"colubrine" poems - Hello Poetry

It is only a big fool that marries from a matriarchal family And a heavy-weight duffer marrying from the matriarchal clan There is always a poisonous cobra, mamba and adder in the matriarchal Beauty. Snaring like calypso to thrash the callow ridden odyssey in the lover As it went for the stooges in Kenya blind to the colubrine station falling in love With daughters, spinsters, wenches, damsels and brunetes of matriarchal heritage They were swallowed by the inherent colubrine queen at the bottom of matriarchy It swallowed them all, lawyers, warriors, merchants, politicians, beggars, billionaires, Lordships of top-notch corporations, gurus of research, legends of foot-ball, din magnates Negroes, Asians, Britons, Teutonic, Luos, Mulmbe men, Mijikenda and all that had money, Their kinsmen and tribes now grieve in a song, Chanting the song of loss in my mother tongue; Sialile papa!sialile papa! Sicha esirove! Sialile yaya!sialile yaya! Sicha esirove! Wanangali wa wabaseve,Niiye wamulile! Emenyele buli abira! yakhaba mukisumu! Ese beve! ese beve! ese beve!ese beve! By-Alexander Opicho (From Lodwar, Kenya) [email protected]

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC

alexander-k-opicho

The Cobra in Matriarchal Beauty

It is only a big fool that marries from a matriarchal family And a heavy-weight duffer marrying from the matriarchal clan There is always a poisonous cobra, mamba and adder in the matriarchal Beauty. Snaring like calypso to thrash the callow ridden odyssey in the lover As it went for the stooges in Kenya blind to the colubrine station falling in love With daughters, spinsters, wenches, damsels and brunetes of matriarchal heritage They were swallowed by the inherent colubrine queen at the bottom of matriarchy It swallowed them all, lawyers, warriors, merchants, politicians, beggars, billionaires, Lordships of top-notch corporations, gurus of research, legends of foot-ball, din magnates Negroes, Asians, Britons, Teutonic, Luos, Mulmbe men, Mijikenda and all that had money, Their kinsmen and tribes now grieve in a song, Chanting the song of loss in my mother tongue; Sialile papa!sialile papa! Sicha esirove! Sialile yaya!sialile yaya! Sicha esirove! Wanangali wa wabaseve,Niiye wamulile! Emenyele buli abira! yakhaba mukisumu! Ese beve! ese beve! ese beve!ese beve! By-Alexander Opicho (From Lodwar, Kenya) [email protected]

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You said a lot that I heard, Yes I heard, I heard and I heard!!! From the tandalum to the pendulum Means of communication! That's how it spread. In denial like always Change is a rare gem with man of your cabiler How your canard reduce your knowledge I thought meliorism would make some impact Never knew you're a colubrine Now nothing is obfuscate on your side! "Dija Jr"

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC

khadijah-jr-sambou

You lied

You said a lot that I heard, Yes I heard, I heard and I heard!!! From the tandalum to the pendulum Means of communication! That's how it spread. In denial like always Change is a rare gem with man of your cabiler How your canard reduce your knowledge I thought meliorism would make some impact Never knew you're a colubrine Now nothing is obfuscate on your side! "Dija Jr"

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with a broken jaw and a broken spine he tries to tame the gnawing unhinged, colubrine he claws for claret, cherry blood sloughs his futile, far loves sinks his teeth into the silt mud swiping bugs from widows web-spin perhaps I'd never reach my anthesis perhaps I'd never shed my dead skin like he crawls along the leaves all the rest crawls from his sleep in late hours he thinks of me

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC

touka-kouka

hungry

with a broken jaw and a broken spine he tries to tame the gnawing unhinged, colubrine he claws for claret, cherry blood sloughs his futile, far loves sinks his teeth into the silt mud swiping bugs from widows web-spin perhaps I'd never reach my anthesis perhaps I'd never shed my dead skin like he crawls along the leaves all the rest crawls from his sleep in late hours he thinks of me

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