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PETTY POET Jun 2020
Like a scent of a rose in the morning dew,and as soon as I am awake my day starts only when I see you,usijali dear,mi husema we wangu milele so usiwai tense nitakuwa na wewe mpaka I.C.U,vile we hucoat my life na happiness...mi hufeel sawa adi kuliko maziwa mala,mi hufeel comfortable ka mguu ya masaai ndani ya akala,mi hufeel ata  kama si  kufanana basi tufaana,na juu si  huwa tumependana nipromise hatutakuja kuagana,figure ndani ya dera assurance nitafute nini  kwa akina vera,mpenzi,kama kupendana kwetu si  kibahati...basi usiwai taka tusort out issues na ugomvi,kama ulimi na mate endelea kuwet my days na smiles za dunia ingine,usiwai danganywa na rangi  ya thao ngiri  haijawai kuwa cute,from today mi ntakuwa nakuita Mary ndio nikipropose iwe,"Mary will you marry me",
#umeamka aje?
love_poet
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©2020
Andrew Duggan Sep 2018
I met two Vietnamese
men this morning,
just outside my hotel.
They invited me to drink tea
and flexed about philosophy.

One of them told me that
Le Quy Don was the greatest scholar
that Vietnam has produced.

The other one disagreed
and wanted to tell me about
Tran Duc Thao

“He’s a Marxist and traitor”
Said Le Quy Don’s man.
I just drank some tea and listened.

Now some say how can this be?
You cannot speak Vietnamese,
and their English is poor.

So I tell them I keep searching the streets
and I wonder about words.
And the next thing is that everything is still there.
A blast of colour is a silent world.
olang phesto Jan 2020
Berni chalo ler chieng
jiduto gombo bedo kodi
jolweny thao
jogoro goro
jo chwecho chwecho
poets ndiko
jogedo gedo
Ruothi nindo otamo
jothumbe gocho
chuo matek tek tho ne herani
erani loko chuo joneko
kona gima onego atim

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