ECONOMICS OF LOVE

In supply and demand markets,
You are my invisible hand,
With you I am at equilibrium,
 No surplus, no deficit....my Love.

 Together as Romeo and Juliet,
The principle of variable proportions is void,
I find our love increasing marginally,
Returns increases irrespective of ceteris paribus...

There was no restriction to market entry,
Demand had met supply,
we built out everything in assumptions,
But our love was constant and that I treasure.

Prices may change and currency depreciate,
But one thing I know, substitution is not an option,
You know our love is jointly demanded,

Growing towards maximum satisfaction, no saturation.

I experience such a steady economy with you,
During short, medium or even long run,
There could be inflation or even recession,
But there is no gap for such a strong brand_us.

You make the impossible possible,
Creating a natural monopoly to my heart,
I have an hypothesis, can we make it a theory?
Together, won't we create such a great model?

 

LauraLizzB 31st January  2017

THE DAD I CELEBRATE

In my beautiful eyes,
Seeing an hero in all ways,
One that never betrays,
Whose accomplishments to date displays
In the lives of the impacted

In you I found a friend,
Memories in my life you made,
Your love is just amazing,
One worth an accounting,
Too sealed to be un cared for.

You treasured my safety,
Growth, success and achievement,
Climbing higher than you could bear,
With mind to validate my dreams,
And make my life surpass.

Self-denial was your style,
Selflessness demonstrated in all miles,
With a vision and a mission,
To furnish the future of your scion,
And accomplish my minds’ eye.


Never did you spare the rod,
From infancy to adult hood,
I thank God for your disciplinarian,
Always insisting on morality,
That was a path not to be violated.

It pains me more,
Seeing your strength gone,
But I believe in a Rapha,
Who heals and restores,
And makes new beginnings,

I always make my observances,
And petitions to our Lord,
To cut off all your pain,
Heal your body,
And restore your strength.

Anticipating to soon seeing you papa,
Your health renewed once more,
That you may pluck and feast,
The fruits of your deeds,
As you enjoy the good of the land.

 ****Laura Lizz Bettie November 17th 2014****

GONE TOO SOON DEAR

They say all things happen for good,

They say time will heal, they say there is a reason,

But really, is there any reason for this?

 Will time really heal??

Nothing in this world,

 That grieves my heart this much,

 Like your departure Eric,

Very tormenting and heart breaking,

A gift gone too soon I say.

I have had the longest hours to say,

Since the reception of that life changing call,

I can't imagine that you are no more beautiful heart stopped beating,

Gone never to come back again.

Why bonds break I know not,

 Imagining it is such a night mare,

Taking my mind back to the memory lane,

Of days we've spend together,

 I will it was only a dream.

 Auntie wished to see what you'd have become,

Probably a pastor, a doctor or even a president,

 I believed there was a seed of greatness in you,

Auntie prayed for you and your future,

But lo! You just breathed your last.

Are there nannies in heaven?

Who will look after you?

Patient enough to feed you?

Will they play with you to see you smile?

Or you'll love the tune of the praising angels?

 I wish this was just a dream,

If only you have gone on a journey,

After which you'd come back home,

But then you are not on a journey,

And this is a painful reality.

Time to grieve and to weep,

 My heart has found it hard,

Even to let the words out of my mouth,

For many questions are unanswered,

But I'll let my heart cry out the weight,

As I let you to rest in peace. 

(For my nephew, Eric Mwendwa, Gone too soon, R.I.P Auntie will miss you. Laura Lizz B, 19^th March 2016)

UGLY FLOWERS

Slowly and attentively,
I read the note anxiously,
Having waited for months,
The arrival of the oath.

Passionately and keenly,
I scrutinized every paragraph,
Ensuring that the sentence,
Was understood in silence.

Did I say I shed?
As each sentence sunk deeper.
Each word piercing my heart deeper,
Much deeper than the former.

My weak heart skipped a beat,
My mind raced in heat,
Sweat glands disappointed not,
As the weather turned to be very hot.

I confirmed I was not dreaming,
Reality was checking in,
Expectations miscarried in bits,
As my only hope flee to the streets.

Hopelessly I walked away,
Desperation had found its way,
When honey becomes bitter,
And flowers turn into thorns,

I raced into my little abode,
Where I have always found comfort,
Hiding my swollen eyes under the blanket,
As I actively engaged my mind and heart.

