night-like space.

Our young selves fleeting,

With the breath we once held dear.

Our children grown and productive

Made us proud when we lived.

And so ended the life of flesh

Which once separated us for three lonely years.

©2019~VearnaGloster

Imagine 1

As he unraveled the last thread,

The fight within died.

His palms fell off the edge of humanity’s frail bed,

As his spirit rose to start anew.

No longer sad but bemused by the tragic end,

Of a body failed by the tragedy of a failed system created by man!

No looking back, for there was a dark space, nothing to see.

And so, forward he went into a place,

Where only his imagination had once been able to conjure.

Celestial bodies, preparing for war.

He grinned, for so long within him

Yearned the desire of soldierhood.

The desire to help the weak,

The desire to brave it all

To desire to fulfil a thirst of completion.

The completion of brotherhood!

©2019~VearnaGloster