Monday, December 28, 2009

Glued To You..........

Your blush as I stare
my heart you leave bare
exposed to the clutches of your love
bathing in its purity like a dove.
Your eyes my ebony queen
reach to depths unseen
a touch of your silky skin
entices like tepmtations and sin.
Curves of your frame
put other girls to shame
you linger on my mind
with your enchanting beauty of a kind.
In your passion I submerge
with every kiss our hearts merge
that beatific smile casts a spell
in my dreams you augur well.
Cute feet;seductive walk
on days we meet;for intelligent talk
the rythm of your heart beat
swear on your brow in the afternoon heat
warmth of your hand at sunset.
The goosebumps you get
these things about you
glue me more to you.

Written by Eric Ochieng.....

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

MTEJA

My palms are sweating,
My hands are shaking
My head is spinning
I am so nervous.

I am not usually like this,
I am always excited
With a smile on my face
As I wait for the dial tone.

I pick up the phone
Dial your number
Then the dial tone
One…Two….Three…
Silence….

Then a voice says….
“The number you are calling has been switched off.
Numbari uliopiga imezimwa. Tafadhali jaribu baadaye.”

©thelma migue, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

Eternal Game........

Ours has always been the eternal dance,
of push and pull,
a game of curves and squares,
faith and mathematics,
one touch here,
another cut there,
and before long,
it is quid pro quo,
heart for sight,
scent for touch,
laughter for tears,
indeed tears of joy,
how benign,
how divine.

Written by Kandie إسماعيل

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Love and Hate:Error of errors

Doves by day, love by night,
heart break by sunset,
spades black with hate and hurt ,
vexed in the red sea of fatal passions,
etched elements masculine painted feminine,
best described; a touch of the divine, fire and water as one,
love and hate intertwined double helix,
At that nexus ,this is the story. Everyone's story,
at the very least those fortunate to see the light of day, the next day,
those careful to spread a smile for the morning sun
and shed a tear for the sweet caress of the subtle breeze,
soaked in memories pleasant sweet.
So we ask ourselves,
why heart,why love.

Written by Kandie إسماعيل

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

His Mark............

He left his mark on me.
With every word from his lips.
He had my heart sealed.
With every touch of his hands.
He had my skin branded.
He left me intoxicated.
With only thoughts of him in my head.
I'm zombie like tryin my best to forget him.
But the mark he left keeps calling out to him.
No one seems to erase it. Nothin can get rid of it.

Written by Carol Karey.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

UNBORN

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

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

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

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)

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.

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

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.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

WRITING ON THE WALL

Why is it so hard? Why does life have to be so hard and so cruel? Why did you have to go and break my heart? Wasn't it enough to cheat on me? What did i do to deserve this? What crime did i commit to be punished this way? These are all the questions Angie had in mind as she sat in the pub with a shot of vodka. In the dark, as tears rolled down her cheeks, as she remembered the scene like it was just yesterday.

It wasn't long ago that she was on cloud nine. Rolling, winning and dinning with the love of her life. Whenever they were free, they spent it together. Her life was so intertwined in his, she forgot her friends. She stopped hanging out with her click, going to her favorite clubs. His time was her time. His life was her life. She hang out with his friends, accompanied him to the golf club and watched him play golf and goof around with his friends. All the while she made herself look pretty and was at his beck and call. Angie get this. Angie the drinks are over. Angie my back is aching, i think i need you r magical fingers to rub my back.


It did not take David long to convince her to move in with him. Despite her friends and family warning her and trying to change her mind. In spite of her better judgment she moved in. In the beginning life was good. He came home early, spoilt her, surprised her with little gifts, candle lite dinners, little treasure hunts. As they got used to each other, things became slow and ground to a halt. He stopped calling to say he would be late. He would walk in late and not give an excuse or a credible excuse. The writing was on the wall but she refused to see it. She was too much in love.

One weekend she decided to go to see her mum. It had been long since she was home and besides they needed to patch things up. Her mum did not approve of David. Despite, the lovely greetings and catching up and a little convincing from mum. Angie decided to go back to the house to get a few clothes for the week. They needed to do some major bonding.

Angie was nervous wondering what excuse she would give David. He was having office friends over the week and wanted her to play hostess as usual. Knowing that he'd gone for team building over the weekend with his colleagues made it a little bit easier. At least she would break it down over the phone.


The house was quiet. She walked in and there was a weird smell almost like take out. He must have come home early and decided not to cook. She thought to herself. The house was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, the corridor, the sitting room, the dining, bathroom. What the hell went on here? Is it so hard for men to pick up after themselves? As she got closer to the bedroom the sound of mourning got louder. The door was a jar and the room was a mess. Clothes on the floor, the duvet and sheets on the floor. As her eyes followed the sounds, her heart stopped. Her screams caught in her throat, her chest began to feel heavy and her head felt light. The room started to spin, she reached out to grab the door to break her fall, then the room went black.

Angie woke up to find herself laying in bed and the curtains drawn. She got up to switch on the bedside light. Still in shock, it took her while to catch her breath and she was still dazed from the fall. She thought back to what she had seen when she walked into the room. Intertwined in the sheets, David and John locked in the moment of passion, tearing at each other. There was a third person or so she thought.

It would have made sense if it was a woman. But to walk in and find the man you have been sharing a bed with, sleeping with, sharing your life with and the one she loved with another man and to add insult to injury gay male stripper.

David walked into the room, an ice pack in one hand and John holding the other arm. The room turned cold. Angie stood up, anger in her eyes then began to sway again. David caught her before she fell and sat her gently on the bed.

David sat on the side on the bed and reached out to hold her hand but she pulled it back. Her skin crawled at the sight of him and all the love she had, began to turn to ice. So many questions flooded her mind.

