The thin spiked yellow jeweled crown,
Fits tooth to grove on her head,
A marvel of opulent beauty,
Smokes out a seigneurial aura.
The garland blossoms on her head,
Sneezing a charm of yellows and reds,
A scenic ooze of mesmeric fragrance,
Matched by her ardent smile.
She wears the crown of my heart,
Rules the throne of my love,
With an unmarked affable affection,
For she has much love to give
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
Painfully the heart beats the chest,
Ember of lineal segregation will come out,
And the ripping blaze of fire will engulf,
Communal harmony consummating peaceful coexistence gulf,
Executing ethnicity, caste, creed and religion smithereens.
Patriot’s spirit yields serene backdrops,
Everyone permanently scribbling down the tales,
And if we don’t improve the stories,
Coming generations will be forced to clean up our mess,
Ending up in the question “what is peace?”
Peace is simply forgiveness,
End of hate, war or violence,
Abstinence of using violence to show our emotions,
Calming silence,
Endeavor to have unity in diversity.
Portrayal of Kenya’s flag is peace,
Entailing every magic spell of her climate, history and culture,
Appraised by her quick succession of seasons,
Culminated by the gentle sun and benign rain that softens the mind,
Endorsing peace naturally.
Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
As the simmering soup lets out a dreamy aroma of spices,
The scent wafts through the nose soothingly,
Leaving the lungs with lively flavours,
I guess that explains why we were bouncy.
“This soup treats a cold”
Grandma usually said while serving,
All the children could not withhold, The joy of visiting grandma in spring.
Her huge *** seemed bottomless,
Yes, she never bought a smaller ***
On the dinner table, the soup brought a sense of closeness,
The kind of love that cannot be bought.
As I slip in the memories,
The side of my mouth subtly curls up,
Summing up the thought of copacetic spring medleys,
And taking the soup in place of the syrup.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Do they betray my overwhelming love for you?
What do you see when I am all smiles?
Does it paint a ray of sunshine on your face?
What do you feel when your head rests on my bare chest?
Does my heartbeat send shivers down your spine?
What do you feel when I hold you tight as we walk abreast?
Do you feel my heat running through you?
What do you like when you taste my lips?
Does my lips melt your wall?
What do you like when I send my velvety touch on you?
Does it rise the hairs on your skin?
Response
What do I see when I look in your eyes?
I see your soul in your almond shaped eyes.
What do I see when your lips curve in a perfect smile?
The world is a better place when you smile.
What do I feel when your head rests on my chest?
I feel the telepathic connection in every heartbeat.
What do I feel when you hold me tight in your arms?
Amazing how time flies when I am in your arms.
What do I like when I taste your strawberry lips?
The taste awakens my soul without pause or doubt.
What do I like in your deep hearty touch?
That touch has made me a poet.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
The full moon gazed blindly upon us,
Its light peering through every crack and crevice,
I grabbed your hand and sprinted near the cliffs,
Both of us panting once we reached the palm trees.
We could feel the sand blistering on our feet,
Wallowing and clutching at each other to feel the heat,
We fell down together on the crystalline sand,
And the shooting stars obeyed the command.
Your eyes, framed by long lashes,
Were irresistibly charming with bright glows,
The constricting coldness in its pupil drew me in,
Yet still betrayed your creamy feelings dripping.
You then started to turn slowly,
Your cheeks first, very chubby,
Followed by your lubricious lips,
It graced against mine with a brush of our eyelashes.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC