Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Old brick buildings
New little cafes,
If walls had eyes
Would they remember
What used to be there?
Barista calls out,
“Black coffee for Joe”
And the walls reminisce
About when it was a barbershop.
And Joe was in
Every week for a shave,
Maybe Joe remembers too
And it keeps him coming back.
– Vagabond Prophet
Taco Tuesday
It’ll have to do
Until we can move to
The motherland.
Storefront signs shining
Long before the sun
Long before business hours
Long past bedtime.
Don’t they know
They get paid by the hour?
This is a good way to burn out.
– Vagabond Prophet
Almost March
The earth starts thawing,
Things once hard with cold
Get soft and bleed water.
Water covers everything
In little glistening trails,
Please whet my appetite
As I thaw
I’ve been frozen far too long.
– Vagabond Prophet
Coat my throat with velvet
Black as night
Smooth as silk
And thick as the table.
– Vagabond Prophet
Even in the dead of winter, I crack a window just to feel your breath.
Scribbling in the dark, just to chase away these stowaways.
Vagabond Prophet
Sticks beating drums
Under dim light,
Red finish on the shells
Glint of cymbals.
Strings being strummed
Chords being plucked,
Melodies sung
Stories told.
I enjoyed it so,
Moving the air
And it moving people.
Most of all I loved
People enjoying
Something of my creation
And always asking for more.
– Vagabond Prophet
A bride walks down the aisle
And all I have to show
Is a quivering smile.
I hold back the tears
Seeing her in splendour
Like I’ve done for years.
Truest beauty always seem to sadden
Reminding us we’re homesick
For somewhere we’ve never even been.
– Vagabond Prophet
I love you for your kindness
I love you for your eyes
I love you for your words
The way they’re shaped by your lips.
I love you for your joy
Seeing a black world in rosy hues,
Wishful thinking granted.
You’ve done the same with me
Helping me become more human
Every new day.
– Vagabond Prophet
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