“I am sorry you had to find out this way.” David said

“How long has this been going on? Why did you not tell me? Were you already gay before we met?” Angie asked

The questions rolled out one after another.

“ It all started when i was in high school. I had these feelings towards men. I tried to fight it. I went to confession and did penance. I knew i was different. All through university, i fought it. I thought i was cursed. I mean every guy in my class had more than one chic a night, while i was lonely in my room. I buried myself in my books. The more i fought, the stronger it became.” David continued

“ I did come out of the closet. Only my close friends and now you know about it. I am sorry you had to find out this way”. David said

Angie was speechless. There was nothing left to say.

As she packed her things and got ready to leave. She came across the pictures of their last vacation to the Seychelles. As she looked closer, something caught her eye. David was not looking at the camera, he was looking beyond. She took a closer look with the magnifying glass. She could not believe it. No wonder he looked vaguely familiar, he was the dude at the beach in Seychelles that David had made friends with.

The signs were all there. The disappearing acts, the little white lies, the disappearances in the middle of the night. All of a sudden John was part of the inner circle.

Written by ©thelma migue, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

She Did Her Best........

All she could think is “it's all my fault”
But was it her fault?
Did she deserve what she got
Was she in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Her body did not feel the same
All that she can remember is that it all hurt.

She did her best to scream .
She did her best to fight.

Now all she can ask is why me Lord
Do you hate me this much to let this happen to me
where did I go wrong
I prayed, I fasted and gave you thanks.

She did her best to beg
She did her best to plead.

Don't you even dare tell anyone
sweat, bad breath, insults is like a tattoo on her body
The hate in her heart is enough to burn the whole earth

She gets home
stands in front of a mirror
Goes in the kitchen
Pulls a knife from the drawer...

But was her best enough...

Written by Yvonne Achieng.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Surrender

Your lips on my lips
Your skin on my skin
Your hands on my curves
Your words in my ears
Your eyes locked with mine
You push me slowly on the ground
You slip your leg between my thighs
Inside I ask myself, do you feel the way I feel
After we do this will you love me more?
I surrender all, surrender with me...

Written by Yvonne Achieng

Friday, October 30, 2009

The truth About She's

A woman desires time off,

Sometimes she just wants to be to be alone,

Alone in her own world of silence.

A woman at times withdraws into her ‘shell’,

Don’t make the mistake of following her there;

It’s her ‘shell’ and hers alone.

A woman’s heart sometimes gets cold, much colder than the North Pole,

If th...is happens don’t worry, in no time her heart will be back to the tropics,

She is just being herself.

A woman heart is delicate,

Treat her gently or else she might break,

And you might see her no more in your nest,

A woman desires to feel protected and covered,

That’s why she will ask a man to walk her home or to the bus stage even if

The man in question owns no gun or is not graciously endowed with biceps.
A woman desires to be treated with respect and dignity,

She desires to be cherished, treasured,

And above all she desires to be deeply loved, by the man of her dreams.

©James Rabar 2009

Relationships.

Relationships are like roses
,they are beautiful before they die..
When they are in bloom they will make you smile,and when they're gone they will make you cry..
Red in the rose symbolizes passion&love,which only you can earn,Or perhaps a roaring fire,which can also make you burn
,what about the oth...er roses?what do their colours symbolize?
People choose to ignore the thorns from the rose that's far from plain,
Not realizing that even beautiful things can cause you grief and pain,yet being best thing ever!!!

Written by Sheila Lesley.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

WAS IT WAS I?

I am in one of those moods
I don’t feel like working
All I want to do
Is sit and reflect.
I find myself getting a pen and paper
The words run from my mind to my fingers
I begin to write.
I look up and look at you
The smile on your face
The love in your eyes
You reach out your hand
Touch my face
Caress my lips
You bend your head
Kiss me
That deep sensual kiss
That makes my heart melt.
Tears cloud my eyes
The words won’t come out
You don’t have to say it – you say
You read my thoughts
This time I know
I am not going to self destruct
It will not be like the last.
It will not die
The pain will be there
The love will overshadow it.
The wind lightly brushes my face
I wake up and reach out for you……


All this time I was dreaming……

©thelma migue, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

PAIN OF LOVE.....

I woke up this morning feeling like trash i wondered was it worth all the fuss. All the hassle and pain. Silently i watch his chest rise n fall. I get up and dress in his sleep he murmurs yes. I put on my clothes turn and head for the door just as i ...am about to open it he grabs me by the shoulder throws me across the room hits me on my face all the while shouting you filthy whore. He carrys me to the bed performs his act of love zips his trousers and walks out. I suffer in silence cry in the dark mother says its an act of love. With a bunch of roses and a box of chocolates on one knee he asks for forgiveness. I feel pity and shame all the love i have fades away. I take him back not for my sake but for their sake.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Be Of Heart

Be alive and sink not in the tempest,
many said many slept,
but in the end, all was kept,
success was in your net,
you believed and you were spent,
on glory beyond intent.

Written By Kandie سماعيل

Without You.....

There is no music without song,
No song without harmony,
No harmony without rhythm
No rhythm without laughter,
No laughter without joy,
No joy without Happiness,
No happiness without love,
And there is no love without You.

Written by Fa Mulan

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

INFIDELITY

From across the room
I felt his stare.
It burnt through my being
I felt like I was being scrutinized.
It was as if he saw my sin
Deep within.
I blushed from head to toe.
Everywhere I moved
His eyes moved with me.
He tilted his head
And like a woman possessed
I followed him to the lounge.
We exchanged numbers
First and last names.
He called after a week…
The rendezvous was set.
We meet in an apartment
Got down to business.
You see,
I was a bored woman
Living a life of luxury
Without passion
Without service.
I felt like a china doll.
This continued for months….
In the midst of it all
With all the pleasure
Mourning and groaning…


Aw….John….
I called out his name,
In the heat of passion
I confessed my infidelity…….

