tis christmas

On a light harmattan morning,
A gaily festivity descended on us,
And an aroma of carols filled all,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Christmas is a fulfilled promise,
Of God’s promise, His love,
Our hearts gladden with joy.
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

A christened celebration of gaiety,
With wishes and presents and you,
A greater love our earth rejoices,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

Merry tidings, we freely share,
As we’ve receive, so do we give,
To fulfil the vision – oneness of us,
Tis Christmas, the bells tolled.

flattery

Words, velvety pronounced;
To create an impression!
Tis not falsehood, she claims,
What then, my dear flatter?
An essential skill for survival;
Relentless flamboyancy-
To scrap my way through life.

The ways of flattery, alluring;
Words that come out of her mouth;
Theatrically polished and packaged-
To calm and loosen your nerves.
I warn thee, she is a sycophant;
To ensnare and consequently control,
Her phantasm and compulsion.

How can you live off words?
When they come cheaper by the dozen;
Peoples remarks, impregnated,
With intentions unknown.
Deeply captivate our emotions,
And sow in us thoughts and manners,
That formulates a character.

Chatter, natter, utter is all she does.
Promises of dreaminess;
Her offer on the table, O you,
Know ye not that, thou art beautiful,
And intelligent and wonderfully made?
Why do you feed off the scraps;
When set before thee, is a banquet?