Sparked by a word,
A careless collection of syllables that sounded absurd,
Offence was taken and apologies demanded,
Stubborn, proud, they refused to be reprimanded,
Threats were made and empty they seemed,
Grounds were stood, nothing is as it seems,
Guards at ready grab your weapon of choice,
If they do not hear, we shall show them we have a voice,
Speeches given morale was stirred, perhaps we might, yes we can,
In this valley tonight we live and die, show you are a man,
Villages burnt and women cried, children killed and womed raped,
Young lads leave school war calls, pressure heaped,
Scorched earth years of labour up in flames,
Men acting like dogs untamed,
UN, Red cross diplomacy prevails,
Creating a path through the destruction trail,
Damage can't be undone, where once happy bright and homely,
Lie bodies on the ground, child left alone in a world cold, dark and lonely.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I Wrote This Poem
I wrote this poem just because I could,
Because the words in my mind aligned just the way they should,
Because the sweet sounds and the short syllables,
Were eating at my mind like animalistic cannibals,
Because the time, rhyme and meter,
Swirling in my head sounded sweeter and sweeter,
Because the words took me to that land that is constantly tuned to the words the bird sings,
That place where Richard of York goes to battle.... And wins!
So I wrote this poem,
It wasn't inspired by some tragic event or bittersweet love story,
Nor by some deep thinking of how life has lost its glory,
It doesn't have a twist, its story has no clever turn,
In fact, truth be told, I wrote this poem just for fun.
Because the words in my mind aligned just the way they should,
Because the sweet sounds and the short syllables,
Were eating at my mind like animalistic cannibals,
Because the time, rhyme and meter,
Swirling in my head sounded sweeter and sweeter,
Because the words took me to that land that is constantly tuned to the words the bird sings,
That place where Richard of York goes to battle.... And wins!
So I wrote this poem,
It wasn't inspired by some tragic event or bittersweet love story,
Nor by some deep thinking of how life has lost its glory,
It doesn't have a twist, its story has no clever turn,
In fact, truth be told, I wrote this poem just for fun.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Temptation
Vile creature,
Temptation,
I can feel you surfing on my sensations,
Just off the coast of my desires,
Oblivious to my Messiah,
A thousand desires screaming for attention,
The shrill shrieks of legion starved,
My heart throwing tantrums!
Submission,
Dinner for my demons,
Temptation,
Anti-thesis to my spiritual resolve.
By Chaka Sichangi. You can see more writing by him here
Temptation,
I can feel you surfing on my sensations,
Just off the coast of my desires,
Oblivious to my Messiah,
A thousand desires screaming for attention,
The shrill shrieks of legion starved,
My heart throwing tantrums!
Submission,
Dinner for my demons,
Temptation,
Anti-thesis to my spiritual resolve.
By Chaka Sichangi. You can see more writing by him here
Friday, January 14, 2011
A Solo Tango
Whispers fill the air
Of how the day was lived
Full of life from the crook
Naked bodies swirl in the water below
Twisting as though the spill of water through them tickles
Every now and then
The rest take a jump
Maybe involuntarily
But they dive into the water and
Dance a tango
Of broken twigs and flowing water
As the great oak babysits
Sure that they’ll still leave.
By Wanjiku Mwaurah See more of her poetry here or there
Of how the day was lived
Full of life from the crook
Naked bodies swirl in the water below
Twisting as though the spill of water through them tickles
Every now and then
The rest take a jump
Maybe involuntarily
But they dive into the water and
Dance a tango
Of broken twigs and flowing water
As the great oak babysits
Sure that they’ll still leave.
By Wanjiku Mwaurah See more of her poetry here or there
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