©thelma migue, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

SOULMATE

I met him on the internet.
His profile was too die for.
His photo was beautiful.
I called him Mr. Pretty.
Out of boredom
I started chatting with him
I had been ignoring his chats
For quite a while now.
We decided to meet
I had never being on a blind date.
On that day
My butterflies were killing me.
I wanted to cancel the date
But curiosity got the better of me.
We met at a coffee house
The minute I walked in
He recognized me
He said I looked more beautiful in real.
I laughed like a little gal.
One date led to another
Drinks led to dinner.
The day he kissed me
I lost my mind.
I was overtaken by emotion
Surrendered and devoted.
He consumed my every thought.
He was everywhere I was
I was everywhere he was.
Ten years have gone
I remember them
Like they were yesterday.

“Madam it is time to throw the soil” the priest cuts through my day dream
I lift my black veil.
Pick the soil from the spade.
Hold it and feel the warm of the sun.
Reminds me, of the warmth of your body.
I throw it in as the priest says…
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
You are gone in the physical
But forever you will be in my heart.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, October 15, 2009

EYES.......

You stare at me
Like you know me.
You look at me
Like you want to talk to me.
Your mouth opens
You are about to say something.
Our eyes meet
We turn and look away.
There is no need to talk
I know what you want
You know what I want.
We alight together
Stop and turn
Our eyes say goodbye.

©thelma migue,2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

An ode to poetry......

for the love of poetry would the know it was me,for the love of poetry would they see what i see,if i poured out my soul for the love of poetry could i regain control, all for the love of poetry or would my passion consume me whole. for the love of poetry i had it now i fear i would loose it all,for the love of poetry weighed heavy on my mind,a love that found me for the love of poetry a new version of me they will see,for the love of poetry is what made me a poet & forever this is how it will be.

Written by Yang 'qwey' Iro

Untitled.............

a good woman is
a sweet scent for his soul,
subtle but powerful,
and always a heart beat away.

a good man is a knight,
by the round table he may be,
but to her he is armour in defense
her majesty's ship he protects.

together they reign and lead domain,
and jannah is their main aim.
a good man ,
a good woman,
a statement they always make.

Written by Kandie إسماعيل

Monday, October 12, 2009

Can't Let Go.........

Your touch is like a grip on my spine
Your lips is like sweet words from your mouth to mine
Your hairy chest is like fine linen on my breast
Your eyes pierce straight into my inner soul
Your voice, your voice is my weakness, it lifts me from the ground
But, you want to let go of me
let go of me so that I can fall
But am not ready to fall
Not going to let go
Wont let go
Cos I have to get you all
Get you all from your skin to your inner marrow
Cant let go...

Written by Yvonne Achieng...

Who do you be?

At this point in life
a man has two
reasons to live
to face and fight
or to hit and fly.

If he is who he is
then he be a sword
If he be not
then he be a kafir
to be erased
on the day of battle.

On this frame of time
a woman has
two reasons to live
to stand and be
or to walk and flee.

A woman of stand
is the pearl of the eye
and she be a queen.

Her latter is an eel
a pain from within
and she be forgotten
for like wind of myth
she knows not
where she goes.

Written by Kandie إسماعيل

Friday, October 9, 2009

Lonely Heart......

my lonely heart
was once hurt
when i fully gave
i dug a grave

my lonely heart
needs an embrace
in this world of race
to save its face

my lonely heart
longs for the warmth
the world will bring forth
when emptiness is at wrath

my lonely heart
it longs to love
the feeling of the dove
my lonely heart is hungry for love.

Written by Joy Shambula
(from joy shambula originals)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Afraid.....

When I saw you,
I was afraid to meet you.
When I met you
I was afraid to kiss you.
When I kissed you,
I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you,
I am afraid to lose you.

Written by Sarah Mortimore.

Twisted Luv....

Fate pushd us 2getha
2random particles in th cosmo
Coulda been anyone, bt it wsnt
It brought me u

Best friends, biggest lv
Lv u 4 who u r
Alwez thea 4me
Alwez thea 4me?

U took my hand, saved me frm th jagged rocks below
We took a stroll, hand in hand
4once th grass is greener, on our side
4once th hate aint flowin, spreadin venom n vengeance
All u my dear

Nurtured it, th next eutopia
Birds singin, golden sun in th horizon
Smilin at us, an image of perfection

Gravel slips arnd my feet,th ocean kisses th rocks below
when did we come back here, 2th edge?
I'm confused, y u doin this
Y u pushn me, at least tell me
so that if i'm wrong, i'll jump
Take a look at that sign post, "u r leavin eutopia, come again soon"
I may nt b all that, bt r u goin 2b hapi walkn it alone
Or wit another, memories hangin in ua concience
U can replace, neva replicate

I look deep in ua eyes, 4a sign, 4once i cnt read anything
Cnt hate u, neva will
Luk in my eyes, see it?
Always truthful, always lovin, neva irrational

Push me, i will jump
Mayb i cn dive, mayb i'l live
Bt wot if u change ua mind, wot if i'm too far 2hear?
Wot if i hear, bt th pain is too much
wot if i hear, bt th current is too strong
wot if i hear, bt she's pullin me wit a lifesaver, wen u pushd me?

Dearest u r 2my heart, I gave u it
i'v learnt 2crawl, i learnt 2 walk
I didnt want this one, bt i can learn...to walk away!

