Our Two Worlds


I am a magic man to her needs,
She is my shooting star in this world,
I am complexity in her honest life,
She is my peaceful spirit, so calm her love.

I am a wounded eagle, too confusing for her simple mind,
She is an open book, to my unlearned self,
I am a divided soul to her frail heart,
She straightens all paths, in this twisted life I lead.

I am unsure of love, this much she knows,
When she laughs, angels draw near and smile,
I have failed her once, twice and thrice,
She silences the hasty words of jealous critics.

I am but two-faced about how much I care,
Her love can bind us both, through difficult times,
I am her joy, her life’s unyielding hope, her beloved,
She is my purest dream come true; but her love belongs to another.

I am that which brings comfort to her folding heart,
She is that which I cannot seek out, and beloved! I cannot be to her!

By Julius Fa
© 2010

A Friendly Face….


A friendly face can make you smile, when things seem rough and hard to file,
A friendly face heal your wounds, just smiling back can lift your mood,
A friendly face can slow your heart, when life’s stresses seem so fast,
A friendly face is hard to miss, amongst the slum faces this world will give.

A friendly face can cheer your mind, looking deeply upon your face,
A friendly face was once a sight, now many miss it and sit and cry,
A friendly face is such a gift, so do not deny it and waste away,
A friendly face is all I give, the many seconds we stare and wait.

A friendly face this peom in time, so sit and laugh and learn to smile,
A friendly face this world once loved, but burdened faces the story now told,
A friendly face now will return, but grasp to hold it and become it,
A friendly face I grant you now, so lighten your face and brighten your smile.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Tell me a story…..


Tell me a story, what tales shall it have?
Will there be love, or characters shaped by life,
May I recommend a sunset nearer the ending,
Perhaps an atmosphere filled with salsa dancing in a Mexican nightclub.

Dim out the light and turn up the music,
Tell be about the hero if your decide to have one,
Will the story line be romantic or just another blood sport,
Tell be about the ending, predictable or complex?

Will you add comedy to the seriousness, or maintain the steady tone of a masterpiece,
Tell me it’s beginning and middle, allow me to fore tell it’s end,
Tell me a story, but keep it short and keen to digest,
Go on then my enchanted guests….Tell me your story.

By Julius Fa
© 2009

A Master Of Poetry….


He sits and reads, this vision of man,
No noise to trouble him, only imagines to please him,
The hall is dark, with light from a lamp,
He flicks the pages, his mood unchanging.

He takes a sip, sweet water his rum,
He draws a smile, the first we’ve seen,
His breed is trimmed, his hair gelled back,
His hands are thin, with power within.

He’s dressed so smart, with a tie so black,
His shirt starched white, with hints of grey,
A jacket to complete, his top hat to be seen,
This man of prey, the envy of our day.

He cracks a laugh, from lips long sealed,
With delight my words, have made him feel,
He grabs his pen, a mark to descend,
I sit and wait, with knees long bent.

The crowd is still, no cough is heard,
The cricks of wood, echoes as he ascends,
This critic of poems, now presides like a judge,
To seal the fate, of writers with a stamp.

The stamp on his left, a curse to our works,
The stamp on his right, a blessing to our existence,
He readies the ink, after digesting my words,
For a poem I presented, for the judgement of this Hall.

To the grasp of the gallery, he rises to his feet,
The air now thick, his brows now dense,
With hearts racing fast, he gathers his thoughts,
To the table he sits, with a stamp am undone.

A hand his laid, on my shoulder in haste,
A stamp will tell, my fate or dismay,
He musters his courage, a swing to his left,
A tear is seen, in my heart now breaking.

The crowd slumps over, with roars of appeal,
He lifts the stamp, a curse to the masses,
His judgement is made, to the death of my words,
He stands and dresses, this master of poems.

For hundreds have submitted, their poems for his favor,
But none have seen, the right stamp of approval,
For back we marched, to failure’s table,
But on he went, this master of words.

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Troubles!


I sit on sand, this beauty to watch,
I check around, for time is short,
I spot you there, with head slum low,
You look so lost, I start to walk.

I took a sit, beside you here,
The trees around, so high and strong,
I greet you still, you faked a smile,
I see you’re burdened, from tears within.

I broke the ice, with words of hope,
You sense my help, I see you smile,
You talk of fate, with all its ills,
You show your wounds, I feel its depth.

The view around, the colors so sound,
The breeze is light, the waves are calm,
The birds above, with songs of joy,
This island so real, our life to refresh.

You spoke you words, with tears of lost,
I offer my shoulder, with comfort to bring,
I have no words, to heal your burns,
I offer my ears, to strengthen your core.

The sun sets and the stars light up,
The waves roar and the wind blows,
Forget your troubles, rise and be counted,
For today you lived, that’s worth celebrating….

By Julius Fa
© 2010

Tell me a story…..


Tell me a story, what tales shall it have?
Will there be love, or characters shaped by life,
May I recommend a sunset nearer the ending,
Perhaps an atmosphere filled with salsa dancing in a Mexican nightclub.

Dim out the light and turn up the music,
Tell be about the hero if your decide to have one,
Will the story line be romantic or just another blood sport,
Tell be about the ending, predictable or complex?

