Bloodshed after the Birthday Party

 

In a posh spread of the city

It was a birthday party

A rich man had aptly thrown

For his doll cute and hearty   

The celeb’s teen daughter

Had invited her friends all

Boys and girls of school years

Had received her happy call

The revelers had their fill

Of fun, frolic and food

Even adult pegs were served

In tune with status mood!

But after the party so joyous

A boy in blood was found

Though taken to a hospital

To death his life had wound

What occurred at the car park

None claims to know further

The police say it’s an accident

But signs point to murder

Something is behind the wall

An act hidden or made to hide

Whatever the police might say

Sleuths can’t exclude homicide!

Xavier Bage

Sat, 29 July 2016

Smash Not a Tender Flower

Smash not a tender flower

Crush not a human person

When you can’t create life -

Have no right to break one!

You may abhor a cockroach

A frog’s croak you may detest

Dislike the long-necked giraffe

In monkeys don’t find any jest

Are allergic to a wall walker lizard

Or hate the feet biting ant

Slander a crawling millipede

Or mock a tank-bellied elephant

Respect the person before you

Though different he may look

He is made in God’s own image

Haven’t you read the Holy Book?

He may not bow his head as you

Like you his knees he doesn’t bend

Will you break his living knees if

To your dear ways he doesn’t mend?

Xavier Bage

Thurs, July 28, 2016

Confined

The children are confined

To the sick room upstairs

They have contacted rash!

Oh, the free squirrels of Eden

 Imprisoned in a punishing cell

They’re itching out to dash!

They’re bored to their bones

The spirits of the wild languish

Sadly, inside the four brick walls

Tick-tick the seconds move

Super lazy are the hour hands

No idea their run who stalls!

One, two, three, four, five

They are counting the days

21, beyond they don’t need

The period scribed by docs

For this curse to blow over

The advice they better heed!

Xavier Bage

Wed, July 27, 2016

The Complaint of the Little Bird

 

Outside my window in the bush

Sweetly sang the little bird

Today and many days in past

The heavenly song I’ve heard

In wee moments before sunrise

That awakes the godly and wise

She has sung to me oftentimes

The little angel with heavenly voice!

Her song has accompanied

 My many lone morning praises

When my soul in silent words

Its joys and pains raises

The offering of the dewed flowers

Brought down heaven’s showers

The little singer stood behind me

 Folded wings before God’s powers!

This morning she complained

You never write a poem on me

Am I too small a creature, she said

For your poetic eyes to see

You have written songs pleasing

On insects hidden in grass unceasing

Finding beauty even in cursed crawlers

Can’t you appreciate winged singing?

I did hear your hymn, little angel

The song that gave my soul joy divine

Wishing I had your pure spirit and

Praying for your devoted heart to be mine

But me a sinful flesh living among sinners

With a limping language that often falters

Oppressed by depressing limitations

Failed I have, to lift my pen up to write!

Xavier Bage

Tues, July 26, 2016

I Surrender Myself to Thee

I surrender myself to thee

I bring to thee this day

Whatever the day may bring

Your loving graces on me lay!

The day may bring me trials

It may present many a test

Hold my hand hold my heart

Give my worrying mind rest!

Myself I give to thee, Father

I submit all dear ones of mine                

May all of us be guarded, Lord

By your faithful angels divine!

Xavier Bage

Mon, July 25, 2016