Written by Ben Mwangi.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

From The Wall Untitled Part 2

They all followed suit, no sound was made except for the heavy breath each was taking, their faces covered with fear, minds endorsed pictures of the cross, that night they died a death so gross...
Written by Yt Machiavelli

A cold heart she had, a heart that couldn't trust, a heart that couldn't give itself 2 b loved in return, a heart that stared at love without blinking, a heart made cold by love when she gave her heart to her only one, who returned it hurt and in pieces. Now it is hard to undo the damage that has made her heart cold and savage.
Written by Robert Omondi

When u left i saw no meaning of love even though I didn’t know what love was but I shared my 1st kiss, intimate touch with you and that made you special 2 me. I realize that love doesn’t end it goes on, and on forever, I lied when I said I didn’t care, I did. But tody am falling in love with sm1 who has already fallen 4 me. He loves me the way I am, adores me like crazy oh yes that was y u had 2 go so I could know love!
Written by Josephine Nduta

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

From The Wall Untitled.......

There more 2 life than just love of money,i ask myself where does my spirit go after the curtains close on my final show? Is there a pain it brings? Do I enjoy my favorite things? Visit ancient kings, hear the angels sing? So next time you go crying over love ask yourself coz we only got one life.
Written by Ian K. Mrinji


I sit here alone, moping, looking at the photos, will you ever look at me the same? Will I ever taste those cherry lips again? Will I ever feel your warmth again?
So we crossed the line,
so we freaked out, but who cares? As long as we got each other, nothing else matters, all I want is you back by my side :-(
Written by Ben Mwangi


This true from me to you. I gotta connect, gotta meet, a bond between two. Special exists between we two. Between us its the space thats good enough for us to do good. Big enuff for us to stay cool. Small enough for us to remain true. To the ones we love, the ones we have, the ones we serve, the bonds we preserve, the ones we deserve. For our differences remain ever so true, our passions may make us so blue, coz you're never ready to embrace the clue, i send you. Its time i tell you the truth. I prefer her to you. You prefer him to me. Our love for the two, separates me and you.
Written by Zayd Anthony

Saturday, October 3, 2009

FADED

Your love has faded,
Your adoration has ended
I can see it in your eyes
I am not that special

If you only knew
If you tried to understand,
If you knew where
I was coming from.

You don’t have to say it
I can see it
I won’t ask again
I already have my answer.

Don’t deny it
I am not stupid
This time I will be wiser
Protect myself
Walk away
Before it gets too deep.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Jesus.........

I pillowed my head to take a rest,
But I grew even more waery.
I tried to roll and turn for comfort,
But remained jaded and burnt.
Sorrows my heart bore;
Cosy my head knew not.

I filled a keg of brew,
But felt more empty and thirsty.
I tried running miles in a flash,
But peace ran even faster.
Troubles teemed my self;
Happiness my heart knew not.

I tried reaching for the welkin,
But my limbs let me down.
Songs from the grave seemed a melody,
Scowling was a daily dosage,
Joy beckoned unctuously,
Immortality my soul knew not.

I resigned to introspection,
But not a smirchless point found I.
I screamed for help from the deities,
But images bluntly scoffed back.
Finally,laid there my sponge thrown in,
Gasping for air as I gave up the ghost...

Then I called one last name... JESUS!!!

Written by Steven Muga.

Sucess At Last..........

They never told us it'd be this tough;
That life would dismiss you like a puff,
And friends forsake you with a laugh.
They never said it'd seem so bleak;
That everything would be so sick,
And success just take a peak.

I woke up with an eerie of fear,
Knowing that it'd be a struggle to bear,
It turned out to be an abyss to dig,
With a heart and effort less than big;
Urging me on with the lash of pilate,
So cruel and bitter like herbs on a plate.

But my chronic starvation for success,
Overcame all my feras and worries with grace.
The daily facade of indifference I walk,
Is replaced by a subtle supremacy of hard work.
I learnt to embrace hardship and endure,
For I know a reward of success is sure.

Written by Steven Muga

Untamed........

Words can neither define,
nor illustrate what u mean to me.
Closer than my heart,
deeper than my soul,
a soulmate,
a partner,
a lover.
As we bask in the warmth of our bodies,
the gasping n sweaty proof of our love,
the secret taboo,
the taste of something so wrong, so good,
uncovered animal instincts,
so deep, so pure,
bound together in this dance.
The epitome of trust,
bound to secrecy,
they won't understand,
we walk alone,
we walk untamed.

Written by Ben Mwangi…..

Words Unspoken......

Words Inside
I can not describe
for what I want to say
will for sure not last all day.
But for what my heart needs to say
I know will last all day.
What I want to say to him
is that I hate him
but what my heart has to say
Is that the truth for sure
I love him.

Written by Sarah Mortimore

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

BOO...

Like a lighter to my cigarette
Just one touch
Sets me on fire.
Like the blood
Running through my veins
His love flows through me.
His voice makes me shiver,
One look makes me quiver.
I bask in this presence,
I am the apple of his eye.
By his side I can achieve anything.
He is my past, present and future.

©thelma migue, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

NOT EASY

It is not easy being alone,
It is not easy being a mother and father
If you put yourself in my shoes
Maybe you would understand.

It is not easy
When society rejects you
When you are judged
Because you made a choice
To be alone and happy
Not with someone and miserable.

Life is about choices
I chose to be different
To make a difference
In somebody’s life.

©thelma migue, 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

APOLOGY ALMOST

I said some nasty things
I did some crazy things
At the time i did not care
All I wanted was instant satisfaction.

What took years to build
Took hours to destroy
In the blink of an eye
Gone in a cloud of smoke.

