Your lonely flower has blossomed for you Your lonely flower that only you saw The lonely flower that you watered The lonely flower everyone else called a weed You took your time and stooped down to care for him Friends tried to pull you away but you stayed I believe in you, flower, you’d whisper into his rose- petal ears Well now your lonely flower has blossomed Now your flower is lovely for you.
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My: Beauriful: By Bertha Rinjeu
Go on and fly my beautiful.
You're still the most precious thing I know.
But please don't take me with you.
Leave me just one piece of me.
I need to mend me and grow.
Go on my beautiful.
Maybe one day you won't be the only creed I know.
Maybe one day with you I won't belong.
Maybe one day I will trully let you go.
Maybe one day I will build for me another home.
For I loved you well: too good, too fast, too strong.
And once you loved me more than even words could ever know.
But maybe love so quickly given should just as easily be taken.
But maybe time should grab all and leave us dejected.
But maybe we are wise to just walk on and forget all that we experienced.
Maybe we are wise.
Maybe not so.
I don't know.
Yet beautiful you are,
And beautiful you remain,
With your eyes full of sorrow and your lips void with pain.
With those hands that used to hold me stilled by shame.
With that face that was once so tender now curious with disdain.
But beautiful you remain!
So go on and fly
And forget about me as I will about you.
You are and always will be the most precious thing,
But I never again will carry you with me.
Goodbye
You're still the most precious thing I know.
But please don't take me with you.
Leave me just one piece of me.
I need to mend me and grow.
Go on my beautiful.
Maybe one day you won't be the only creed I know.
Maybe one day with you I won't belong.
Maybe one day I will trully let you go.
Maybe one day I will build for me another home.
For I loved you well: too good, too fast, too strong.
And once you loved me more than even words could ever know.
But maybe love so quickly given should just as easily be taken.
But maybe time should grab all and leave us dejected.
But maybe we are wise to just walk on and forget all that we experienced.
Maybe we are wise.
Maybe not so.
I don't know.
Yet beautiful you are,
And beautiful you remain,
With your eyes full of sorrow and your lips void with pain.
With those hands that used to hold me stilled by shame.
With that face that was once so tender now curious with disdain.
But beautiful you remain!
So go on and fly
And forget about me as I will about you.
You are and always will be the most precious thing,
But I never again will carry you with me.
Goodbye
Like the sunrise
You are a beautiful sight to behold
Breaking forth piercing the skies
Brightening up my life
Your warmth eats up the dew
And so my heart pays its due
Like the early sun
That feels just right
So i find myself enjoying
Every minute of you
Every minute detail
From your radiant smile
To those glistening eyes
Like the noonday sun
You burn ever so brightly
My heart melts like wax
At God's amazing works
Temperatures soar
And the searing heat
The aftermath of feelings
Set ablaze
Like the afternoon sun
Clouds gather further a field
Threatening menacingly
Darkening the skyline
Through the rain my sun still shines
Like the setting sun
There are no words
To describe
The array of colours i see
But i choose one that will linger
Till sunrise
Sunset yellow
You are a beautiful sight to behold
Breaking forth piercing the skies
Brightening up my life
Your warmth eats up the dew
And so my heart pays its due
Like the early sun
That feels just right
So i find myself enjoying
Every minute of you
Every minute detail
From your radiant smile
To those glistening eyes
Like the noonday sun
You burn ever so brightly
My heart melts like wax
At God's amazing works
Temperatures soar
And the searing heat
The aftermath of feelings
Set ablaze
Like the afternoon sun
Clouds gather further a field
Threatening menacingly
Darkening the skyline
Through the rain my sun still shines
Like the setting sun
There are no words
To describe
The array of colours i see
But i choose one that will linger
Till sunrise
Sunset yellow
Passing emotion by Esther Neema
I know I can not explain how I feel
I do not know how to say this
I do not know how to do this
Sadly my culture won’t let me
But I would have said all this in words
You, my friend are the subject of my fantasies
Your eyes cause a certain feeling within me,
I kind of loose my concentration when you laugh
You my friend take me to a world id love to be
So I close my eyes and picture how you pass your days
I wonder how you look when your eyes are closed.
I wish I could say it all, show it all
But I won’t just in case this is a passing emotion
Suddenly my body is like a prison cage
If I could get to your heart and feel what you feel
To your head and see the way you think
Then I would understand the sense of calm
Like still waters you are so calm
You walk tall and I am forced to observe
From where am standing I can only observe
Wonder how close I could get
How much can I say?
