Saa, saa, saa' silence
All that time was calling out Puppy,
So it was the late!
And the wagging tail was gone!
'saa, saa, saa' sadness in the morning
Guilty me, where was I!
Your body i wont bury, refuse to dig for
Your skin i need see, till decay
Your stench i need smell, wanna breathe
Your bones i should keep,
A memory of you at a time
All memories of you all the time
'Saa, saa, saa' silence
All that time was calling out Puppy,
So it was the late!
And the wagging tail was gone!
'saa, saa, saa' silence then sadness!
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Monday, 27 August 2012
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
DEATH
If my life would halt before I wake,
Perhaps that would be our last meet.
And my mother would be helped by other
mothers to wail over my demise
then my friends would want to
close their eyes and open their voices.
perishing if I do,
uncertain of everlasting life,
heaven or hell is still unclear,
perhaps death is death after all,
and the soil be me and I part of it
never to see darkness of day, light of night
if my peoples eyes shall weep and bleed for a week,
perhaps with a dry cry we shall part hoping to meet again.
Monday, 14 May 2012
A Poem in 114 words
Yesterday I saw you
As you sang Halleluiah
Halleluiah praising the most high
For the good he has done for you
Today you are at the optimum of
your voice
Lamenting, blaming God for your
misfortunes
Instead of reflecting upon your present
blessings
Of which you possess in plenty
Tomorrow is eagerly awaited
Anticipated for, to see the
Turn of events after the day
dawns
Until the sun rests in the
evening
When you cry, shed tears, wail
For your loved one is late
Will you drink poison?
Forever is still unclear
Shall halleluiah! Halleluiah!
still be heard?
Will you firm and faith yourself
when disaster
and temptations call?
Make me not your scapegoat
Your sacrificial lamb!
A NOTE BY THE BEDSIDE
That I come from the holy church
With all those good spirits
And the first thing I meet are
Beings having or almost sexing
Saddest of it, on the only bed
And almost sit in your house.
When will you ever learn?
“do you know what the thigh of a woman can cost you”?
Were these not your words?
Don’t turn your house into a brothel!
Every good that was and is to happen
To you will be withheld with God through Christ .
I got annoyed and left
I will call you and come soon.
Your house is not a brothel, is it?
Thanks for the accommodation, am grateful my friend.
Yours truly ; FRANK
MADNESS & SANENESS
He twists and turns on mad
The man is a madman
Go turn and twist yourself on mad
See if you won’t run mad
That madman has been there
Since you were born
I want to be a madman
For men into madness never die
For even sickness fears madness
Because that madman has never
Been sick since you were born
Make me run mad
But if madness is sickness itself
Never make me run to madness
The madman pays no taxman
Has no business with the rent-man
Food for thought not a meal
for the mad him
He who makes men mad
Should make me one
Has the mad man in your area
grown old and grey?
The one I know has no grey
On his head
He has remained as young for he ran mad
Why don’t you make me run insane
For insane men and madmen
Live better and longer than sane men and we-men
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Again and Again
Sometimes it gets too drastic,
When we cry for our love,
Sometimes we burn like plastic,
When we lose our love,
But should it happen again and again?
Every time I wipe my tears,
When my heart is pierced by spears.
Every time I curse the years,
When my heart is disappointed by my ears.
But should it happen again and again?
Sometimes we react highly,
But the loved ones suffer dearly.
Sometimes we disappear for long,
But our loved ones do cry for long.
But should it happen again and again?
Every time I close my eyes,
Should my love always toss my feelings like a coin?
Every time I sleep in dreams,
Should my love always betray my feelings?
But why does it keep on happening again and again? www.poemhunter.com/frank-okoth/
When we cry for our love,
Sometimes we burn like plastic,
When we lose our love,
But should it happen again and again?
Every time I wipe my tears,
When my heart is pierced by spears.
Every time I curse the years,
When my heart is disappointed by my ears.
But should it happen again and again?
Sometimes we react highly,
But the loved ones suffer dearly.
Sometimes we disappear for long,
But our loved ones do cry for long.
But should it happen again and again?
Every time I close my eyes,
Should my love always toss my feelings like a coin?
Every time I sleep in dreams,
Should my love always betray my feelings?
But why does it keep on happening again and again? www.poemhunter.com/frank-okoth/
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Solstice to solstice
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He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him.
it was rather unusual
the light came long after the thunder
the memories of purgatory came as they always did
the reek of rotting garbage
the stench of death
human urine and feces
the cries of hopelessness
the howling wind and the soft sobs
of forgotten men.
the passage of time from solstice to solstice
His flesh and soul withered
pummeled to inches of his life
He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him
The passage of time from solstice to solstice..
He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him.
it was rather unusual
the light came long after the thunder
the memories of purgatory came as they always did
the reek of rotting garbage
the stench of death
human urine and feces
the cries of hopelessness
the howling wind and the soft sobs
of forgotten men.
the passage of time from solstice to solstice
His flesh and soul withered
pummeled to inches of his life
He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him
The passage of time from solstice to solstice..
Friday, 10 February 2012
Punctuation Less
I clearly understand
the reason why u are leaving
but that doesn't make it
any easier to bare
i cant wipe the last tear
from my eyes because
am yet to see the first
perhaps its the magnified pain
you will never fully understand
how deeply my heart feels for you
i worry that as you go
we will grow apart
and ill end up losing you
when i think of how an
African woman should be
its you that i first think of
my friend
perhaps its because you are beautiful
young and match mature
my text is poorly punctuated
it has no commas full stops
no brackets
and thats how av learned
to think about u
that is with no pause
just imagine when u will be gone
will i ever stop
no question mark
no full stop
i encourage people to be strong
but i feel weakest
unfortunately u might not feel
the same way as i do
thats how unfare the world is my friend
with no punctuation
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Tuesday, 31 January 2012
STARVING IN TURKANA
We see the green of life no more
Thanks to the strong rays of the sun
The land is dry,
The plants are dead,
Here in the north
People are thirsty people are hungry people are dying.
Water is falling from the sky no more
None of it is flowing through the land
The land is dry, I can’t cry
A baby is in need of milk
Her mother’s breasts are dry almost dead
People are dying people are hungry people are thirsty
For they are starving in the north
A guitarist shall mistake their ribs for his tool,
An electrician will surely term their eyes a socket,
Water and food are not just the things,
They are everything.
Some beings are hungry, Some beings are thirsty, Some beings are dead.
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