Teenage

The bed feels empty
Every, sled jets
The jet met the net
The pet fed me
Even bees beg

Sports, sports, sports.
The best
from martial arts to team teez, I mean sports
they are the best

I hear it.
Here and there
I hear it.

With its odd brown fur, dark and light
So full of lies and corruption
To take the young and corrupt them
‘Slaves and children, what’s the difference?’
To it, a job, to them a loss.
Moving its chains, scraping the floor
Coming to take a baby boy.

It’s hideous features hiding,
With its hooves clattering together,
Its heavy breathe after a step,
The huffs and puffs of a monster,
The rubble of coal rummaging
Clank clank clanking every step
Coming to take a baby boy.

I hear it
Here and now
I hear it.
And it’s come to take my baby boy away.

The stars in the sky
As bright as I
Don’t weep and cry
From the sky because
You are As Bright As I

Across the vast expanse of land, two titans stand their ground,
The Great Wall of China, a shield of stone profound,
Guarding ancient secrets, it whispers tales of yore,
While the Great Green Wall of Africa breathes life evermore.
One defends a culture, the other heals the Earth,
Both mighty in their purpose, yet a paradox of birth.

Eight thousand kilometers long, the greenery spreads,
The solution to famines, its glory never sheds.
Storming through Nigeria, handing out free shade,
What a generous wall – a wall that will never fade.
The Great Wall of China, colossal and vast,
A transportation corridor, linking futures to the past.
With unique architectural wonder, a feat of pure design,
Symbol of Chinese culture, standing the test of time.

The Great Green Wall, a perfect habitat proudly for all,
Home to two hundred and thirty-two million, a safe place to call.
With a therapeutic sight that drowns your worries in a flurry,
It plants beautiful images withing your cerebrum,
a wonderous hurry.
Its glory and wisdom reach their maximum height,
A beacon of hope, restoring day from night.

The Great Wall of China, the protector of the Silk Road trade route,
An ancient marvel, a brilliant attraction that drowns the world to its clout.
Making people travel from everywhere, in awe they stand,
To witness its grandeur and the stories etched in the land.

Together they flourish, two legacies intertwined,
One, a testament of of resilience, the other, of a nurturing mind.
In the face of adversity, they stand side by side,
A reminder that through unity and strength, we can turn the tide.
So let us cherish these wonders, their tales forever shared,
Through walls of stone and green, a future that is prepared.

In the grass, so still and bright,
A slithering shadow moves in the night.
With scales that shimmer, sleek and tight,
The serpent glides, a silent sight.

No footsteps echo, no sound is made,
Through the underbrush, it softly swayed.
With eyes so keen, a gaze so cold,
A creature of mystery, brave and bold.

It coils and weaves, in graceful dance,
A symbol of nature’s hidden trance.
With venom or charm, it plays its part,
A creature of wonder, a work of art.

Fear not the snake, in shadow’s keep,
For it too, in silence, dares to creep.
In nature’s web, it finds its place,
A keeper of balance, with quiet grace.

In the grass, so still and bright,
A slithering shadow moves in the night.
With scales that shimmer, sleek and tight,
The serpent glides, a silent sight.

No footsteps echo, no sound is made,
Through the underbrush, it softly swayed.
With eyes so keen, a gaze so cold,
A creature of mystery, brave and bold.

It coils and weaves, in graceful dance,
A symbol of nature’s hidden trance.
With venom or charm, it plays its part,
A creature of wonder, a work of art.

Fear not the snake, in shadow’s keep,
For it too, in silence, dares to creep.
In nature’s web, it finds its place,
A keeper of balance, with quiet grace.

Moon got dim, an eerie sense did cascade,
The Nimbus, so subtle, performed a serenade.
For it didn’t want the rain to leave,
But raindrops did spill, I’m afraid.

Forlornly arrived the raindrop,
While the Freesias did ghastly sob.
Why is Nimbus always the tragedian?
It moved ponderously; but hastily did it throb.

Longevity? The scented Freesias did stale,
Rain did appeal mellifluously, but it came too frail.
Was it serendipitous for the Nimbus to leak?
Tattered, the ground had turned so pale.

Envisaging joy, dim was the light,
While the rain still dropped beside.
The cloud brimmed over, the rain showered,
We didn’t care, but now the scent is deprived.

Count steps towards success
The road to success is challenging and long
Full of obstacles where you must stay strong
With each step forward keep your goal clear
As success is hard earned and is near
The mistakes and hardships are to be embraced
If you feel fear you must confront it in the face
And if you’re lost you have to confess,
So your guiding dreams lead the way
To count steps towards success.

Home,
My mother said,
Home is not a house,
Nor a country,
Nor even a person like the poets say.
No,
My mother said,
Home is a feeling.
Home is something
You can touch without your hands
You can see without your eyes.
Home,
My mother said,
Home is like fabric,
Fabric you can feel without your fingers.
It cloaks your body
With the wistful smell of an embrace.

You lie there,
Blind and free
Between the fibres,
Turn to the stars of thread
And feel you are safe,
Feel you are loved.