I'll build you a house!
You lady so bewitching, is your charm,
You lady, disarmed is me, your arrow, my heart is struck
As weaver birds do their houses, on tree tops
As ants make, colonies, for their queens,
As my ancestors, spear in blood they had dipped,
That, their grand sons, would build houses, for their loved ones
So, I'll build you a house, my queen,
Where my ancestors had pointed, with their walking sticks
A place with tall grass where marks were made with sticks
We'll watch the sunsets, and bless the rising moon.
I'll build you a house, my queen!
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Love, See the Moon
Here over the roof I sit
A breeze so cool showers me
Here over the roof I sit
My love, come see
The crescent so clear that I see ‘Madonna'
My love, come see
Cotton feathery clouds remain
The moon winks as light clouds pass by
Cotton feathery clouds remain
Love, come up the stars glitter
‘Madonna' holds her child in supplication
Love, come the stars glitter
Here take my hand
Ladder is safe in my arm, a post, you subtle maid
Here take my hand
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A Farmer's Song
One, two and three
Its dawn, and cows are mooing,
cocks are crowing,
a dog is barking,
a new day, welcoming.
Four, five and six
The sun is up, plants are healthy
On goes the counting, hens eggs they lay
Manure is turned for decay,
Cows fed with hay.
Six, seven and eight
Milkman returns pails for day
Cake done, ghee and butter,
Egg trays for this, has made a day
Fruits flourish for better
Nine ends with ten
To, West the Sun retires
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Letter to my Mother
Mummy tell me, did I bother you
While in comfort of your lovely womb
Mummy tell me.
While dawn had opened, and a new world was created
And the first gasps of air, I did, was my cry so loud?
While dawn had opened.
Mummy while nothing, but a helpless bundle
You made my bed and I sucked your breasts for life
Mummy while nothing.
Mummy that you continue, to wish me well
While am grown, your desire that all is well
Mummy that you continue.
My self I pride, a journey with you in a vast universe
A fountain and fortitude, you no worry, provision is mine.
Myself I pride.
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Letter to a Secret Lover
Dear,
Do I say my love?
There is a vacuum in my heart
You this, should offend not,
My heart is void,
Your heart it seeks
Do I say my love?
This I fear, might go for ruin
Let it not, a confession it is
A heart within, that boils,
A heart, the cool of your soul
It needs,
It craves,
Enslaved is me,
Dear,
Call me to freedom
Hope, you, it wouldn't hurt
Should your heart be locked,
Know a heart, a soul
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Do Not Read This!
Notice is clear in bold and block
You can't miss and continue
Your eyes always expectant and quick
Swift like a released arrow from a bow
Yes
Its all
But
Garbage, still you crave its reading
You are still reading?
Hmnnn.
Why did you read it?
No,
These lines will confuse you.
Your brains would crack, do not read,
Still you wouldn't stop, on you read
Your eyes so sharp like a hawking Eagle
That makes a hen out of grass so tall
Steady like a preying Tiger
This
Is a warning sign
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The Campus Cat
Shivering and wet
Had been drenched by a drizzling rain
The Campus cat waits, beneath a lamppost
She had come, to brave, the cold
For rent has to be paid, a life is to be lived,
The landlord, a deadline he did.
Conjuring home images, sky, the Stars lit,
Father, mother, and siblings, faces bright
She had passed, colours flew, a future, then, so bright.
Hmnn, in campus, Eat as you pay!
Or rent a cube, pay, get on with life, read, pray!
Pockets run dry, no food, just nothing, home is away!
Hmnn, a car, pulls
The campus cat, cat walks,
Hand beckons, door closed, tomorrow, lectures!
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Honey moon Forever
The bell had rang, the bride in cloud nine
Heaven's gate a jar, the bride groom in cloud nine
Sweet is a heart that yearned, a heart that conquered
Life of bliss, the love of sweet heart conquered
Celebration jewel in worth of sunsets wait
Honeymoon a far, an island in Indian ocean all for wait
The bride's eyes sparkled, a step in ferry
Bridegroom in delight sighed, with a step in ferry
Swallows flew and waves called the ferry pulled
In hurricane, ferry with lovers in bottom sea pulled
Breaking news, everybody on board had flown to sky forever
Tears filled cheeks, lovers in honey moon forever.
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Rosalie
In muddy pools, soiled ourselves, naive we played
Flowers we picked, butterflies we chased
In muddy pools.
A to Z got to our heads, in grammar schools
Bright, Brilliantly, papers were soups of mushroom
A to Z got to our heads.
Rosalie, flowered soft hair, scorched grass has become
Soft glistening skin, granny's ashes for grains' cure has become
Rosalie.
Now you know, they played their game, care not but lust
Naive, submissive and of want, advance of dirt
Now you know.
Weep not Rosalie, mother's other, your kids stars will shine
Rain shall rain, your Sun brighter still it will shine
Weep not Rosalie.
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A Cry from the Gate
A belly, heaving, a body that shivered in cold
A cry so distant, piecing hearts gone cold
Its head, veins ran like ropes, tying fire wood
An alarm it raised, a siren it blew
A mother, cold hearted, a mother who knew
The initial journey, when it started out of blue.
A life, brought, to a world, his dreams knew not
Instinctual desires, comprehension, not
Reflex for survival, steamed, energized, death, here, not
A nun, a Virgin Mary, had never experienced child making
A cry from the gate, pieced her heart, in sanctity, reached, and carrying
The baby, in her armpits, forehead kissed, a new window opening.
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