Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now...
It’s an impossible thing to tell a boy not to love a girl Impossible to train his stuttering lips to speak or still the ticking of his heart when a dam breaks within him and his blood rages like an untamed river Impossible to say the least to slow the...
Beneath your skin, Dark and lovely connubial vials Hold ancient songs buried in liquid deep A serenade in the Serengeti A sunrise on distant hills Shedding light on black and white A myriad of hopes drown in murky waters As my soul holds yours against the tides We are the...
One at a time is the step of life Take a leap when you get to a pit Else, down the pit you’ll dive When you resurface your bearing is lost. Slow and steady is the race of life Never look back ‘cos it’s lost and gone When you meet...
I toil night and day leaving no room for rest; For I thought to myself, ‘Rest is for those whom idleness have impressed’. So I turned an owl at night and a jaguar during the day But who gets to enjoy the toils? When hours of labour take its toils?...
No Poetry could… Describe the beads of sweat, That form rivulets on Lamy’s back like dew. Explain how joy overflows In tears from eyes that have held sadness. Fathom how a beating heart Fragile in its beat holds promise of tomorrow. Describe how the waking sun Rises from the east...
At fifty six, What song could we sing? When wheats are so few, And bowls hardly get their dues? What song could we sing? When feet are feeble, And hands sag, While the mouths gape for a fill? After five of ten and six, What song could we sing? Of...
Echo remains where… Hearts used to beat Laughter filled the air Songs had wings Skies had rainbows Rivers held fish Mountains stood proud Trees danced a tune Winds blew the flute Dawn stayed too long Dusk was a myth Kisses held fire Eyes mirrored desire Dreamers found sleep Wayfarers had...
What is you take on poetry and simplicity? Should poetry be simple or should high sounding words, complexities be introduced? “Some people think the poem’s beauty is in the cloaking and the use of large words. I think it’s in the weaving of meanings into meanings such that the reader...
Love should be easy I’ve read the tales I’ve heard the songs If love be easy If it be missing you with every stroke of the clock Then I love thee truly If it be the butterflies Invading my stomach Then I love thee crazy If it be the spark...
