KISS ME TONIGHT
Kiss me tender with those plumpy pinky lips
That taste like cherries and melon sweet
Give me that kiss that's steamy yet sophisticated
A kind that frees a soul that has long been baited
I want to drink...
A Woman’s Body – The Power of Being a Woman
"Dear society,
I have a woman’s body and I will not apologize for that, for the longest time I have tried living upto the expectations you had of how I should live my life, not...
The Crush I Let Go
Where do you go to church?"
I ask her as I try to rack my brains for a better vibe. As I wait for her reply I am thinking of my next lines. These flirts...
HOPE (THIS THING)
CORONA VIRUS (THIS THING THAT HIT US)
This thing that hit us;
This thing we shall survive and overcome,
Hope is just a mile away
Today, every day, the day is ours
If only we could transfer our dreams...
Left On The Table No More – An Opportunity to Turn Our Lives Around
What are you leaving on the table year in - year out? What has your lifestyle and your systems have you leaving on the table? What is it that you know you want but...
Exercise Books
They are now old
but the knowledge in them is still bold.
I needed new ones but what exactly do I need new?
Is it the knowledge or the books maybe the dew.
I sit to type only...
A Citizen’s Cry
Who knows?
You might be denying future leaders good health,
The leaders who will not care much about wealth,
But leaders who will rule with wisdom and civilization,
And give back to the society as an appreciation.
Who knows?
You...
Last Bottle At The Tavern
We called it "Kwa Chains"
After the Chinese who built it
Ages before civilisation
It was the only place of solace
The One For The Road Tavern
Now at the hands of a new manager
A grandson of Muchina
The man...
Domestic Violence – Fotophreak Magazine Poetry
A Poem on Domestic Violence
He pulls my hair
He beats me up
He slaps my face.
He kicks me on the floor
He threatens killing me
I love him so much,
I fear loosing him
So I don't have the strength
To...
Life Wasted
I walked down the bushy foot path,
Looking over my shoulders
With each passing second; fear took a hold on me
My feet, tired and dusty
Riddled with blisters told a tale
A tale of great distance,
A tale of...