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Rwabwogo B.Moses Poem
From side to side;
the smile of the morning sun,
and the cool of the midnight moon,
amidst the sparky stars.
I grin like a Cheshire cat.
as I seat underneath Divinity’s love for the globe;
the Soft breezes blow from odorous meadows
I get filled up with
nostalgic memories,
Oh! the good old days.
my dark brown eyes,
the dark youthful skin,
my frizzy youthful hair.
Everything retreated from me.
Oh! the good sweet old days,
Am now ancient,
My never ending epistemophilia and
wish to give the young people optimism.
my adaptability be exhume,
and live among the folk.
Change cannot be paused,
it’s an automatic,
it needs not your consent to transpire.
Wreathed in smiles,
about my then and now;
I go to slumber like
a bird singing on the tree.
I’ve tasted of life’s sweet wine.
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Rwabwogo B.Moses Poem
A NIGHTINGALE IN THEE
Its most wondrous right how
thee speaketh to mine own heart,
without declaring a word,
thee did touch mine own heart,
and dumb mine own fledgling soul.
The memo in thy smileth,
deliv’rs right,
what to beest in loveth with thee,
to loveth thee,
very much means.
Am I dreaming?
‘r else am mining?
Thou art mine own loveth
Am thy doveth.
Mine own empress,
am thy highness.
Am bethinking,
our palace,
shall beest by the side
and standeth in solace
by side
of the Lord’s house .
A dead sir can waketh up to spy on our story.
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Rwabwogo B.Moses Poem
Upon my skin a a mark remains,
My scar, a mark of my history,
a scar that tells tale, of a moment in my life,
a story etched upon my skin,
a memory of pain and Victory,
a reminder of where I've been,
That left me feeling frail,
It happened in the flash,
a the sudden burst of pain,
and in that moment I knew,
my life would never be the same,
each line tells the tale of the struggle,
of the battles fought and won,
of the wounds that healed but left a mark,
of strength and courage that I've shown,
my scar is a sign of memory,
showing I've been hurt and have healed,
It speaks of moments of weakness,
when life dealt a heavy blow,
the wound was deep and raw,
and the healing took its time,
as I watched it slowly mend,
I found strength Sublime,
also my my resielence as,
I rose and refused to let go,
For every time I looked at the scar on my skin,
my scar was a symbol of my journey,
a badge of honour, won with pride,
I was reminded of my courage,
I found deep within,
trials I have faced,
and the person I've become.
So I wear my scar with dignity,
I learned to be brave,
and let my scar be a source of light,
and face my fears head on,
never give up hope,
and keep on keeping on,
though it maybe small,
that scar upon my skin; invisible or visible,
tells the story of my past,
and the beauty of my fight,
it holds the story of my strength,
and the battles that I've won,
most massive characters are seared with scars,
It's the scars on the warrior that tell the victories,
That is the story of my scar.
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IT'S WORTH KNOWING
when wind and waves came, it vanished and vanquished,
only if time could walk to 1900s,
I would make pen kiss paper;
my history.
make wrongs right,
curves straight,
may be determine my fate,
and destiny.
time could tell,
a tale would be told,
it would say a tale.
this would be considered,
the most remarkable fairy tale,
How many times do you touch river water?
never touched twice.
A complete family tree,
I would ink, this time not on water or in soil ,
wind and waves will come again,
it will shine,
and again it will rain.
The tree will grow again,
the tree will have roots again,
it will bare fruits again,
when it rains again,
and shines again.
My lantens will light,
my origin will shine,
my lamp will burn bright,
like the sun I'll shine.
my legend and descendants will live on,
knowing their origins,
to guide them thorough;
So!
it's worth knowing.
By RWABWOGO II. B. MOSES
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