04.08.2019

It’s a beginning it’s an ending:

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Magical lights in the morning dew,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Sunset with warm colours of love,

Sinking deeper and deeper,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending, 

Shooting stars in the everlasting universe,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Cries of babies being born almost chocking as they breath for the first time,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Mourners shovel soil onto the graveyards,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Authors and painters signing their works,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Cameras capturing "the moment"making history,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Farmers planting their seeds and waiting patiently,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

Bombs dropping from the skies mocking women and children fleeing  wars,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,
MAN causing his own extinction
It's a beginning it's an ending,

Artists looking for solutions,

It’s a beginning it’s an ending,

I pick up the pen!.

Poem by

Milka .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 4th march 2022

 

CIRCLES :

 

From the day we are born,

We unconsciously take on a journey,

To explore the world,

We learn through our environment,

We seek answers to,

Who are we and where do we belong?,

Running in circles,

Searching for something to believe in,

Like gods, devils and Angels,

To fulfil our spiritual needs,

We keep searching for gold,

While we sit on goldmines,

We have eyes but without visions!,

Moving from one continent to another,

Forgetting that we are all humans,

We are not perfect,

But we are one race, one mankind,

One world, one love!,

We all have the same needs,

And want to be treated equally,

To be loved,

To be respected,

To be accepted just the way we are,

And to have a fair share,

As the earth keeps rotating,

We keep running in circles!.

 

Poem by

Milka mukiri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

07.12.2020

 

Rhythm in our veins:

 

 

Rhythm in our veins,

Rhythm in our blood,

Can’t you see? , 

You can’t take that away from us,

Passed on from our ancestors,

Can’t you see the negroes?!

Time has passed,

But the hate is still there,

See the negro dance,

To the rhythm of drums,

You have stripped him nacked,

Denied him a sit at the table,

But you can’t take this from him,

Watch that negro dance,

Passed on from his ancestors,

You can’t take that away from him!.

Poem by

Milka.

 

 

 

 

 02.10.2020

 

I don’t:

 

 

I don’t dwell on things I can’t change,

I take two steps back and reflect,

I don’t look at my past with regret,

I learn from mistakes and think of how far I have come,

I don’t fail,

I gain from every experience,

I don’t point fingers at haters,

I smile

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I don’t whine and complain,

I wake up everyday with gratitude and no pain,

I don’t revenge,

I forgive ,

Not to lose hope and irritate my soul,

I don’t compare myself to others,

I know am unique and no one can be me,

I cry at times but laugh more.

 

Poem by

Milka.

 

 

 

 

16.04.2020

The eyes of the beholder:

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, 

I say the beholder's beauty is when he or she can hear his heart skip,

when looking with curious eyes at every detail of nature around,

and       and feel every molecule of his intertwine with it,

it's looking at your scares and still be grateful of how they came to be,

not complaining not whining!,

it's accepting the journey as it comes, and never losing hope in adversity,

it's learning from each experience of the journey,

 and smiling every morning without knowing how the new day will end,

staring at the magical sunrise and believing in magic,

learning the language of birds,

it's saying I love you without words,

and lending a hand without expecting rewards,

it's believing in others and triumphing with them open minded,

and with honesty,

it's holding hands without touching,

and letting the dessert winds blow our kisses from one continent to another,

till we realise that we are nothing without love!.

Poem by

Milka.