Will you add comedy to the seriousness, or maintain the steady tone of a masterpiece,
Tell me it’s beginning and middle, allow me to fore tell it’s end,
Tell me a story, but keep it short and keen to digest,
Go on then my enchanted guests….Tell me your story.

By Julius Fa
© 2009

2009


Long ago, all men knew,
Time would come, all anew,
Pupils ran and women moaned,
The world stood still, the moon shone on.

Winter peaked, summer broke,
Adam laughed and Eve broke down,
Life so real, mind so free,
Cages emptied, rages ceased.

So long my 2008, behold my 2009,
Cold winds, frozen hearts,
Melting eyes, stronger days,
Prayers holding and mortals fading.

Arise my 2009, no harm to do,
Only laughter, joy and enchanted love.

By Julius Fa
© 2009

Shall We Dance?


Shall we dance, the humble voice proclaims.
Gently she arose from her loathly seat, dressed to impress, heels to suppress.
He walks ahead, confident and proud of his handsome frame.
She admires and grasps tightly his firm hands.

She was dress in a strapless Channel blue dress, cut short above her thighs.
He guides her past envious faces, hungry for her attention.
"This one is mine boys" he whispered in his head.
As he turns and their eyes lock and met,
She flashed him a warm smiles and lays her tender hand upon his right shoulder.

His response is immediate, no lessons does he now need.
On cue the smooth music starts, the jazz band almost asleep from the tones of the rhythm.
It was slow and effortless, lighten up the mood of the lovers here tonight.
Closer she moved towards his ambled chest, until her grace laid her fair head upon his chest.

He embraced her more, allowing no air to part their bodies.
She was lost in wonder, how could this angel of a gentleman offer her this dance.
What reward awaits him when the last string is played, shall we kiss, or hug or part with delight?
His mind was focused, his nose filled with her eloquent fragrance, rose petal and Jasmine, his favorite scent.

Her grip was tighter and mould round his muscular back, she felt every muscle through his Boss suit.
She withdrew slightly and gazed into his hazel green eyes, so deep, so fulfilling, so exotic…
His mind was racing and her heart took flight, wanting and longing for that enchanted delight…a kiss she thought.
As the music slowed to its final ending, the crowds parted and the room was filled with clapping and honor,
But our two star- struck lovers did not separate, but acknowledged their inner cravings and desires for a kiss…..

By Julius Fa
© 2009

A Request Is Made, Meet Us there…..


I’ll send a guide, to meet you there,
The place is near, your feet to rest,
He’ll show you stars, with wings so far,
You shed a tear, when beauty you meet.

Forget your faces, just wear your heart,
Lay down your fears, this path to take,
Just pray we’ll meet, upon this shore,
For soon you’ll see, the love I found.

Just walk on water, without a care,
Let warmth surround you, no cold to bear,
With songs above you, sweet smile you’ll wear,
Your spirit unbounded, so beautiful you look.

The wave of time, the moon to rise,
This moment to share, my love to give,
The guide marches on, the wind blows you,
Your strength grows, with steps so bold.

You seat on sands, soft to touch,
A drink is given, your courage is seen,
You look around, your eyes so calm,
You wait with hope, your prince to come.

With steps to light, my approach is silenced,
I bear a rose, for you my grace,
I brush my hair, with hands so faint,
I stand and stare, still stunned to declare.

You turn around, my smile to see,
Your face lights up, with love it seems,
I present my gift, your kiss my reward,
We sit and chat, this sunset to admire.

And so my readers, a request I ask,
To join us here, there’s room for more,
I sent a guide, to meet you there,
But will your follow, or decline and leave?

By Julius Fa
© 2010

The Elephant’s Walk!


I am this big, no tales to fake,
I walk this earth, no sleep to take,
With ears so big, your breathe I’ll hear,
With skin so deep, no air can break.

Around these grounds, my feet are sound,
When danger comes, my horns will fight,
When peace is done, my groans you’ll hear,
I turn away, when rats draw near.

I like to bath, where water surrounds,
I’ll drink through trunk’s, that feed me now,
A splash and wash, still free of charge,
No rent to pay, for this giant as come.

For all these years, my family as grown,
From ten to twelve, with tons to add,
We roam this land, where trees are found,
The lion knows now, no fear I wear.

The wildness is barren, from dust till dawn,
The lakes are smaller, till rain appears,
The hunters surround it, for lunch to be hounded,
The scent of danger rises, when meat is ate raw.

But a shot was heard, from the distance beyond us,
The site so red, from the blood now flowing,
We ran away, for a giant they slay,
To cut its tusk, these thieves called men.

I turned to charge, these sinners of earth,
They tried to silence, my groan with a bang,
With eyes so deep, my vengeance revealing,
The dropped their guns, to the stampede of my feet.

They ran so fast, like the cowards they are,
But did not see, the lion’s younglings in the grass,
The tripped in twos, only saved by their hands,
But failed to see, the hidden lion in the hay.

It took but seconds, for the kings to be fed,
For lunch came swiftly, upon crossing their path,
They hurt the young lions, playing wildly in the sand,
Their parents responded, tearing flesh from their bones.

And so I turned, watching lions with their feast,
The sun now setting, bringing day to an end,
For night now cometh, still I wandered without fear,
For I an elephant, wandering silently in the night.

By Julius Fa
© 2010