I walked away
Refused to apologize
Scoffed in your face
Watched the tears cloud your eyes

Piss off
Don’t come near me
I am full of shame
And full of sin.

This is one of those days
When i bow my head
In shame and remember
All the people I hurt.

©thelma migue, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

TRAGEDY

Two years ago,
We met at the mall,
Sized each other up
Neither of us was ready to approach the other.
Finally he gave in
Names and numbers were exchanged
Places of work and residences discussed
As we got to know each other better.
We sized each other up
Thought what good would come out of this.
Took the quiz if you would make a good spouse
How our children would look?
How we would look 20 years from now?
Would we still love each other?
As the relationship got deeper
We had exchanged love stories
Family history
School stories
And began to fall in love.
Our families met,
Dowry was exchanged.
I walked down the aisle
In my dream wedding dress.
That was until
We were about to say our wedding vows
Daddy walked in………


We were brother and sister………
©thelma migue, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

ASHAMED

I am sorry for what I did,
I didn’t mean to embarrass you.
I saw the look in your eyes
I felt the pain
I am ashamed of what I did.

I don’t know what I did wrong
But I can feel it all around
I can tell by the way
You look at me.
I miss the look
That said I was your only gal.

Maybe if I left
That would make things better.
Maybe if I disappeared
That would make you miss me.

As my apologies fall on deaf ears,
As my tears fall on dry ground
The pain in my heart
Will not heal
Till I see that look
Of forgiveness in your eyes.

©thelma migue, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

BUTTERFLIES

After all these years,
After so many tears,
When I see you
When I hear your voice
When I think of you
I get butterflies.

It took me a lifetime,
I got another
The perfect destruction
The minute I heard your name
The butterflies came flooding back.

I heard through the grapevine
You were looking for me,
Asking how I am,
The moment I heard this,
The butterflies came back.

My legs won’t stop shaking
My heart won’t stop racing
Just the mention of your name
Sends shivers down my spine.
You still have the power
To give me butterflies.

©thelma migue, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

SAD......LOVE LETTER

Dearest Pooh bear,

You are the love of my life, you are the air that I breathe. My world revolves around you, without you I am nothing. I remember the last time we were together, it still feels like yesterday. Your memories keep me warm at night, my heart aches with every tear I cry. I hold my pillow tight and close my eyes dreaming of you holding me, as we slow dance to our favorite song. The teddy bear you gave me, never leaves my side. Why did things have to end this way? Why did you have to walk away? I hope this letter gets you in time, before you walk down the aisle and make the greatest mistake of your life.

Lots of love,
Sugar Plum.

Monday, September 7, 2009

STALKER

Like a shadow,
Like the devil in the dark
She is there.
She knows his every move
She knows his thoughts.
Reads his mind before he speaks
Knows the right things to say
When to say them.
When he is alone
She is his companion,
His best friend
When he seems to have none.
Acts like his woman,
Lover and best friend.
Like a hyena
Having eaten to its fill
She retreats into the shadows.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

PAWN

If you knew she was playing you.
The lines she used,
She had just told her lover last night.
When you made love to her.
She was thinking of another.
The time you spent courting her,
Many others were doing the same
She used you like many used her.
If u knew she despised you,
Every time she looked at you.
You were her means to an end,
Just a pawn in her game……….

©thelma migue, 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

AFFAIR WITH POETRY

I can’t stop thinking about you,
You are everywhere I go,
I fantasize about you
I play with you
We have the greatest foreplay.

Day and night
Dusk till dawn
When the sun sets
It is you I think about.

When I am with you
I am at my best
I don’t regret
The time I spend with you.

My thoughts
My dreams
My desires
Are all about you.

In your presence
I am myself
I don’t need to hide
With you
I have the greatest affair.

© thelma migue, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009

LOVE ATTACK

My heart skipped a beat,
I felt the shook,
Shaken to the ground,
I could barely hold it down.

It felt different,
Very refreshing,
Accommodating,
Invigorating.

You held me,
With that piercing gaze,
When you licked your lips,
My heart started to race.

Everything froze,
I was shot,
Through the heart,
Hence,
My love attack.

© thelma migue, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

CYBER WHORE

They all love him,
He loves none,
They all want him,
He wants none.

Plays with their minds,
Plays with their hearts,
Ruins their lives,
They tried to ruin his.

Tit for tat is his game,
No need to explain,
He takes what he wants,
Out before you know it.

He learnt from the best,
This time he takes,
What he wants,
He must have.

Their hearts,
His doormats,
Their bodies,
His pleasure…

© thelma migue, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

DEATH

Like a thief,
Either day or night,
It comes,
Without ,warning.

Respects no class,
Respects no age,
It has been there,
From the beginning of time

No asking,
No warning,
Whether ready or not,
You are gone.

It asks for no ransom,
Gives you no time,
Waits in the shadows,
Like the devil with a snare.

This is the debt,
All men must pay.

©thelma migue, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

MY LETTER.

As I write this letter,
I pour out my heart.
I put it on a platter,
Let you dissect it.
Every time I see you,
It beats like thunder.
When I hear you speak,
It skips a beat.
I get goose bumps,
Thinking about you.
I get all wet inside.
My tummy,
Gets butterflies,
Just before I see your face.
It doesn’t matter where you are,
Distance does not matter,
My heart travels with you.
I am a slave,
I am a victim,
I am ready and willing,
To do your bidding.
I am a woman,
A woman totally,
Absolutely in love,
With the man,
On the other side,
Of the bed.

