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falling in love with a poet

Falling in love with a poet

If you fall in love with a poet
Pray that your days be long
She can heal you with her sonnets
She can nurse you with her magical songs
Her word is like a bullet
In heart it goes deep and long
Even if you are low and desperate
She can make you feel strong
Sometimes you have to forget
The world you truly belong
What do you make of such a goddess?
Who sets your life free
You are feeling out of place
She makes you stand tall like a tree
Knowing you have such a firm base
You are lucky you have to agree
For I feel in love with a poet
My prayer is now a short say
I’ve one petition in my heart
Just a wish for her to stay
When my life is tearing a part
She works it like clay
Its not long way since we met
But let me have this to say
I know she is working very hard
Because she feels my pain
She takes it with her very hand
She mends it with her pen
My life was but desert sand
She fell upon me like drop of rain
And now she means my whole world
That she has given me to reign
My inside weighs more than the words
With which I’m trying to explain.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2014

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My last stand

I climbed the mountains, I've trodden the plains
I walked in the scorching sun and also the rains
I reached far ends and may be crossed the lines
Through the fangs and sometimes tides
But luck goes to he who keeps alive
For it's the wages of every persistent strive
And the passing of time brought me to my best love
Sh'ld it be slavery I'm choosing to slave
You see freedom is a feeling only felt in the heart
It starts with you before comes the light.
Your choice is your freedom: the magic of your might
It sends you into the sky like flying kite
The day i met her, she became a place to stand
My past from then became a dark land
And i gripped Catalina in my very right hand.
Remember home is a head and never behind.
For now i don't care whether i found love or it found me
As long as it gave me wings to fly free
It's hard my friends you can't really agree
That I'm stronger and straighter than a palm tree.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2016

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Catalina

If you see Catalina please w'ld you tell her
That a second without her is a Thousand years
It may be a minute down but it seems too far
Enough for a man to go pleading for prayers
I tried writing her some sort of a letter
But nothing could be enough to speak for my heart
You see Catalina is far beyond every logic of nature
The power of words can never reach the peak of her height
My feelings for her is behind such an ordinary measure
For she deserves love put in public light
Never had she Been a lady to keep in a hide
She's got far more than your ordinary bride
Her elegance speaks more than a flying dove
She's a thief of an eye, hearts and minds
And may be a robber with un beatable portion
You want it or not she divides the lines
In the nature of love she stands as the reason
For she turns you faster than a running wind mill
Of all, you place her as your first petition
Dying or living, she's the secrete to heal
As i told you once and now again
Catalina is a charming beautiful creation

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2016

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A TALK WITH THE HOMELESS TEENAGER

On the day darkened by the thick clouds
 I traveled aimlessly a round the ugly town
There in corridor beneath the lonely street
A boy seeming dead lay silently and straight
Among the tins, papers and old boxes
I moved my hand upon his patched rags
And folks passing- by sneered at me standing there
Mourning over such they took for thugs
When in the end i decided to go
The boy rose silently and clang to my feet
“listen to my story, a cry of my soul”
He said in the voice that rose and fell
“Why in the world should one pretend
To be molding rules he really can’t a mend
You and he and she all know
People like us only God knows!
Dead or livin’ sick or cold
The nightly creatures know it ll
And what have we to eat who cares at all
All they sing, peace for all
And who care if we too got dreams,
All they say reach your goals
And here we freeze each night that falls
And there they say God for all
Love your neighbor s you love your soul
A mocking statement to the living souls”

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2013

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POETRY

Just to write lines
    And heal your pain
     Just to read lines
       And throw your strain
        Just to think a while 
        And shape the world
         Just to read and walk the miles
          Just to relax and meet the dead
           Just to say poetry will never fade.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2013

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MY TRUE LOVE

Dirty and helpless,
You found me.
Wandering and homeless,
You became my home.
Cold and shivering,
You gathered me.
You built me a city strong than Rome,
Feared and avoided like a skin disease.
Thirsty and hungry, 
You took me in.
And made me the dolphin, you the sea.
Standing a lone like a desert tree,
Swaying and bending to the passing winds.
You let me rode over your spreading wing,
Far we went ,you still carried me.
Tired you became, you moved on your knees,
And I on your back I grew to be free.
My heart, your room you paid your fee,
From your pain I made you this golden key,
But for your callused feet, I will be the shoe.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2014

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NELSON MANDELA

He fell in the world like dripping rain
He shone in the land like a moving star
He walked the way that was full of pain
The journey was tough but he walked far
The song he sung in his callusing chains
Is the same that broke our prison bars.

And then like a farmer he sowed his seeds
Upon this soil by the river that flow
And some said the field was full of weeds
Growing quickly and the crops slow 
But for he said his field was a string of beads
With diverse colors and beautiful more.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2014

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I'M GOING MY WAY

I am going my away
Not dark not far as
they say
 No one has gone
there before
“Oh brother that
way” they say
Goes beyond those
smoky hills, perhaps
further…
You won’t go alone,
that’s father

For accompany I
haven’t asked for
any my friends
This is my way, not
mine with friends
There might be
warriors to ambush
me
There might be
beasts waiting for
me
There might not be
anything to stop me
Because no one has
gone there before me
And you who opens
your big mouth to
speak to me
Don’t you dare
follow me!
Coz this one here,
is mine!

Now I am gone and
forgotten
But there people not
to forget me
Coz they saw my back
fading away
Into the dark and
they prayed
But let them pity me
not in their prayers
Let them dream me
not in their dreams
For I have found joy
in my journey:
Some drums to beat
as I go
Some fruits to pick,
so
Call it a
stone-rough pathway
Or anything, with
your quick tongue
let me say
But this is the only
way I can go
therefore,
I am not a sightless
or a lost runaway

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2012

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MY CHOICE

Mama said to me
“liL simon, never you be you
Never please you
Please me who made you live
Always walk under my arm
Now be what I want you to be
Be a doctor
And be my son
Be in the laboratory
Be treating hearts
Fix the rotting kidneys
Fix the rotting lungs
Save the dying thousands
And be my son"

But for I said to mama 
"I wanna be me
And please every man
I wanna be a writer
A prophet of justice
A son of the society
Mending morals
Of today and tomorrow
We the sons of today
That way we follow.

Now I wanna be me
I wanna be a writer
A voice of the voiceless
A hero of the silent
A burner of the thousands
A hope of the hopeless
A friend of the abandoned
A voice that never dies
A poet of all times
The breaker of injustice lines
And I will be your son
And a son of every man"

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2012

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MY LOVE

Oh my love is like endless blue sky line,
Hanging above in beauty.
Or like striking sun rays,
Upon a beautiful city.
I hold her like a blossoming rose,
I pluck her with pity.
When the world is lost in the darkness,
I hold her like a candle in my hands.
And in the thick quiet darkness,
I trace away through strange lands.

Oh my love is like morning dew,
Upon leaves of grass.
Or like any fragile thing, 
You hold like a glass.
We shall go our way,
Through that never- ending pass.
Many more will tag along,
But none shall pass.

Oh my love is like the flow of the Nile,
Sweeping over beautiful a African soil.
She and I like the Nile,
Day and night we go miles.
Long the distance we tread,
Far the home we shall arrive.

Copyright © SIMON ROLANDS ASIIMWE | Year Posted 2012

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