Poetry 2

For downtown

Downtown full of history

Ancient streets, ancient buildings

Small roads, dark lanes

Faces of mystery

Downtown full of life

Constant movement, countless

vehicles

Everyone going, moving briskly

Downtown full of drama

Quarrelling matches, elicit

laughter

Numerous characters go about

engaged in chatter

Downtown full of potential

Faces etched with determination

Movement, movement, everyone

on a mission

Downtown full of hope

Brilliant youths, old age wise

Ambition there is but many

masked behind the bleaching

disguise

Downtown full of violence,

blood, cries and fears

Downtown full of praise,

blessings, peace and prayers

Scenes from downtown I will

never forget

Pleasantly fascinated when I am

downtown, I get

- Kacian Natacia Nelson

Unbelievable love

There's never a day when I don't

feel blessed

Even though at times, I might be

stressed.

My body gets weary, my spirit is

meek

But I can always go to him when

I'm weak.

I feel so good that I really know

Him

But too many times I didn't

show Him.

He's different from anyone I

know

He directs my path and watches

me grow.

He gives me love like no other

can do

Every morning drop, every

nightly dew.

I feel so special when I'm in His

arm

His kisses are sweet they keep

me warm.

I will want no other the way I

want Him

There's never another to die for

my sin.

Through thick and thin we will

always be together

My one sweet Lord, He lives

forever.

M. Josephs

My promise

I promise

I will take good care of the

King's daughter

Take care of the health of her

mind, body, heart and soul

Treat her like the precious gem

she is

More valuable than diamonds,

silver and gold

Hold her dear and keep her away

from those who may want to use

her

Protect her heart from those she

loves

Remind her always her source of

joy is the One above

That receiving love is just as

wonderful as giving

And that being a first priority is

ordinary living

To make sure she is sensitive to

when there is change

Be aware of emerging silos,

boxes and caves

To not over estimate that man is

just man

And if Jesus could be betrayed,

anyone can

Remind her that trust is a gift

It is not on her if someone

chooses to abuse it

To ensure that she understands

life is all about balance

And that her love will be for one

who is no less than gallant

Show her that with happiness

there will also come pain

Because He surely does not want

her to be vain

To guide her in making goals

and plans

See growth in her life and steady

advance

Keep her focused on His promise

That all His glory is hers

She's a million times more

precious than anything else He

created in this world

She will know that her

entitlement to love and care is

greater than one hundred

per cent

And any less should be in the

past, yes, it just went

Because He laid out His promise

in Isaiah 54

And in front of her are only wide

open doors.

- DSD

Nocturnal connection

Gripped firmly in the sensual embrace of night

When Nyx conjures from dark abode - her nocturnal sprites

To employ their ambience of

romance and aphrodisiac might

Two silhouettes pirouette within

the fabric of time

Foraging frolicsome between

mental worlds sublime

Forging fortresses of love

causing shifts in paradigm

The moon - that voyeur - peeps

behind its cloudy shawl

When merged flesh sings in

response to nature's call

Constellations synchronise in

scenic serenade

Soft stellar grooves aligning with

this beauty's Scheherazade

Effervescent empress of endless

erotic embodiment

Exuding ecstatic ebullience

enraptured in euphoric Elysium

Earnest emerald eyes of enriched

endorphins

Emphatically effective in

entombing my every emotional ebb

Her percussion voice tenderly

massages tense mind

Resonant touch melds into my

final resistance

Cries of joyous lecture diffuse

from our amalgamated architecture

Til we transcend the flesh and

feast upon our ambrosial essence

Skin to skin embedded as sin,

spinning into spirit within

Bodies tied with divine chords

and sensually stroked strings

Eyes locked with the musical

keys of a love composer's pupil

Flying on light waves of our

brains' orchestral octaves

Sweat drizzles in heady haze

from our bodies' active reign

- Evaporating as the heat of

friction shrouds our skins' sweet

contradiction

Psychedelic scent of perfumy

phemerones pervades palate

Staggering my mind, now I'm

falling ... falling

Folly how I thought I wouldn't

overcome my melancholy

Sorry I doubted my jaded stone-

cold mentality could transpose to

jolly

Night is the playground of

mythic romantics

Humans the unwitting subject of

their frivolous antics

- C. Watson