Welcome to the Year 2010. It is a year that has started for many awfully with the winter,

Haiti earthquake and deaths all around the world. But at the end of the road there is always

light if we reach out and search for it.

Little Words

Little words make me cry

Common go ahead and try

Little words tell no lie

Like the simple word when I say goodbye
Little words tend to tease

Little words tend to appease

And when one says the word please

Life and love is given a new lease

Little words like sorry, don’t worry

Blossom slowly in little glories

And the moral of this story

Is that ‘sorry’ is often said in a hurry

Copyright 2009 – Sylvia Chidi

My Rock of Gibraltar

Rock, Rock

O! My Rock of Gibraltar

You are my heavenly altar

The doves sing, the white clouds dance

And the white waves at sea wave romance

And for the love of chess

Let me humbly confess

The way you move those chess pieces

Can mend anyone’s hearts broken pieces

Rock, Rock

O! My Rock of Gibraltar

With nature beautiful beyond wonder

The monkeys & birds are at home

They play about and joyously roam

And when I look at you it is clear

You are a breathe of fresh Gibraltar air

You touch my pawns, rook, bishop, queen, king and knight

My heart is racing, I think this must be Gibraltar love Alright!

Slaves of Food

Thick red blood veins bath in anger
The stomach grumbles in idiotic anger
A taste of food and out springs laughter
Triumphant moods commence again after

And it can be argued
We are all but slaves of food
Digesting away between interludes
Without food the mind is wholly screwed

We consume and wear different costumes
With food for thought and food of all sorts
We eat for the heart until it sets us apart
While the crumbs are often sought by rats

The pleasure one feels after a congested meal
That inner gratifying satisfaction is cheap but real
Toast, eggs and beans and it is work and work
Fruits, wine and cakes and it is talk and talk
Coffee or tea and eyes are conspicuously awake
A turkey roast and sleep is suspiciously at stake

We are all but slaves of food
I conclude with fluctuating moods
There is food for romance
There is food for the fools
Enjoy, eat fast, food never lasts, rewind and preview
Hungry mouths elsewhere regularly wait for its rescue

Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi

Sweet wine

Lets feast and dine

Sweet wine
Tickle my taste buds
Sweet wine
Sharpen my senses
Make them finer than fine

Sweet wine
Red and white stay in line
Till I give you the sign
That you are mine

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi      

Life is Chess

Lets play a game of chess
A game that could bring about stress
A game that could also depress
If you strive to win without success
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005

(It is strange we live in the 21st century and even in developed countries there is

still a high degree of sexism, racism and discrimination) This poem will not go down well with anyone who discriminates, is a macho control freak or a macho pig.

If I were a girl

I'll wake up each day

I'll tell myself to go and learn at school

No fancy mini-skirts, No acting cool as a fool

I'll play it safe with a boy

Simple jokes and simple joys

I’ll stand-up for only love and equality

Not for some stupid momentary flattery

These silly lines inspire only immorality

If I were a girl

I think you would understand

How it feels to be constantly disrespected

Treated as a feminine reject even if an intellect

Thought off often as a sexual object or project

I swear I’d be a much tougher woman

I'll take out my dustpan, Let everyone

Start slowly again from where it all began

But I’m just a girl

It feels like a pitiful spell

To be forever taken for granted

Whether I’m multi-skilled or talented

If I were a girl

There will be no wedding bells

Until I'm completely educated as well

I'll always take care of me

I'll always hold onto dreams

And any boy who says he loves me

Will have to work with me as a team

But I’m just a girl

And I don’t want a life of hell

I want to play with cars and not just dolls

And besides a boy I always want to be an equal

By Sylvia Chidi 

Can you see the woman in me? 

I am a woman
Generations of life are born out of this mother
I am a woman
So often my wise opinions and words are smothered

And with open honesty
I speak with modesty
Your sweet kisses flatter
You are to me all that matters

But sometimes when you look at me
I wonder what it is in me that you see
I suppose you can tell
That I got brain cells

But I ask,
Can you see the woman in me?
Is it a task for I wear no masks?
You try to keep me pencilled in a flask
Can you see the woman in me?