So yes I said it all
And I know that this maybe a passing emotion
Like land and sea breeze
I enjoy as it lasts
I know that maybe one morning this friendship will be back to where it was.
Just an ordinary friendship
A past emotion
I do not know how to say this
I do not know how to do this
Sadly my culture won’t let me
But I would have said all this in words
You, my friend are the subject of my fantasies
Your eyes cause a certain feeling within me,
I kind of loose my concentration when you laugh
You my friend take me to a world id love to be
So I close my eyes and picture how you pass your days
I wonder how you look when your eyes are closed.
I wish I could say it all, show it all
But I won’t just in case this is a passing emotion
Suddenly my body is like a prison cage
If I could get to your heart and feel what you feel
To your head and see the way you think
Then I would understand the sense of calm
Like still waters you are so calm
You walk tall and I am forced to observe
From where am standing I can only observe
Wonder how close I could get
How much can I say?
So yes I said it all
And I know that this maybe a passing emotion
Like land and sea breeze
I enjoy as it lasts
I know that maybe one morning this friendship will be back to where it was.
Just an ordinary friendship
A past emotion
Guru: Moment of truth
Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some scandalous people wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen, to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin
Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin
Suicide? nah, I'm not a foolish guy
Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high
Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able, to withstand some more
But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo
I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine
My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind
And now some scandalous people wanna take what's mine
But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime
And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has it's day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth
Song of okall By bagansta Patrick
She got me thinking...
Thinking real deep,
Trying to comprehend it
For sure she proves wrong
He or she who said that;
''Beauty and brains don't mix”
Her beauty is pure like the sky on a clear night
With a zillion lights
When she smiles and exposes her angelic teeth,
It feels like the strike of lightening in a quiet storm
Her brain is like the making of the universe,
the milky way and the galaxy
So intricate you can't possibly understand it
Words that describe her
Are words which my non eloquent grammar
Can’t really describe
But I'll try...
She is nobility with a down to earth mentality
Plus personality
But not down on earth exactly
Matter of fact not down on earth at all
Her reasoning is like
The rebirth
Of Lincoln, Gandhi, and Martin
All blended up into one being
It is at par with the stars
Up above
In the outer space
She raises the bar
But won't appear too smart,
To cause
Her companions a discomfort
Yet never shallow to wallow
in the burrows of hollowness
She knows just when to stop
When to take it slow
And when to accelerate and just,
Let it go
Her thoughts are well calculated
Yet when she articulates,
What she thinks
It comes out so spontaneous like,
Her flawless form
When she dresses in,
Her simple but intriguing style
She'll be in a designer jeans,
Artistic blouse and a matching bag.
Hair style so unique yet like Arie,
She understands only too well that
'She is not her hair, she is not her skin'
Nor her facial
So she stays in full contact with her spiritual
But still in synchrony with her physical
She is like a dual;
Two complimenting beings in one
Even though she knows
She’s not-
Represented by just her clothes
She also knows
It doesn't hurt a bit to look presentable.
She makes you feel like you have to hustle
So as to win her soul
but deep within you do know,
no amount of money, gold, rubies or diamonds
can ever buy that which she truly holds
No, she don't carry a price tag along
but not to say she adores rags at all
one thing I like about her
is that she'll accept you just the way you are
whether you are
a rich man's son or
a bum up in a slum
Like an abstract piece of painting
she is so fascinating
I've never heard a man or woman her age
talk the way she does.
She's visionary yet less concerned
about what the future holds,
Each day she wakes up and works hard;
to preserve the present,
and she knows when tomorrow comes,
it will fall into it's rightful place
She is an angel,
so selfless
I go to the village to see the divine seer
and he tells me
"she is a goddess" yes
may the gods bless her karma
This are just but a few words,
that describes Anyango nyar Okall
Thinking real deep,
Trying to comprehend it
For sure she proves wrong
He or she who said that;
''Beauty and brains don't mix”
Her beauty is pure like the sky on a clear night
With a zillion lights
When she smiles and exposes her angelic teeth,
It feels like the strike of lightening in a quiet storm
Her brain is like the making of the universe,
the milky way and the galaxy
So intricate you can't possibly understand it
Words that describe her
Are words which my non eloquent grammar
Can’t really describe
But I'll try...
She is nobility with a down to earth mentality
Plus personality
But not down on earth exactly
Matter of fact not down on earth at all
Her reasoning is like
The rebirth
Of Lincoln, Gandhi, and Martin
All blended up into one being
It is at par with the stars
Up above
In the outer space
She raises the bar
But won't appear too smart,
To cause
Her companions a discomfort
Yet never shallow to wallow
in the burrows of hollowness
She knows just when to stop
When to take it slow
And when to accelerate and just,
Let it go
Her thoughts are well calculated
Yet when she articulates,
What she thinks
It comes out so spontaneous like,
Her flawless form
When she dresses in,
Her simple but intriguing style
She'll be in a designer jeans,
Artistic blouse and a matching bag.
Hair style so unique yet like Arie,
She understands only too well that
'She is not her hair, she is not her skin'
Nor her facial
So she stays in full contact with her spiritual
But still in synchrony with her physical
She is like a dual;
Two complimenting beings in one
Even though she knows
She’s not-
Represented by just her clothes
She also knows
It doesn't hurt a bit to look presentable.
She makes you feel like you have to hustle
So as to win her soul
but deep within you do know,
no amount of money, gold, rubies or diamonds
can ever buy that which she truly holds
No, she don't carry a price tag along
but not to say she adores rags at all
one thing I like about her
is that she'll accept you just the way you are
whether you are
a rich man's son or
a bum up in a slum
Like an abstract piece of painting
she is so fascinating
I've never heard a man or woman her age
talk the way she does.
She's visionary yet less concerned
about what the future holds,
Each day she wakes up and works hard;
to preserve the present,
and she knows when tomorrow comes,
it will fall into it's rightful place
She is an angel,
so selfless
I go to the village to see the divine seer
and he tells me
"she is a goddess" yes
may the gods bless her karma
This are just but a few words,
that describes Anyango nyar Okall
Calming rain by lavenda Sampele
Rain splatters outside my window pane,winding down a lousy,tiresome & hectic day.Each drop sends shivers down my spine,loving the feeling...it is just too divine.its like music 2my ears...gets me smiling from ear to ear.
Stepping out into the chilly rain,letting each drop wash away all my pain, gently trickling down my spine...giving rise to little goosebumps from deep within.
Winds whistle past me,leaves rustling all around me,lots of emotions brim the core of my very being...taking up a big whiff of that evening rain which soon penetrates all my veins.
Openin ma big brown eyes to all thats unseen,not blinking one bit...JUST BREATHIN IT ALL IN
Stepping out into the chilly rain,letting each drop wash away all my pain, gently trickling down my spine...giving rise to little goosebumps from deep within.
Winds whistle past me,leaves rustling all around me,lots of emotions brim the core of my very being...taking up a big whiff of that evening rain which soon penetrates all my veins.
Openin ma big brown eyes to all thats unseen,not blinking one bit...JUST BREATHIN IT ALL IN
My favourite subject by Esther Neema
Joyce Kayima
the first time you meet him he's too good to be true
he can understand all the things you've been through
but even when he breaks your heart in two
you just be sure he ain't crying over you
so when love goes bad and you feel so sad
and you feel like you're losing the best thing you ever had
don't feel like you want to die, don't decide that life is a lie
but most of all please just try, to never cry over a guy
he can understand all the things you've been through
but even when he breaks your heart in two
you just be sure he ain't crying over you
so when love goes bad and you feel so sad
and you feel like you're losing the best thing you ever had
don't feel like you want to die, don't decide that life is a lie
but most of all please just try, to never cry over a guy
Never there by David Omwange
Shes the song never sung
the battle never fought
the food 4 thought never tasted
the lost parable never taught
shes the eleventh commandment
the bridges we never crossed
the life we never lived
the time passed we never lost
shes the classic that will remain in fashion even after the future's become history
a pain so profound
its feared by a million miseries
shes the flag never raised
the graffiti never sprayed
that blazing freedom alien to us human prisons
shes the beast we could never tame
shes the poetry never recited
the beauty you meet between the lines
the match never lighted
the light bulb that never sparked in Einstein's mind
shes the one with no end
she never had a start
the torch so bright that it touched us beyond the deepest corners of our hearts
shes the nation Alexander couldn't conquer
the armor the world's weapons couldn't penetrate
shes the questions upon which Aristotle never pondered
the heat a thousand blessed lovers couldn't generate
shes the thought whose thought we never dared
the seed mother nature couldn't nurture because of fruit too wild to bare
Although she was never there
this is the woman with which my deepest consciousness will eternally have an affair
the battle never fought
the food 4 thought never tasted
the lost parable never taught
shes the eleventh commandment
the bridges we never crossed
the life we never lived
the time passed we never lost
shes the classic that will remain in fashion even after the future's become history
a pain so profound
its feared by a million miseries
shes the flag never raised
the graffiti never sprayed
that blazing freedom alien to us human prisons
shes the beast we could never tame
shes the poetry never recited
the beauty you meet between the lines
the match never lighted
the light bulb that never sparked in Einstein's mind
shes the one with no end
she never had a start
the torch so bright that it touched us beyond the deepest corners of our hearts
shes the nation Alexander couldn't conquer
the armor the world's weapons couldn't penetrate
shes the questions upon which Aristotle never pondered
the heat a thousand blessed lovers couldn't generate
shes the thought whose thought we never dared
the seed mother nature couldn't nurture because of fruit too wild to bare
Although she was never there
this is the woman with which my deepest consciousness will eternally have an affair
Like a bird by Peggie Mati Rua
They say home is where your heart is, well am like a bird who doesn't know where home is because love took away my heart leaving it in the sky to fly, wondering aimlessly, wishing that the one whom is loved by it would love it back so that my heart could settle and have a home once again.
The harp of Amore by Esther neema
Amore, when I was younger I danced to your music
You sat by the river and you would play that harp
Gently, so gently producing a melody, a melody so sweet
Music to my soul
Suddenly that music was cut off
I became a wanderer
Wishing and wailing that you would play that harp
Just one more time, maybe two times
Maybe come back and play that music
So I can dance
And so I cried
Hoping that wind would pass my sadness
And you would be back
Back to play that harp so I could dance
But Amore, though my voice of sadness called out
You drew neigh not
You went further
How could I dance?
Amore, how could I dance without music?
How could I make a melody alone?
So I stood up
Move a step at a time
To the left to the right
Swinging, shaking, and a melody was born
A rhythm
And your back Amore
Sitting by the river
Playing that harp
That music my heart so desired
I smile at you
You have mastered the art now
You are older now
That music is better than I ever heard it
But its not my music anymore Amore
Its your music Amore
It seized to be our music
Amore, how I wish I could dance to your harp
But my heart developed a new rhythm
A new rhythm, my rhythm
You are a mastre piece of art By Margaret Muthee
You are a mastre piece of art By Margaret Muthee
Know you are fine,
For the moon don’t make the stars shine...
Mountains don’t make rivers flow…
Light don’t make a day!
Know you are a masterpiece,
Daisy in his rose garden…
You are his own!
When they do menacingly mock, mourn at your being…
Know you are…
A master piece remember?
The value he – owner of the seas
Attaches to should on your toes keep u!
So when your patience they do try,
Do not sit down and cry!
Know you are…
You-are-above that!
An eagle that so high can fly,
Above the dark gray sky,
So spread your wings…
New life begins.
When you realize-you are…
You are a prince….son- daughter of a king!
Walk, talk, like one you represent…..
For the moon don’t make the stars shine...
Mountains don’t make rivers flow…
Light don’t make a day!
Know you are a masterpiece,
Daisy in his rose garden…
You are his own!
When they do menacingly mock, mourn at your being…
Know you are…
A master piece remember?
The value he – owner of the seas
Attaches to should on your toes keep u!
So when your patience they do try,
Do not sit down and cry!
Know you are…
You-are-above that!
An eagle that so high can fly,
Above the dark gray sky,
So spread your wings…
New life begins.
When you realize-you are…
You are a prince….son- daughter of a king!
Walk, talk, like one you represent…..
Potters princess by Esther Neema
My potter made me,created me,designed me for desire.perfected me in to this piece of art,a sight to uphold.gave me those irresistable eyes,sculpted my nose,and when he reached my lips,he took a little bit more time,shaped my teeth,and he knew that every time i smiled,someone would loose concentration.when he looked at me,he said wow,girl you are beautiful,this is my princess.he then breathed life in to me.put me in the womb of a woman who would nature me.he loved me,even though i was weak he would be strong for me evn when i clidnt see him.if my daddy told me im all that,who are you to tell me im not.if my potter moulded me into perfection,who are you to say that your eyes could have been bigger.if my king said i can who are you to say i cant.i may run from the palace sometimes,but that doesnt mean am not a princess.as long as my daddy is a king,then il always be a princess.
