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Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
There Was A Baby in A Manger,
Whose divine life was in dire danger,
Of a prophetic destiny born
bound for crucifixion to mend the lives torn,
That biblical Baby in A Manger.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
There Was An Old Bird in A Nest,
At dawn,a weaver or nightingale at best;
But age had probably stolen every feather
Till he shivered a trifle under the weather
That sick Old Bird in A Nest
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
There Was A gorgeous lass in my Class
Whose dressing always outlined her ***, alas!
When she walked it was gracefully with ease
yet attracted glances like petals and bees
That enchanting lass in my class.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
There was an Oak tree in Kampala,
Whose leaves were always blossomed in color;
and its life was dumped to the dogs
When they cut it down for timber and logs
That ornamental Oak tree in Kampala.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
I think I was given a single lifeline
and I spent it on you, while you saved
yours for someone else.
*for it's a sad lifetime
for me after you pulled it off whilst you're
a butterfly and in joy you flutter by.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
Even when I know they're but unfinished stories,
accepted pain and acknowledged sorrys,
virtual realities reflected from mirrors of a lost paradigm
and engineered metaphorically vocalized  pantomime
even when I know that they're not the end of the road
(that there're even many more miles to walk)
or even  blossoms of life within a spectral pod
but merely a beautiful view of the vast and
rough ocean from the calm of a floret mental dock
through tinted glasses in pink of perception with utmost optimism
a fairy born of refraction through a phantasmal prism
even when the universe disputes the truism of a magic wand
I still fantasize about holding your hand
and matching with you through thick and thin
for better for worse, against the torrents from foe and keen
in turbulence of rage and storms of tears till we find laughter
until the bruises of souls and hearts shattered find mending
in the enema of our blending so we can have a happy ending
even when I know forever and for always is just a true lie
and we are likely to more than anything make us cry,
I still believe in pulchritudinous endings, in happily ever after
in you and I, in the beauty of wilting roses and those in the rain
in sticking together through the pleasure and pain...
Even when I know love is just a word,
we can lend it every meaning we've ever dreamed
I still believe in real romance, in the broken being fixed
in forever being now and now being forever
in never saying never, in you and I
truth or lie, do or die... roads and bendings
long as it's with you, I believe in Happy endings...
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
When it's your turn to love, even when you know that hearts break
you'll let them fall because that's what it is... a probability, sometimes
it works but sometimes it doesn't, that should not stop you though
embrace it if it's your turn to fall, sometimes it's from our hardest fall
that we find the forever we always fantasised... so fall, fall
when your heart says you should take the leap, fall when it feels right
fall when you see the abyss you trust can hold you in a cyclone of affection
fall when the voice in your head keeps poking you to stop holding back...
Hearts break, but they are the only apparatus that works even when it's
broken, so embrace your turn to fall, fall for those your soul does embrace
after all they say we lose more holding dammed our passions
than we risk losing entrusting the pearl of our hearts with those we love...
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