I am a woman with pride
My strength is a strong tide
My road is forever rough to ride
But when it is time to take sides
Behind dark walls, you run and hide

I am a woman with love
With pretty assets that curve
And when you give me the shove
I feel a thousand boxing gloves
Have hit me deliberately from above

I question,
Can you see the woman in me?
Come Sex, my name is always mentioned
Some Vex! When I try to be me and free 

Copyright Sylvia Chidi- April 2008

 Bubbles of Love

Tequila, Tequila! I wish to confess

There is something odd I wish to express

One day I had one shot too many for a penny

As my eyes opened up to 'Bubbles of love'

Bubbles of love

Bubbles of love

This awesome beauty that you possess

Your tanned skin calls for a touch of caress

Bubbles of love

Bubbles of love

Your succulent lips demand a kiss of finesse

And let’s not forget the sexy curves you possess

Bubbles of Love

Bubbles of Love

I will fight with words not fists and head butts

I can't help feeling all hot with no second thoughts

These feelings I wish sometimes to suppress

Because I play my life like a game of chess

I know youthful beauty fades as that is its trade

But your beauty merely radiates over man and hand-made

Tequila, Tequila! I wish to confess

Sometimes I do things in a little excess

It is you I wish to undress in your nightdress

While your chest presses against my bareness

 Rather than breaking loves number one code

By driving carelessly on slippery roads

For you I'll wear my heart on any of my sleeves

Kisses, romance, love, the whole lot we can achieve

 I see only 'Bubbles of love'

Beyond your smile, beyond your sexy little curves

I see only 'Bubbles of love'

In you, a ravishing blessing from above

Tequila, Tequila! I wish to confess

It is you I wish and want to process

One day I had one shot too many for a penny

And in you I saw my little American Princess

Copyright September 2008 - Sylvia Chidi 

Germany (Essen, Düsseldorf and Cologne)

Düsseldorf is the capital city of the German state of North Rhine-Westphalia. It is a beautiful town. Cologne lies on the River Rhine and is also nice in terms of its nightlife which includes a variety of restaurants, bars and restaurants. However these towns were not really bubbly during my visit. The streets were empty even during the weekends compared to the Streets of London or New York.

I get so many emails asking me about my poems and where I got the inspiration from. Well I get it from everywhere!. For example, 'O! My little girl is gone' came to me after reading about a missing girl in the papers.

One of my favourite poems I wrote was when I had a glass of red wine one erotic night and I was imagining how one would express love and desire to someone they liked. Hence my book which is copyrighted, I have titled 'After Red Wine'

Baby Love, walk with me
Baby Love, walk with me
Hold my hand
Set me free
With a single red rose, under a tree

I love your big beautiful blue eyes
And the way you wriggle those thighs
In the middle of the night I endlessly fantasize
Kisses, touches, moans - my dream comprises

Baby Love, walk with me
Please!
Baby Love, talk to me
Please!

Every single elegant day
Your centre stage is on display
In my own loving Romeo play
They say dreams do come true
Will you appear suddenly out of the blue?

I love your long beautiful smile
Long and beautiful as the River Nile
Your mesmerizing face tells many a tale
With successful conquests I wish to hail
When is it time for us to set sail

Baby Love, walk with me
Please!
Rock me gently
Please!

I love your dazzling strong hands
Kisses, laughter, adventures – the whole brand
It is this love of you I softly demand
Your eyes speak, they understand

Walk with me
Please!

Baby Love, walk with me
Kiss my lips
As I close my eyes

Unlock my heart with your key

Set me free
With a single red rose, under a tree

The next poem is based on some literature I read. There was a famous poet many years ago that used to entertain his king and some of his poems were comical but made mockery in a very degrading way of women.

Praise Women

Praise them! Praise Women!
I read his words, then I cried, O these lies
How can a woman’s love lie only between her thighs?

