Michael Mubitta

Procrastination is like a credit card: its a lot of fun until you get the bill.

Christopher Parker

Oh! Goodbye to you my good old friend.

You who’s life did sadly come to an end
In the most gruesome of ways
At the cruel hands of boys
Never want you to see better days.

You who many a good times i did with spend
Basking in the presence of your light
For you always followed the way that was right
Even during times when it was not bright.

Oh! Goodbye to you my good old friend.

For now only, for surely in the end
You and i shall meet again in that place
Which high up in the sky has its face
Looking down on people of many a race.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

This poem is dedicated to all of us that have lost someone close to our hearts.

It goes out to all those that have made our hearts their homes but have simply left to go gallivanting across the large, unknown world of death in search of a longer lasting breath.

Mostly, it goes out to my good friend Michael Mubitta who recently lost his life before he could even make a plan to get himself a wife.

My life is a little less dimmer without the light of your shining personality.

Know that you will always be remembered by me, my pen as well as the pages of poems that will live through the ages.

Buy me a pen and paper?


To Times

If you light a lamp for someone, that same lamp lights your path.

There are times, when I’m wide awake in a state of sleep.
Times when in the midst of a bad dream, I can see deep-
Into the soul of a world so sad it cannot tell,
The haven of heaven, apart from the ruin of hell.

Then there are times, when I’m asleep in a wakeful state,
So that I must be dreaming with my eyes open wide,
To see the vision of a knight riding on a mare-
On a quest to quench the thirst, of that us did try to scare.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Men met me in my many moods

The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.

Vidal Sassoon
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many men, met me in my merriment.
smiling, with joy that must be heaven sent.
by the Gods themselves--in a good mood--
that made melancholy begin to brood.

when i felt the joy of being in the now.
i felt deep down i wanted to shout out 'Wow!'.
Wow! how good it feels to be in this mood.
that makes me feel i do not need food--

to eat so long as i can feel the heat.
of the suns rays on my ebony skin.
or the warmth in the body of my kin.
who is to me what toes are to the feet.

men, met me in my many states of mind.
they met me when my joy was on a grind.
and they met me in the bleakest of times.
when my happiness could not move his limbs.

some men did meet me in the early morn.
when my thoughts were still a wee-bit forlorn.
because my melancholy mood was just--
now beginning to show some signs of rust.

when i felt almost as black as the night.
i wanted to gobble up the rest of the light.
so that you no longer see what is right.
in front of you even though it is bright!

© 2019 The Poets Peace