© thelma migue, 2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

TEST ME NOT

Take what you want,
I will give you what I have.
The little I have,
I will share.
If you have a problem,
I will help.
If I can’t,
I will let you know.
I will help,
The best way I know how,
Bear the burden,
Emotionally and mentally,
Work through it.
But,
I have one request,
If you were testing me,
Trying to see if I love you,
Don’t tell me.
If you do,
I will never trust you,
The way I do now.

©thelma migue, 2009.

TASTY

There it stands,
Waiting for me,
It calls my name.
Beckons me closer.

I touch it,
Hold it,
Turn it around...

I take a bite,
Roll it around,
I chew it,
With each motion,
I savor it.

I lick my lips,
Mourn in pleasure,
The saliva rolls down my lips,
The sounds of pleasure,
Escape my lips.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009

MONOLOGUE………

Why do you say the wrong things?
Why do you keep quiet?
Why did you drop off the face of the earth?
You think I have no feelings?
You think you can switch my feelings off an on?
If you can do that………well I can’t
I am a woman.

You drive me up the wall with your…….argh…..
It is funny
Sometimes I sit and laugh and wonder how stupid I can be,
I love you so much I could kill you (I mean it in a good way).

You make me go insane,
Sometimes I cry like a baby,
Other times I laugh like a lunatic,
What do I have to do to get your attention?
Throw a tantrum?
Curse you?
Hit you?
Kiss another guy when you are in the room?
Huh?

I don’t know you?
I would like to get to know you?
But there is this barrier……
I can’t get through it……….
I can’t see over it……..
I could go on forever
Then I’d begin to sound like a broken record.
Call me crazy after this………
I guess I just am over you………..


© thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009

FEVER

My fingers are burning,
My body is shaking,
Just thinking of your touch
Set’s my body on fire.

I am boiling past a hundred,
My blood is boiling over,
On the surface,
I am aching.

As I get hotter,
I get ferocious,
Start getting anxious,
I start sizzling……

Marks all over my body,
When you touch,
Sets my body on fire,
What a lovely way to burn.

© thelma migue, 2009

BROKEN SOUL

Empty space,
Nothing can replace,
The vacuum,
Left inside.

I have searched,
Beyond the seas,
Tasted,
Different flavors.

No joy,
No faith,
No pleasure,
Just disgrace.

A broken soul,
A wounded heart,
Walking through,
The cemetery of life.

©thelma migue, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

TONGUE CRIMES

Oh no!
What have I done?
What took three years?
Gone in three minutes.

Under better circumstances,
In a better way,
The right choice of words
The difference.

In a moment,
In anger,
Did not mince my words
Spoke my mind.

The pain,
On your face,
The silence,
In the room

Nothing can compare,
To the look of death,
On your face.

© thelma migue, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

UNSPOKEN...........DURESS

A woman in a cage,
She breaks down in rage,
Never to engage,
Her life long desire.

In sickness,
In health,
Here she stands,
By his side.

Through the day,
Through the night,
Never once,
Does she make a sound.

She yearns for more,
Than to be heard,
Appreciation,
Is more her concern.

©thelma migue, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

MISSED YOU

Last night I missed you,
Thought I would see you,
Couldn’t stop thinking,
Where were you?

It may sound silly,
I feel giddy,
When I am round you,
Kind of crazy.

When you hold me,
I feel like a lady,
When we are together,
The world revolves around us.

Will I see you later,
It has been a while,
Till you get here,
I will be counting the minutes.

©thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, July 30, 2009

DARK RAGE

Like a hyena,
Waiting in the dark,
To scarvenge,
On another’s prey.

Like a shark,
Waiting in silence,
For the right moment,
To attack,
And let bleed.

Like a thief,
In the night,
Attacks and dissapers.

Paralyzed I am,
Surcummed I am not,
Don’t forget,
I lay in wait.

©thelma migue, 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

WHO AM I?

I am a woman,
I am a mother,
I am somebody’s lover.

Society defines me,
Culture controls me,
Nature nurtures me.

My body is not my own,
My heart is for everybody to own,
My soul is torn between both worlds.

I strive for perfection,
Through imperfection,
The sands of time,
Engrained in me.

I loose a part of me,
Every month,
What God gave me,
Goes back to the ground.

I belong to everybody,
Yet to nobody,
I am not my own,
From the moment I was born.

© thelma migue, 2009

PURE….. TAINTED

It is over,
You are gone,
Never to come back.
She loved you,
Your lives are separate,
Lives untwined,
It was good,
While it lasted.
She will never regret
Despite the lies,
As you walk down the aisle,
The woman who gave her heart,
Out of purity
Out of love,
If she had a choice
She would stab you in the heart.
This is the beginning of the end
A new chapter in her life.
Nothing but a bad memory,
Never to be treasured.

© thelma migue, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

TASTE

In secret I taste,
Outside I detest,
I can relate,
What I cannot hate.

It is not mine,
Yet I want more,
What I cannot have
I strive to get.

Out of hand,
Out of reach,
My minds made up,
I want to eat.

In my mind,
In my heart,
What is good or evil?
I choose to keep.

© thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, July 23, 2009

LETTING GO

Sitting in a room,
Glass mirrors all around,
All I see is you,
Yours my reflection.

No words can say,
What we are really feeling,
There is so much emotion
So much to say.

The silence cuts like a knife,
Your expression says it all,
Sorry will not work this time.

I thought this would last forever,
From basic friendship,
To emotional friendship,
This is not fair,
I want to scream,
The words won’t come out.

Tears stream down my face,
I know I have made a mistake,
Probably one of the biggest in my life,
I am too proud to say I am sorry.

We turn and walk away,
Your expression says it all,
This time I know it is for real,
There is no turning back.

I have to close that door,
Turn my back and let go,
You will never be mine,
I will never be yours.

I close the door,
Put away the key,
A tear streams down my face,
Knowing it could never be.