The moment of I wish,
Are times I dont miss,
If only I had power,
To set ablaze the ugly flowers,
And destroy the appended stamp!
Turn them to a beautiful garden ! 


Laura Lizz bettie- October 2014

SON OF MY MOTHER

Did you have to be that merciless,
Acting like an animal who's heartless,
showing everybit of your ruthlessness,
Even to that damsel who's yearless???

She begged for your mercy all through,
crying that you may hear her through,
But you couldnt listen until you were through,
For you maximised in enjoying your self all through,
never minding her geographical undevelopment

Time to pay found you in,
But what did you do again?
Threw you dollars to whoever cared,
That your autonomy may be guaranteed,
while your prey swims in the river of despair,
with no hand of relief to lay on

Oh son of my mother,
how long will you wander in the wilderness of delinguency,
always appearing clean yet unwashed,
Coz you use your wallets to have you cleaned

one day it will dawn to you,
that they never had you cleaned,
only covered for some time,
waiting for the stinchy smell afterwards,
It will be too late,
coz rotting will have done its best,
and your pound will not save the day,
On son of my mother,
yes my other mother...... 

Laura Lizz Bettie-January 2014

MY FLOWER

It has been a long time now,
over two years I know,
peeping through the window,
admiring the glow,
of the blessings overflow.

In summer and in winter,
always desiring to enter,
visualising on the encounter,
dreaming it would be better,
For 've always compared to an hunter,
not ready to play blunter.

my flower 've been watching,
my eyes 've been feeding,
To blossom 've been waiting,
And now I come picking,
Forever 've been longing,
The dawn of owning.

From today and forever,
I promise to endever,
Never to let you wither,
But to blossom each other,
In all types of weather,
For you are my only flower.

Brightest of all you are,
And no other can compare,
Your beauty is rare,
our allegiance we shall share,
And a promise of my care,
For you are my only flower,
To blossom forever,
And brighten my future. 


Laura Lizz Bettie-February 2017

LIFE OR EXISTENCE

Is it wonder or wander?
Of the thoughts am now under,
Is being a being a pretender?
And that am trying to ponder,
Making my research broader,
To extend of crossing the boarder.


In the wilder est of my thoughts,
That at times peep during the nights,
When I have offed all lights,
And freed my thinking rights,
Often sailing to greater depths,
Occasionally calmed by the morning twilight s.


Time, again and again
So sharp like a knife,
Dividing regions, quos and quotas,
Only oxygen left to unite us,
And death being the common to all,
Cos it never chooses but affects all

When it comes to trusting and getting trusted,
A fact my analysis is always interested,
The conduct of the trustee and the trusted,
Frequently I have observed a breach of contract,
Leading to bleeding of hearts,
Resentment, hatred, regret and denial it attracts.


When the key lines are broken,
Ones heart feels forsaken,
With senses much more awaken,
The reality cannot now be mistaken,
Even though so much is unspoken,
The spirits tend to get sunken.

Is that what they call life??
Spirit, soul, mind and flesh in strife?
Beings behaving like wildlife?
And the mind just like a housewife?
Tied to the standards of so called world?
With no reference to the only word??

        ***Laura Lizz Bettie 2015***

LIFE ON THE EDGE

We all address it by one name, life,
Many a times accompanied by lots of strife,
At times sharp as a knife,
Hitting to the very best we preserve


Learning to live is learning to be immune,
With all the economic misgivings,
Our greenback always on a sagging curve.
And the financial prudence detoriated.


Contention, the order of the day,
Daily assassinations having their way,
Our relations washed up everyday
Is there any one who cares???


Big, small, men, women young and old ,
Helplessly lying in the rooms very cold,
And this we call news to the world,
While the felons freely mince their gold.


Scores, tears have become their villets,
Mourning the agony of losing their Romeos,
Others maimed during the boots,
With which they have to live with for aeons.


The once healthy beings turned pale,
Once bread winners turned beggars,
To many hospitals become their new homes,
And this comes with free heavy medical bills.


Do we admonish the state??
Pick blame and gaze forces?
Who can counter claim the million questions,
Haunting the minds of the population???


***Laura Lizz Bettie 2015***