Groans from Darkness

Groans and cries

Clearly I did hear

Emanating from darkness

Dried stiff of cheer

Whose soul in torment

Whose heart is in pains?

Is there a mind somewhere,

Troubled in sorrowful chains?

 It was a torturous night

Sticky and sultry hour

It was dark all around

Of the unfaithful, deserting power

The fans were silent and still

The humid sweat broke my sleep

I walked out to the verandah

For a piece of rest to keep

Looked out of the window

In search of a little comfort

In vain, that was the moment

Voices floated to disconcert

O Father, who art in heaven

What is Thy will for me?

Are there groans and sighs

I fail in my selfishness to see?

Xavier Bage

Thurs, June 30, 2016

If There was a Wee River Nearby

If there was a wee river nearby

On its bank I’d walk,

In company of the cool breeze

With the waves I’d talk.

If there was a wee river nearby

Beside my home flowing,

I’d see the dancing sunrays

Upon the water glowing!

If there was a wee river nearby

And some trees on its bank,

I’d sit leaning against a trunk

Weave words to God, to thank.

If there was a wee river beside

Even if small like a stream,

It’d add new cheer to my life

To my eyes a fresh beam!                    

I don’t want any present

For my next birthday, Lord,

Give me a little river, if you please,

To sing me daily in sweet chord!

Xavier Bage

Mon, June 27, 2016

With Majesty Endowed

What do you expect

Of a doctor who passed his tests

Using underhand process

Won’t he be a peril to life

When the sick approach him for cure?

Of surgeries won’t he make a mess?

What havoc can a driver wreck?

He who acquired his license

By means of grease

He might break limbs

Send pedestrians flying

Compelling their travel to cease!             

Will the thief stop stealing

When in majesty bestowed

To occupy the throne?

Yes, because he might consider

All wealth and treasure

To possess and enjoy as his own!

Another scene may present

That he might continue his trade

Troubled by a legitimate fear

That all his good luck

Might come to a dismal end one day

Then he’d have enough to cheer!

Xavier Bage

Fri, June 24, 2016

Selfie

 

Selfie, O Selfie!

What an invention!

What a luxury!

Marvelous

The pool in the palm

For the new Narcissus!

A magic eye

To capture my gesture

Over social media to fly!

A fantastic show

Serving its master and mistress

A slave to stand or bow!

Can make self sink

In deepest deathly waters

At the quickest wink!

 O beautiful superstar

The craze of the time

Wonder how long, how far!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, June 23, 2016

They're accusing Us

They’re accusing us of littering

 the plastic shreds

On the play ground

What wrong did we do?

What crime did we commit?

Us guilty they’ve found!

The whole village is strewn

With plastic pouches

Of all colors and hue

I selected one with smell

Of my special taste

To play under the sky in dew.

Me and my friends in moonlight

Played “flesh stealing” game

While we guard the homes

That’s what we dogs do

Do they want us to stand still

Like silent lifeless gnomes?

You understand our language

So to you we pour down

The sorrows of dogs’ life

In our short span on earth

Do we have much luxury?

Some pats and bones after much strife!

If they care for plastic pouches so

Why don’t they bury them

Under soil out of reach?

But after years of devotion

I know, they love to litter         

Be it play field or beach!

Xavier Bage

Wed, June 22, 2016