Pensive Soul: 2012

Saturday, 29 December 2012

BLIGHT MEDICINE

A sea bath, a sea bath

A bush bath, a bush bath

Red lavender, holy water

Removes blight from your daughter

A blue bag to cut envy

A blue bottle in sight

Turn backwards at the front door

And get rid of all your blight

Knock on wood, pinch yourself

Horse shoe on your door

Mount a ring, get a guard

Remove all blight for sure

Egg bath, hot cocoyea

Plant flags, light candles and sway

And still 2012 blight

Will never go away

Until you get down on your knees

Pray, set goals and listen

Turn to JAH, the only remedy

Holder of the blight medicine- He is the cure!

Mixed up, muddled down, mediocre feelings
Keen eyes which gaze aimlessly in doubt
At these words worthy of a sleuth
Sure expressions of truth now hidden
And without subject, there is nothing to write about

No anger, no joy, no pain, no noose
No muse,words untamed and loose
None prevails, all crossed words that come not out
Like crabs in a barrel they just scramble and ramble
And without subject, there is nothing to write about

This wide- master bowler; Duck- diva batsman
Noble no-ball nemesis; maiden-less thrower
Over’s-whore, with futile hopes to cause a re-route
Of hidden emotions, be it, memories or aspirations
For without subject, there is nothing to write about

Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Thursday, 1 November 2012

MY EVIL TWIN

Every human being carries deep within

A seemingly friendly foe, a parasitic twin

This lifelong companion, which initially goes unseen

Is but a frivolous foe, which on human host is weaned

No surgery can remove him, for if you kill him, you’ll be slain

It is hard to live with him though, he always spoils the game

So you color him with dyes, then you cover him with clothes,

You even hide him in your make up, but one day you, he will expose

Just in the exchange of words you were once crowned King

Now two eras down the road, a newer jargon sings

When voice breaks and strands of hair turn silver

And Oh those sappy sagging things just linger

Where breast once perked they now just rest

When waking moments become less and less

And dysfunctional organs once so strong

Begin to show you up ,begin to let you down

When all those wrinkled smiles cover your face

Then you realize that you have lost this race

For a hostile takeover of your body was waged

By your very own parasitic twin -Age.

Monday, 22 October 2012

NOW MASTERS

An inch into your present

Can be a yard into your destiny

A crease into your now

May be a crack into your then

A step in your immediate

Can be a mile in your forever

A spark at your beginning

May be explosive at your end

Oh script writer of the future

Oh lone custodian of past

Sands of time are on your fingertips

Use it sensibly, use it fast

Let there be no uncertain future

You who foresee the unforeseen

Understand how on your now

Your very future rest and lean

The bridge of your tomorrows

Lies upon the hinge of change

The screws that hold those hinges

Your decisions rearrange

So sit on by and do just nothing

Or get up and get on the go

For sure your action brings reaction

And you’ll reap just what you sow

Sunday, 7 October 2012

LITTLE GIRL'S CRY

Free spirited girl,free spirited love

Free spirited boomerang flew away like a dove

Spun from corner to corner,after he was released

Now she lauds that day,because love never ceased

Poor girl,whose boomerang got trapped in a tree

If I were her I'd shake and quake that boomerang free

So full of principles,values reverence and theories

No wonder the tree has boom enjoying those cherries

Free spirited girl,free spirited start

Initialed boom with kisses R.G and a heart

Wipe your nose, stop the crying, boom is in the tree

And adding insult to injury,he thinks that’s where he must be

Sunday, 26 August 2012

OPENED EYES, OPEN EYES

Alas my eyes are opened, but I cannot fall asleep
Ajar to gloomy yesterdays, and at unknown future peep