As I let go of the pain,
The urge and temptation,
We will never be.


© thelma migue

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

REALITY

Like a brick wall,
Reality set in,
I should have seen it,
We would never be.

My heart,
My Soul,
My all,
Will always be yours.

You treat me like dirt,
Ignore me,
Call me when you want me,
My heart is done.

I will always love you,
You have a special place,
In reality,
You and I will never be.

Like a dream,
You are gone,
Like the wind,
You didn’t last.

I have been silent,
For too long,
It is time,
I moved on.

© thelma migue, 2009

WHAT IS LOVE?

Does love lie?
Does love watch u die?
Does love leave u in the cold?
Does love make u cry?
Does love watch u fall?
Does love give u ultimatums?
Does love walk away when u need it the most?
Does love lie and scheme to get what it wants?
Does love kick u when u r down?
I would love to know.
What is love?

© thelma migue, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

LIPS

It was good,
It felt so real,
I was drawn,
Like a bee,
Ready to get nectar.

So luscious,
They speak their own language,
So addictive,
So tantalizing.

They taste like,
Chocolate,
Strawberry,
Raspberry,
All fused into one.

My body tingles,
My fingers twiddle,
My breasts are drawn to the middle,
Like an addict,
I can’t resist a little.

Mmmm,
Give me more,
My body can’t resist no more,
I’ve tasted many flavors,
None is as good as yours.

© thelma migue, 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009

FRIENDSHIP

Like a boomerang,
You throw it
And if it comes back,
It is for keeps

Like a garden,
You plant,
And cultivate,
Weed,
Then harvest.

Like a book,
You read the first chapter,
If it is interesting
You keep it,
If not,
You toss it in the bin.

Like a flower,
In the garden,
You pluck it,
Without constant watering,
It withers and dies.

Like the ocean,
It is calm,
In a storm,
It roars and rocks the boat.


© thelma migue, 2009

CRUMBS

Everything crumbles,
Everyday is a hustle
Every waking moment
Is a nightmare.

Wishing she could get away,
Just for a day,
Wishes every hour,
Would pass,
In the blink of an eye.

Her problems,
Her issues,
Her tears,
Are running dry.

Her life,
Is like crumbs,
Scattered,
In the dust.

© thelma migue, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

BITS AND PIECES

I have held my heart,
I have held my tongue,
I am through,
I won’t wait.

I have stood on the sidelines,
Watched you wine and dine,
Listened to your stories,
As you talk about your conquests.

I walk in your shadow,
I embrace the pain,
I stand by you in hell,
And never forsake you.

With nothing to spare,
With nothing to gain,
These bites and pieces,
I will never gain.

© thelma migue, 2009

LAST NIGHT

Last night,
I woke up in a sweat,
I dreamt you were,
By my side.

It was so real,
Every minute detail,
Is engrained,
In my memory.

We couldn’t keep our hands,
Off each other,
It was so hot,
We were on fire.

The passion,
The emotion,
The love,
Made it awesome.

A shiver runs down my spine,
When I remember your kiss,
I can’t help but reminisce,
Our last night of passion.

© thelma migue, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

MALOUCA……..QUEM E?

Ask her who she is?
She can’t remember
Her memory is vivid,
Like a broken mirror.

Multiple personalities,
Define her,
Men and Women,
Avoid her.

People deny,
They knew her,
When they had her,
They loved her…..

They partied,
They laughed,
In sorrow and disgrace,
They deny her.

Into the shadows
They disappear
The loneliness,
Torments her.

© thelma migue, 2009.

Monday, July 13, 2009

TWISTED

My blood,
Runs cold,
At the mention,
Of your name.

My tears,
Turn to ice,
When I think,
Of you.

When I look,
In the mirror,
Your reflection,
Turns to dust.

I carve your name,
In stone,
As a constant reminder,
Of pain,
Forever.......

© thelma migue, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

CROSSROADS

Like a bird in a cage,
The sun waiting to rise,
The prisoner behind the walls….

I feel trapped,
I am suspended in space,
I can’t feel the ground…..

Just before the end,
The hour before the sun rises,
Like the beginning,
Before the end….

At crossroads,
This is so hard,
It cuts like a knife………….

© thelma migue 2009

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

EX

I came across your letters,
Our love was pure,
Awesome and innocent.

As I sit and reminisce,
The world was our play ground,
All that mattered was us.

Mama said you were not good,
I should have listened,
I was too in love with love.

You were my first,
In your arms
I became a woman,

Your kiss,
Paralyzed me,
Your love,
Controlled me.

Distance tore us apart,
Slowly grew apart,
Got entwined,
In our separate lives.

© thelma migue 2009

Monday, July 6, 2009

EVERYTIME

Every time I hear the song,
Every time I hear the cords,
Every time I hear the tune,
I think of you.

Every cord that plays,
Every note he sings,
Every string he strums,
I think of you.

Every beat of my heart,
Every move he makes,
Every step he takes,
You take my heart.

Every day I wake,
Every night when I sleep
Everywhere I go,
You are in my heart.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

BEFORE YOU LEAVE

Wait,
Don't leave,
I will not take long,
Listen to what I have to say,


It will only take a while,
I promise I won't take your time,
Please stay.
Listen for a while.

I know what i did was wrong,
I judged you before I knew the truth,
It was wrong and I admit,

My anger got the better of me,
My jealousy left a scare,
The pain and hurt consumed me,
My assumption clouded my judgment .

Before you go,
Just do me one favor,
Kiss me the way you used to,
Hold me like you still love me.

You are my inspiration,
You are my world,
I adore you,
I worship the ground you walk on.