Foremost I admired him, his work was set on another stage
Later I concluded his words of women were words of rage

Praise them! Praise Women!
For on the faces of all women you can trace
The elements of sacrificial suffering in their gaze

To hear him say women are libidinous
Is not hilarious, rather I deem it as outrageous

The women we all know have it tough
Every aspect of their life is embroiled with rough
Life cycle periodic pains and yet enough is not enough
Their agonising vaginal birth anguish isn’t a bluff

Praise them! Praise Women!
Why curse the women that raise thee
Wait for you blindly in love while you are at sea
Aid you in your visions of where you want to be!
They bring us joy, love and peace
Something I request no one to dismiss

If only he could see their potential essence
He may have appreciated their very presence
On earth, women’s love is the voltage of balance
The very reasoning of all kinds of romance
They give rise to our population
By endless copulation and multiplication
Which in turn gives rise to all the nations

Praise them! Praise Women!
We need them in our mist!
For without them we cannot exist

Praise them! Praise Women!
Praise onto the women that raise thee!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

One of the first poems I wrote came to me by accident. I was driving on the motorway to work and suddenly the idea of writing about a happy drunk dawned on me. I wrote it and recited it to two of my brothers and they loved it. They were going to recite it to girls as if it was their own lyrics. So here is how it goes!

Drunken Life
I wake up on a Sunday Morning
To the sound of cars horning
Smelling of booze
And a particular ooze

No wash, no breakfast, no amount of food
Can put me in my desired frame of mood
All dressed
From yesterdays mess
I am ready to visit my favourite spot
This is where I once fought

A pub with loads of alcohol
Where I can stand up all mighty and tall
Six pints of lager
And I stagger
But hold on it is not yet over
For I am in Dover in my Rover
Prepared for a sleepover from any type of hangover

I am now boarding a ferry
As I am high and merry
To Calais a land of gold
For the old and bold so I am told
I am hoping to smuggle without a fine
6 cartons of cigarettes and 6 cartons of wine

This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk

6 shots of spirits
And I am ready to vomit
So I sit while I take out my kit
A special small emergency bucket
So I can pour out my juices like a rocket

People in the city
Look at me and feel pity
As I beg for change
What a shame at my age
I still want more
For this body is hardcore

This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk

With a bottle of beer in one hand
I wave it around like a magic wand
My head is spinning
I am no longer winning
I slumber to the street
My body has given up in defeat

This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk

I find myself waking up in a cell
Just as I dreamt that I fell
It is cold and freezing as hell
From my face you can easily tell

A policeman says to me
By the way I forgot to mention
Six more cautions
And you will spend the entire winter season
In one of the worst prisons

Please I say, I will not do it again
I may be stupid but I am definitely not insane
I am immediately released
As if infectiously diseased

Outside I think of some gin and tonic
And start to begin to feel quite erotic
Stop I say for today
I need to take a break
For my life is at stake

This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk

©Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005

 (Pictures by Shyandokht Nadianmehr(Copyright 2007) & Sculpture by Lesley Pover)

C.P. Cavafy

(1863-1933)

 Ithaka

 Translated by
 Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrar

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

People are always quick to judge and they are very gullible. Remember there are always more than two angles to a story.  And why do we judge? It’s simple, for many reasons. Sometimes because we trust someone, someone is our friend, there is also the element of ignorance, immatureness, jealousy, inferiority complex, vanity and the list goes on. My poem Justice does not cover this subject widely but it talks about justice. 

Do not judge." There is a righteous kind of judgment we are supposed to exercise—with careful discernment (John 7:24). When Jesus told us not to judge (Matthew 7:1), He was telling us not to judge hypocritically. Matthew 7:2-5 declares, "For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 

 http://www.gotquestions.org/do-not-judge.html 

Justice

For those who reap us of thousands of grand’s
Lavish their wealth on treasures of the land
Justice often does us no right on this stand
For it gives the culprits only a helping hand

Justice is sometimes wrong
Justice is meant to be honour
Justice is sometimes strong
Justice is meant to be society’s formidable cure

With words I can create drama
With written words I cannot stammer
But Justice will do us no right in this drama
For I am called black but I got a white mama

 In vain I see no reasonable sense
In this precluded abstract nonsense
And as Justice wears again its white robes
I sincerely hope that it will always accurately probe

Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi