Love Hope

There were ten endless years of wait
Which in them did hide hope as bait
Picked and swallowed were blown in a second
Gone is the mansion of such a fecund
Hope
Dope
That once turned our desert green
Now turning our green bloom grim
With eternity to say who was right
Not remembering the endless years of fight
With despair it will never come to pass
Which did and our lesson learned out of class
In which the school of life reserves no formula
To grace the lives of those who swear by the kola
Throwing its peelings to tell our future
Or cast a look at our woe like vultures
Tending to a wounded game on the highway

As hope on us preyed in our wait; such they pray!

THE LUNCH HOUR

Oh Dear, Thank God
The time has come once again.
And now, the buzz will begin.
Reminiscent of sounds
of bees making honey
in the deep silent jungle.

The 12th chime of the
hour clock is a “whoops”
for the Aussie stomach

A time of great expectations
And even greater preparations.
Where the choice of a lunch box
is as important as its contents.

Missing the lunch hour
is unthinkable.
Having no plans for it
is unforgivable.
A cardinal sin against “tete - a - teteing”

A perfect time to romanticize
the act of eating, and
squeeze the final drop of gossip
from unsuspecting lunchers.

A time to escape the
pressures of “officialdom”
and boredoms of work!
This, I suspect,
the prime reason(s)
for such enthusiastic
embrace for a subset of worktime.

The aussie lunch hour
Is a spectrum of
changing emotions.

From that of great expectation
To that of greater trepidation
as the last chime of the hour
hits the pit of the stomach.

The shuffling gaits back to work
contrasts the happy strides
towards the Lunch hour
A sad ending to such happy beginnings.

Oh dear, Dear God.
How time flies!.
As back to Work beckons


©UCHE

THE GIFT OF YOU

Love in its truest form
Has no language or words,
It just has a thousand and one actions

It makes a weak man brave
And a king step off his throne

Love symbolizes eternity
And wipes away all senses of time and distance,
Removing all memories of a beginning
And all fears of an end

It is sweet, delicate, and dreamy
An eternity of gorgeous moments.
Sitting snugly like a piece of art,
Where even the tiniest stroke of paint
Is simply beautiful.

Love resembles a bright flame
That lightens a dark starry night
Created not to reside in hearts
But to be given away.

As this lonely valentine approaches
My memory is filled with images
Images of our love and affection
Of moments we have shared
And will share.

I treasure each and every image
More important, I treasure the gift of you
For I know deep within me
To find true love is rare.

©UCHE

ILLUSIONS OF DISTANCE

The distance may be a thousand miles
But hold on my baby,
The cuddle is just beyond the horizon.

Night after night I dream of you
Yet, these illusions are insufficient
As the pain of our distance remains
As constant as the setting sun.

Never before have I felt this way
A whole new feeling
Eating sweetly yet deeply
Into my very being
The pressures and tensions mounting
As you stand lovingly in the distance
Waving the ace for my release.

I love you
Wait awhile for me
I will be beside you
Soon and forever,
This I promise.

©UCHE