Lady Lavinia’s Lover

Scene 1:

He is battling the  genes from a polygamist tribe

She is deflowered by a serial cheat

Scene 2:

Serendipity at the bookshelf

One look into each others eyes and alas, a reflection of self

Scene 3:

Subtle exchanges of pleasantry grow into a heavenly sin

 

© Heath Muchena, 2009


Home Sweet Home

There is no place like home
That is where I belong
They say that is where we all come from
God’s Kingdom – One they say he left a long time ago
Hope he will return, I know I will !
Why so?
Because only there
Will you see nature in its purest form.

© Heath Muchena, 2009


Why Wonder Why?

there are moments when I feel like giving up
even trying to make sense of this mystic existence

they say experience is the best teacher
but with experience I grow more eager

so I asked the sensei:
what can make this living simpler?

and he answered:
Why Wonder Why, Mister?

© Heath Muchena, 2009


Mahogany

Wrinkles like tree rings
Skin silky with a shiny brown pigment
Grey hairs like a cumulus over the savanna
And white molar teeth that remind me of
Mosi-oa-Tunya

You were always true to your roots
Trunk to the family tree
And I quote mama
“He has to get her blessing before he leaves”
Though now I’m in a distant land
Your words are still engraved in my heart
I am after all a bud from your graft
And on my life you have left a permanent  mark
And in my memory, I will forever hold on to a piece of your bark.

 © Heath Muchena, 2009


Dungeons & Dreams

I awake to
A soaked body and moist sheets
A dark room and a saturated bladder
And then I sigh in relief
While I’m still in a state of disbelief
Damn these recurring dreams
Deprive me of my sleep!

Why do I fight those I love?
And love those I despise?
Why do I see forgotten acquaintances?
And visit unfamiliar places?
These recurring dreams
Remain a mystery.

Should I seek a shrink?
Or just down, think and try make sense of it?
But why should I
Are dreams really clues to a missing link?
Or just remains of that, which we deliberately
Choose to not want to sync?

 

© Heath Muchena, 2009


The Milk Of Human Kindness

Strangers rendezvous
And if they share a common view
They might then pursue
Something out the blue

Seldom they regret
They ever met
Often  they do
But so did curiosity kill the cat

Time and place usually facilitate
Sometimes  it’s the date and or event
However, from my experience
It is mostly
The  milk of human kindness

  © Heath Muchena, 2009


Sunday Symmetry

On a sabbath day
I will tend to write less
Hence the haiku

© Heath Muchena, 2009