"VEE STING"- A POEM BY GLADYS MBILLA
VEE STING
It caught your attention at the very first sight,
You got attracted to it with your inner might,
'Cause it looked so fresh, fleshy and so sexy,
Then you decide to play it though it looked so dirty.
You decide to fight, you found and you mined it,
Like it was some precious stone in a mine.
It wasn't the first, sixth or even number nine,
Though it clearly spelt doom, yet could never mind.
Life isn't always about fun, 'cause all that glitters isn't gold.
With this, you needed not be told
But you made it up in your inner being to go so cold
'Cause you think it manly and being so bold.
Then naughtily, stealthily, like a lamb to the slaughter
Let yourself into it's kraal with much laughter.
Leaving behind, alone in your hut, your beloved soul mate
To wallow away lonely, and in a torn emotional state.
She leads the way, swinging and swerving her hips
From side to side, like in a bit to give you some unholy tips.
With a piece of fugu tied around her chest,
Waist, on her head, and the rest.
Beads beautifully woven around her waist,
A pot on her head, and bangles on the wrist.
Your hands, and with your palms buried into her rips.
With your mind tied to her looks and your soul tied to her lips.
Ignorantly, foolishly enough, you sell your soul to the devil,
Thinking that which remained under your roof is rather evil,
Slowly, surely, you realize your life has been stung,
Then you wish for another on whose shoulders you could hang
But who? The devil who lives under your roof?
With all this manly nerve for which you wanted to prove?
But the she-devil would be there to help you improve,
And so prays her life out for THIS sting to be removed.
Grass is not always green at the other side,
Grass will always be greener wherever it is watered,
Grass at the other side would also wither,
Just like those at your feet when scourged by your heat.
Be wise, it's always nothing but just a Vee sting.
It'll get you caught in its claws like a pawn,
Sorrow, pain and hurt is all it ever will bring,
Run from it at the prime of its trap, like a gentle touch on the dew of dawn.
Written by:
The phenomenal poet:
Gladys Alasid Mbilla.
allasid.mbilla@gmail.com
0556491371
It caught your attention at the very first sight,
You got attracted to it with your inner might,
'Cause it looked so fresh, fleshy and so sexy,
Then you decide to play it though it looked so dirty.
You decide to fight, you found and you mined it,
Like it was some precious stone in a mine.
It wasn't the first, sixth or even number nine,
Though it clearly spelt doom, yet could never mind.
Life isn't always about fun, 'cause all that glitters isn't gold.
With this, you needed not be told
But you made it up in your inner being to go so cold
'Cause you think it manly and being so bold.
Then naughtily, stealthily, like a lamb to the slaughter
Let yourself into it's kraal with much laughter.
Leaving behind, alone in your hut, your beloved soul mate
To wallow away lonely, and in a torn emotional state.
She leads the way, swinging and swerving her hips
From side to side, like in a bit to give you some unholy tips.
With a piece of fugu tied around her chest,
Waist, on her head, and the rest.
Beads beautifully woven around her waist,
A pot on her head, and bangles on the wrist.
Your hands, and with your palms buried into her rips.
With your mind tied to her looks and your soul tied to her lips.
Ignorantly, foolishly enough, you sell your soul to the devil,
Thinking that which remained under your roof is rather evil,
Slowly, surely, you realize your life has been stung,
Then you wish for another on whose shoulders you could hang
But who? The devil who lives under your roof?
With all this manly nerve for which you wanted to prove?
But the she-devil would be there to help you improve,
And so prays her life out for THIS sting to be removed.
Grass is not always green at the other side,
Grass will always be greener wherever it is watered,
Grass at the other side would also wither,
Just like those at your feet when scourged by your heat.
Be wise, it's always nothing but just a Vee sting.
It'll get you caught in its claws like a pawn,
Sorrow, pain and hurt is all it ever will bring,
Run from it at the prime of its trap, like a gentle touch on the dew of dawn.
Written by:
The phenomenal poet:
Gladys Alasid Mbilla.
allasid.mbilla@gmail.com
0556491371
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