Every day I watch
As you get bigger
My skin stretches
Accommodating you.
Every day I am amazed
At God’s creation
From a seed to
A human being.
I can’t wait to hold you
I can’t wait to have you
Watch you grow
Like I did the first.
Maybe one day
Maybe someday.
©thelma migue, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
HiGH Voltage Love...
The KPLC
would call it a power surge,
That triggered the
safety valve due to high voltage,
But it’s not a power
surge,
its love flowing in high voltage.
The people of Nyanza
would call it the river Nyando,
Full, during the rainy
season,
My Nyako, it’s not the
Nyando,
its Love overflowing, over its banks.
The lads in the army
would call it the hummer,
So strong, tested and
tried by rough terrain,
My apple, it’s not the
hummer,
It’s Love, like no
other,
Tried and tested.
The young boys would call
it a BMX,
The excitement of
owning one,
Dearest it’s not a
bike I just acquired,
Nah, it’s the
excitement of falling in love,
Of being in love,
With you.
©James Rabar 2009
would call it a power surge,
That triggered the
safety valve due to high voltage,
But it’s not a power
surge,
its love flowing in high voltage.
The people of Nyanza
would call it the river Nyando,
Full, during the rainy
season,
My Nyako, it’s not the
Nyando,
its Love overflowing, over its banks.
The lads in the army
would call it the hummer,
So strong, tested and
tried by rough terrain,
My apple, it’s not the
hummer,
It’s Love, like no
other,
Tried and tested.
The young boys would call
it a BMX,
The excitement of
owning one,
Dearest it’s not a
bike I just acquired,
Nah, it’s the
excitement of falling in love,
Of being in love,
With you.
©James Rabar 2009
My last breath...........
inhale exhale,breath in then out, remind me not of my past sin but let me regain composure,leting me know that my life will not be lost in vain,my pains remaio my own,so the dust may rise mixing with th ashes bring an end to the basic balance of life,cutting deep into my chest as i gasp on what could be my last breath,but it embodies nothing special inhale exhale,breath in then out,my last breath will be my greatest but i doubt it will last. . .thought bleed
Written by Yang 'qwey' Iro
Written by Yang 'qwey' Iro
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Untitled..........IN REPLY..........
Once, you asked me to be honest and true,
Not to lay my eyes on anyone else but you,
and i did.
Once, you asked me to stand by your side,
never to slide even on the treacherous slopes of life,
and i did.
Now when i am ready ,
never to asunder,
i feel betrayed,
why do you betray that which you cared most?
I know now,
That i have to break your heart,
as i burn mine.
Written by Kandie إسماعيل
This I asked
For honesty and truth
You gave me lies and deceit.
What you spoke
Did not come from your heart
But from your mouth.
When we were together
your eyes wandered
Cheated and lied.
My love turned to hate
I swore never again
To be swayed by love.
You already broke my heart
With your eyes.
This time we will both burn
In the sea of hate.
©thelma migue, 2009
(This is the reply to Kandie's poem)
Not to lay my eyes on anyone else but you,
and i did.
Once, you asked me to stand by your side,
never to slide even on the treacherous slopes of life,
and i did.
Now when i am ready ,
never to asunder,
i feel betrayed,
why do you betray that which you cared most?
I know now,
That i have to break your heart,
as i burn mine.
Written by Kandie إسماعيل
This I asked
For honesty and truth
You gave me lies and deceit.
What you spoke
Did not come from your heart
But from your mouth.
When we were together
your eyes wandered
Cheated and lied.
My love turned to hate
I swore never again
To be swayed by love.
You already broke my heart
With your eyes.
This time we will both burn
In the sea of hate.
©thelma migue, 2009
(This is the reply to Kandie's poem)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
My Love, My Heart.......
Never will I deny God my first love,
For He has given me one other soul love
Besides my own.
Our eyes which have seen the years of unsatisfied charity, will be no longer
The music your heart echoes makes my heart resound with lyrics
And the timing of our thoughts are like the sea knowing the shores
To find a mirror image with its own reflection never seemed to be a reality
But with a smile that sparkles like a star and passion that rises from our bones
We have found grace, beauty and strength.
I give to you this day, forever
My love, my heart for your own.
Written by Sheila Lesley.
For He has given me one other soul love
Besides my own.
Our eyes which have seen the years of unsatisfied charity, will be no longer
The music your heart echoes makes my heart resound with lyrics
And the timing of our thoughts are like the sea knowing the shores
To find a mirror image with its own reflection never seemed to be a reality
But with a smile that sparkles like a star and passion that rises from our bones
We have found grace, beauty and strength.
I give to you this day, forever
My love, my heart for your own.
Written by Sheila Lesley.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
HER SIN.
Fate was not on her side,
She used her senses
When she asked for help
They ignored her
Or pretended they did not hear her.
Some befriended her
Just to use her.
Every day she asked herself why?
Why me?
Was her daily cry.
Mummy abandoned her
Left her with her grandmother
Who died after a year.
She moved from home to home.
Sometimes she slept in the gutter.
She became a whore
Not by choice
Circumstances forced her too.
She was beautiful.
Her only sin……
She was born blind……
©thelma migue, 2009
She used her senses
When she asked for help
They ignored her
Or pretended they did not hear her.
Some befriended her
Just to use her.
Every day she asked herself why?
Why me?
Was her daily cry.
Mummy abandoned her
Left her with her grandmother
Who died after a year.
She moved from home to home.
Sometimes she slept in the gutter.
She became a whore
Not by choice
Circumstances forced her too.
She was beautiful.
Her only sin……
She was born blind……
©thelma migue, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Woman......
In her eyes I get my strength
In her smile I get comfort
In her her skin I get knowledge
In her voice I get to understand
In her food I get growth
This girl, this daughter, this mother, this grandmother. This woman...
Written By Yvonne Achieng.
In her smile I get comfort
In her her skin I get knowledge
In her voice I get to understand
In her food I get growth
This girl, this daughter, this mother, this grandmother. This woman...
Written By Yvonne Achieng.
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