Princess’ pea torments night’s mattress, such, so rest I cannot find

Because,unanswered questions, pried open these eyes of mine

Quick glances at chances, empty dreams that run about

When unveiled knowledge of good and evil, bow humbly to thrones of doubt

Serpent’s tongue, beguiles in spite, hoping now to keep awake

Eyes of anger, eyes of envy, eyes of deep regrets and hate

Oh a dollar, I would give it, oh a prayer, I will recite

In exchange for perfect peace that puts insomnia to flight

Let secrets remain secrets and let worry rest in peace

Then let these eyes peruse the eulogy of insomnia deceased

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

BROKEN JAR

A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge

Will often times fall and break

Gentle winds welcomed by most

May breeze it and ease it of the post

And when it breaks the ledge stands by

Motionless only to question why

Not knowing how to explain what he saw

The jars travesty he but ignores

A clay jar carelessly put on a ledge

Will often times shake and break

And when it does, oh so small a crash

Sleeping neighbours, will awake

Some to worry, some to hate

Some to slander and misconstrue

But how can the ledge explain

That he just did not know what to do

So now who cleans up the splinters?

Saturday, 28 July 2012

FRACTIONS

Dear Improper, barrier crosser, out of order

Waste not your time irate

Understand you friendly fraction, that,

Mixed Number, cannot reciprocate

Dear Improper, barrier crosser, out of order

Take your time and wait

And accept that these great fantasies

Mixed Number, will not accommodate

Improper dear, please know your place

Deadly reactors,dormant lie, in religion, class and race

His lowest common multiple,he will not even render

To mix nor mingle with, your denominator

So Improper, barrier crosser, out of order

Though your highest common factor,seems late,

Remember and accept always dear, that Mixed Number,

Cannot reciprocate, nor, accommodate.

WEED GARDEN

Buried feelings often sprout

Well kept rows of weeds

When alone these strongly grow

Until soul, they supersede

And those artifacts of destiny

Unveiled by charades of history
Human eyes soon will betray

When hidden emotions are left to stray

Buried feelings often sprout

Well kept rows of weeds

When alone these strongly grow

Until soul, they supersede
Impromptu word’s interpretation,

House Shameful moments' revelation

And those hidden feelings unexpressed,

Apt Careless actions, shall confess

SOUL CHANT

Wrap your arms around her
Oh, sweet symphony of day
Note by note, chord by chord
Embrace Sad’s soul today
Major keys, in blissful order
Harmonies and melodies
No crippling minor
By these erase all memories
Which diminishes her soul
Staccatos her sorrows
Augments her weaknesses
By fortes of hopelessness
And skilfully crescendos her cries

Wrap your arms around her
Soprano, tenor, alto and base
Sweet voices,well blended
Pitch a smile upon Sad’s face
And quick midday rhythm
Mood changing beats unknown
Swing this wounded soul
With your upbeat metronome
Oh Beautiful music, alas unfold
And with your instruments of old
Accompany Sad, until she finds her way
Until she smiles all day
Until her night reaches that path of BLISS

Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

Monday, 9 January 2012

BLOWING CANDLES

Melted wax, utter darkness, no more shadows

Burnt out friendships, sulphur memories, now closed windows

That flame alas, was not put out by finger

So for tomorrow, no singe will linger

Of past, which neighbours’ candle shadows cast

Of lost love,false prophesies, quick rides on useless fantasies

Melted wax, utter darkness, no more shadows, outted candle

Mirror, image of a person, who from a distance-today

Allowed damp air to flick that wick away

And with it- dark shadows, broken dreams and fear

Afterbirth –of a new morn, a new start, a new year

For that person, which mirror imaged.

NO MORE WALLS

I need someone to march with me around this Jericho internally
A wall so high, so thick, so great that with it I can’t concentrate
On things of great importance be, so I need someone to march with me
From left to right I toss and fight, yet Jericho stands here like a blight
In way of progress it holds fast, a panoramic wall so strong, so vast

I need someone to shout with me and blow a trumpet externally
To shake that soil which willingly, fortifies Jericho- against me
Soils of envy, soils of fear, soils of foolish people prayer
Whose daily eyes, piercing and cold, wish failure on my very soul
So shout aloud with me today and move this wall that’s in my way

As I pray now at Jeri’s gate, my words and deeds I contemplate,
To change mind sets internally, so Jeri’s strength I will not see
As dust from Jeri’s fall arise, my purpose shall materialise
Hence now before it is too late, as I stand in front of this great gate
I still need someone to march with me.

Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick