WATCH OUT!

The darker the girl

The more the intensity of loyalty there can be

Look!

This darker skin is a gem

The lighter is not

You’ll attest with me

The latter is vulnerable to predators

At the slightest smell of petrol

At the sight of a big shilling note

At the whiff of an aroma of pizza or fries

Oh it follows quickly

It never hesitates

And is easily driven insane 

Particularly if your engine is running on petrol

“Yes”:

The term chipped deep in the so called lighter skin

It goes,it never stops

It cares not

It is the hotbed of all troubles

This damn skin!

#Siambe_2017

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THE DAY I’LL GET DAMN BITTER!

I will challenge the sun that sees in the morning to see at night
I will dare gather all the eagles and dare them to swim deep into the sea

When they dive and burry themselves in the dark of the sea,the fish shall fly

That day, I shall sermon a lion into a duel 

I will lose my senses and visit the super brothel in the middle of the city 
I will choose a fat,haggard whore to sin with

I will scream my within  and squeeze all seeds,anger,into a harlot

Then carry my sinful self into a cheap bar, drink cheap liquor then leave

That day,I will drag myself,stagger home to my dear wife on top of my voice
When am at the wooden door of our hut,I will stretch and belch,to fill the room with the stench of very cheap liquor 

I will then open my smelly mouth and begin to confess and to disgust

Yes, I will tell her  bad things only ,until she gets so scared to believe

I know she will sob bitterly and wail in hurt
But I will hold back my tears and watch her lament and curse

Slowly, I will leave the room and walk towards the cemetery

And make it my next home

#just_poetrypopouts

#siambe_2017©

IS THIS KENYA REALLY?

Am very patriotic, but i lack a story
Because Kenya is such a country
Where things are on the contrary
I doubt, is this really Kenya?

I remember well, Kenya had fame
It also had a meaningful name
But see now, we are all in shame
Is this really Kenya?

Civil servants on strike, no salary
It is now lecturers and ‘madaktari’
Economy on a hike, heavy to carry
Is this really Kenya?

We take doctors to detention
Then still blame the opposition
Even for our acts of corruption
Is this really Kenya?

Trying to make our nation sovereign
We sent our army to be foreign
On us,it started to rain
With no provoke, is this really Kenya?

To the government of Jubilee
I only have a single plea
Please before you flee,
Restore our Kenya.Make it Kenya again.

#poetrypopouts_2017©

A tear of a million emotions

​When you feel so lonely and can’t sleep at night,because everything gives you a fright.The pain and the sadness takes control,and once again you’re all very alone.

The pain I feel is torturing,and i think my life isn’t really worth living.I keep living , hoping it might end immediately someway,and i go to sleep and pray to God,but it doesn’t work… I am too stuck!

All the tears cooped up inside ,from all the lies that am deemed to tell.Just one tear shows a million emotions.It’s all mixed and with terror and wonder.

I momentarily try acting happy,but at this very night when I’m all alone,some how it all spills out ,no-one can see, and no-one can hear.

All of the pain and all of the fear.All of the love,yet still these feelings of distrust!Maybe i don’t know something right.I go to sleep hoping i won’t wake up,with the only person I fully trust distrusting me.Again no sleep anyway.I wake ,I sleep.No comfort.

It isn’t easy and i can’t say it is,until you know just how it feels,my soul is dying,why do I keep trying?Nothing will be believed maybe.Again ,I am not justifying myself.

This is from the heart of all my feelings and emotions.I find it difficult to talk when am so low.And I am not angry,it is only feels disheartening to know somebody I really count on doesn’t trust me at all.The day she’ll stop doubting any of my words, I will be that happy person I know I want to be.But just acting happy is too hard for me.I love her so much.