Best friend by esther neema
I knw that evry day il try to call you n you wnt pick up.i knw tht il nd to tell you sth n i wont c you.i cld hv done mo bt i dint cz i thot we hd time.a friend whose bn thea 4me in a million ways.nw all i have left with me r memories.im glad u gave me time 2b ur sunshine,but in real sense u were my sunshine.im yet to blive its true,coz i still close my eyes n hope il find u standing infront of me.so unbelievable yet nt believing daent stop it frm being i dnt knw where ur n if u cn evn c me,bt i hope u cn c me frm werever.ul always b in my heart,a very special place.
Alove beyond Romance by Esther Neema
Every day a day goes by n i knw i will say a word to you.a strange friendshp i knw,its mostly bn abt me.maybe cz wen i lock myself in closd doors and a painful tear runs down,1 i thnk of u,n evn after runing frm u,never bn ashamed to call u,cz il always be a child to u.u wnt ask me y im doin sth at my age.to al my friends who hurt sometimes or ur very lonely,or at tht point in time u feel no 1 understands,he never sleeps,n he daent care ur social class,ur color,n realy u dnt hv 2b the man infront of hm just be a person.u cn sob.strange ur the unseen 1 yet most effective.in ths life full of drama.he takes u thru al seasons,tho i cnt prove ur existance,ths love,compasion i cnt explain.u bring out the best in me.i stand in awe.i dnt understand hw u cld love me,or tht whore,on kstreet,u love her.he loves u too n hes just a call away.if his son did nt throw a stone at the adultrer,tho he was blameles,he wnt throw 1 at u,hel let u wash hs feet with oil,hel let u dine with hm tho ur like the hated tax colector,however evn in ur stench.a man cn love u n disapoint u,he maybe ur comforter today n tomorow ur source of pain.he mayb the 1 2protect u n 2moro wil ruin u.Daddy remains the same,nt bcz he cnt bt his grace,mercy n love.he knws ur name,he is the 1 who knws 4real the 1st time u smiled,nt ur folks,so realy he wants to listen 2u evn nw.he works 4me.ths love is truly beyond romance.
A story by Esther Neema
Another pain..another mistake..another season to bury her head in the sand.is it a disaster or is it a tragedy,or perhaps a crisis.today is another day 2fight a battle never won.to conquer her fears n perhaps rebirth hope.another season of tears even wen she thot she couldnt cry any further.refusing to cry only to find herself breaking down in closed doors.strong yet so weak.the mask is too old,she cnt wear it any longer.shes got to find her inner strength.not just the diva in her bt the gal who learns frm her mistakes.she got to find the little gal who cn really love .she needs to find her darling self the one who genuinely cares.she got to learn to say no,to refuse.she got to learn to say i love you once again.shes got to get love from the source.you c wea she went wrong is creating her own meaning.her own understanding,n perhaps designing her story.by her strength she thot she could,n the she learns its another mistake,another pain,another day to bury her head in the sand.in between ths happy times,alot of them,but indeed shes bn drawing a sad story,a very sad story.however the designer says i wont watch u go down coz i designed you.ur drop of tear i saw,n il tel u,ur beauty isnt a curse.let me redesign u.my story has a hapy ending.unless u let me i cnt.let me hold u,cuddle u.let me breath life in to you.a gift is given but unless she takes it,she cnt receive it.love daent cost so much pain,it brings so much joy.actually its beautiful,it one thng wen u receive,u dnt nd so much,ul still be hapy in a house wit just a stool.
Ooops By Paul Ainea
Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine.
A utopian dream.
Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.
But like all stars, you died.
That gas was gone.
No pull between us.
The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.
The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning
Its not okay by Esther Neema
I do want to reach out to you
tell you its okay
I want to encourage you
and tell you its fine
but you and me both know,
its not okay
I want to pull out that mask that smiles
and say, its okay we are cool
but you and me both know
its not okay
I want to pretend i dont see the wrong
close my eyes and wish the pain away
i want to say its nice knowing you
and all the wrongs done, its okay
we are cool
but you and me both know,
its not okay
Is this love, where
one has to loose
for the other to gain
that one has to break
for the other to mend
I was strong,maybe too strong
but even the strong break
so i broke you
and you broke me too
so now now we are even
so should we laugh it away
and say its okay
but you and me both know its not okay
So il walk away gently,
the best way i know how
I write my pain, the best i know
I write my pain thats all I know
I write it coz i couldn't say it
coz you and me both know,
Its not okay