Don't let my sins,
Get in the way of our love.
Don't let my past,
Rule the present.

Your mind is made up,
This time there is no turning back,
I nailed the last nail into the coffin,
At least let me grieve,
Before you bury it.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

Friday, July 3, 2009

MY JEWEL.............

When I held you in my arms,
When I looked in your eyes,
You were my responsibility,
My procession.

I am your custodian,
My duty is to guide you through life,
Provide and give you the best,
Till God takes over.

Everything I do,
Every step I take,
Every decision I make,
You are the reason.

As I take your little hand,
As I hold your little foot,
When I cuddle you in the night,
Nothing can compare.

The love I have for you is over whelming,
No words can express what I feel,
Your smile, your kiss, that beautiful laugh,
Makes my life, worthwhile.

In my eyes you are my jewel,
In my eyes you can do no wrong,
I want to hold you in my arms,
And never let you go.

To let you grow,
I have to let you go,
To let you find your way and strengths,
In this cruel world,
I will be there to guide you.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

MY DIAMOND

Despite my mistakes,
Despite my faults,
With my attitude,
You still love me.

I push you away,
I say i hate you,
I curse you,
You still love me.

I walk out on you,
I throw a tantrum,
I huff and puff,
You still love me.

You are my diamond
In the rust,
The one i trust,
The one,
I can't live without.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

ASHES TO ASHES

A legend,
A Genius,
An Inspiration.

An Icon,
An entertainer,
A songwriter.

Record breaker,
Ground breaker,
A walking genius.

Defied the laws of gravity,
Did the moonwalk,
Left us awed,
Generations are still awed.

Controversy left right and center,
Everyone wanted a piece of you,
Even in death,
They give you no peace

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Through your music,
You are immortal.

In Memory of Michael Jackson.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

FANTASY

Silky, soft and wet all over.....
Black and masculine……

Standing behind you,
My hands on your chest,
Slowly,
I move to your back.

I come round,
Slide my hands up your chest,
Put them round your neck.
Stand on tip toes and kiss your lips softly.....

I un button your shirt,
As the kiss gets deeper,
And slide off.

As my hands caress your sides,
Giving you that tingly feeling,
From head to toe....


I unbuckle your belt,
Kiss your torso slowly, softly...
You reach out and take my hand,
Lead me as we kiss into the night.......

A Poem by Thelma Migue

Saturday, June 27, 2009

TORMENTED SOUL

My hands are bound,
Shackles hold me down,
My world is crumbling,
Before my eyes.

Is it spiritual?
Is it physical?
Is it mental?
I am loosing touch.

I want to lie down,
Close my eyes
Drift away,
And never wake up.

The hopelessness,
The emptiness,
The agony.

As i levitate,
To a better place,
A peaceful place.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

LABOUR

In the middle of the night,
You toss and turn,
The discomfort wakes you,
No position is comfortable.

You reach out,
For something to hold,
For a split second,
Your mind is blank.

Without warning,
The pain is back,
Like a hurricane,
You are shaken to the core.

Breath,
Breath Baby gal,
Keep it together,
Till we get there.

Your back is breaking,
Your body is shutting down,
Your mind screams for oxygen
Slowly you slip into oblivion.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

SCARS OF LOVE

We love,
We hate,
Sometimes our love,
Turns to hate.

You love instantly,
You learn to love,
Your love turns sour,
Other times it grows over time.

You love someone,
Who doesn't love you back,
Sometimes you love in secret,
You love someone
Who loves you back.

If someone doesn't love you back,
Move on and let go.
There will always be that person
Who will love u back.

Don't harden your heart,
Let it heal,
And love again.

I guess you got your wish.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

Friday, June 26, 2009

DAMAGED

She feels her body float,
Away from her heart,
The separation,
More painful than a stab.

Resuscitation will not revive it,
Electric shock will not start it,
Slowly the life,
Slips away.

So many scars,
It had to endure,
All this,
Brought it to it's knees.

The last day,
It's last breath,
Never,
Will it live again.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

MY DREAM

Time is my ally,
Revenge my enemy,
No time to waste.

It came to an end,
Violet and short,
Abrupt to be precise.

It almost ended,
I have a dream,
My daughters and mine.

Never meant to be,
I am moving on,
Need to find my niche,
Living and writing.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

TEARS AND PAIN

In the midst of darkness,
There is light.
When it gets cold,
The warmth is ready to embrace you.

When you are tired and weary,
Lay your head and rest.
When the tears stream down your face,
Don't hold back just cry your heart out.
When your heart is broken,
Pick up the pieces n put it back together.

Don't hide your pain,
Embrace it ,
As each day passes it
Slowly it fades away.
Don't hold back reach out,
To someone you love.

When all is gone and lost
There seems like there is no tomorrow,
Reach out and pray,
Jesus Christ is already there,
Holding you,
Embracing you,
Comforting you.
At this hour,
At this time,
Take comfort in his love
Trust Him to lead the way...........

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

***Dedicated to my family after the passing of my grandfather.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

LOVE THORNS

He was the love of her life,
She thought of him every hour of every day,
Her heart was his door mat
Her soul was his slave.

His sweet nothings were her everything,
His promises were her future,
When she gazed into his eyes she saw her life,
Her life was their life,
His life was his life.

Everything she did was for his pleasure,
Her body was his play field,
His love was her ocean.
He was her world
She was his whore.

What should have been absolute bliss
Became her nightmare.
With every punch her love died,
With every kick her future faded,
Her love became her prison.

Slowly she watches her life slip away,
The person she was
Was nothing compared,
To the shell she became.

A brave smile did she put for the world,
But inside the rose garden was dead,
Her bed of roses,
Was her bed of thorns.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.