LOVE WAS THERE TOO

There’s a story that we’ve all heard
A story that always sounds so bad

Of a man who left his woman

Or a woman who left her man

Of a love that led to the loss of a life

A love that seemed to fade with time

A love that couldn’t stand the test of time

My apologies if this sounds too familiar

My perspective tonight is just a bit peculiar
Take one

They married young, both were crazy in love

He worked so hard, so that her hand he could have

She was a good wife, knew her place in his life

And he too, made her proud to be his wife

The babies came, and her attention waned

He had been so tame, now he seems so pained

Seeking solace in the arms of another

Casting her out, soon after making her a mother

But at some point, he loved her too

Have you heard of a story close to that?
Take two

High school sweethearts, been together through thick and thin

Whatever the challenge, together they knew they’d win

Then came tuition, and the trip to Yatta ,or Kit mikai, or Mombasa,for camping

They were both too young, and life already too tempting

Both too broke, with the parents already straining

When she gets the cash, he starts suspecting

He gets insecure, she hates his questioning

And without the trust, all that love became nothing

But before all that, they loved each other too

Are you sure you haven’t heard of a story like theirs?Or one closer to that?
Take three

A pretty lass with a tight ass meets a gentleman

He woos her successfully, becomes her man

To him she bares her soul, and her body as well

And he loves her back so hard, puts her under his spell

But no fairy tale lacks its speck of hell in this life

That’s when in came ‘Becky’ with the good hair

Or was it ‘Ruben’ with the better ear

Someone found out, and it all vanished into thin air

Love was here too, and it was true remember

Am certain you know one such love story
Finale

This is a bit personal, let’s mark it as confidential

Nobody likes a rival, even if it’s only provisional

If you love her, love her right, regardless of the bad possibilities

If you love him, don’t think twice, because life has enough uncertainties

We’ve seen too many people get hurt

Too many songs and stories about a broken heart

Too many good things that we end up compromising just out of lust

When it comes to love, our stupidity and selfishness turns once a happy affair into a bitter clinging

Personally,i will treasure the one I truly love and never let it be a tale of where love was too

And just so you know, I love you and love is here now and tomorrow(Dedication to the one my soul always yearns for)

#Siambe C._2017©

A FABLE : NEVER SAY NEVER

There once was a halfling called Trevor 
Whose every sentence ended with ‘never’

For instance he’d say, ‘I’m here, never!’

So technically he never said never

For when one says a word where another is to be said

Then the word said is actually unsaid. 

That’s how words like ‘bad’ became ‘good’

And an erect penis was dubbed ‘wood’. 

Anyway,

Trevor was walking in the forest

When he ran into a wizard taking a rest

In his monstrosity of a house made of wood and stone

Where he stayed alone like really bad cologne

The wizard asked Trevor if he wanted to see magic

‘Yes. Never,’ Trevor replied, with his verbal tic

Which first confused the wizard, then made him mad

Because he thought Trevor was a disrespectful lad

And, to teach him a lesson, he turned Trevor into a termite

By casting a spell that would wear off by midnight

So he and termite-Trevor retired to the wizard’s wood-house 

As the wizard fell asleep, Trevor was as quiet as a mouse

Until he moved around the house and tasted the wood. 

With instant gratification he shouted, ‘Wow! That tastes good.’

And he ate up the place until the house was no longer existing

Thus the wizard and the stones were floating in mid-air

So when the wizard awoke he was airborne, then looked down

At that point, gravity brought him crashing down!

And the stones buried him whole as a termite 

Escaped the rubble at a minute to midnight

And, at a minute after midnight, Trevor went on his way

To say never again as he never meant to say.

#poetrypopouts

Siambe@2017©

I DO

​On days when my chest is a pile of clogged pipes,

On mornings when my eyelashes are crusty,

And my eyeballs gyrate against sand;

I love you

On silent days that are loud and i need to be silent;
I love you

On mornings when I strive for strength but find stupidity,
On days when my skin turns chocolate and I am rebaptised- betrayal;

I love you

In minutes,
In seconds;

When leaving you makes no sense

I love you

In vacant pockets of time, when warmth brings sense;
When warmth escapes me,

When warmth bakes me,

When you’re the only draught in my life,

I love you

When all of me is a feeling that can be defined in one sentence,
I love you

On all of these instances;
I love you

#poetrypopouts#siambe©