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Alva Kanyika Poem
When I see a Nerium oleander, in it i see the heart of a woman. An oleander is one of the world’s most pulchritudinous and deadly plants, and so is the woman’s heart; extremely pulchritudinous and deadly.
YHWH was and still is the greatest architect which in tells that he impressed and impresses the greatest plans on his architectural work. YHWH created everything else but still felt a part was missing, after stomaching the situation, he master- minded the heart of a woman.
So delicate is it, to devote.
So humane is it, to provide.
So enduring to deducing and so lenient is it to loving.
Not every male leader runs an organization, a family or a nation without the touch of a woman’s heart. The touch of a woman’s heart is so magical in a peculiar way such that it completes the equation of everything.
Not so innocent, the heart of a woman is also a solvent that mixes with any kinds of solutes to form both healing and toxic solutions.
The touch of a woman’s heart also works in a magical and peculiar way to complete the equation of everything evil.
So delicate is it, to becoming jealousy, obsessive and possessive and hence;
So conniving is it, to convince.
So swift is it, to break another heart and so forthcoming to do anything evil to obtain anything it so desires.
I would not be surprised if Lucifer’s entire heart was made up of just the ugly part of a woman’s heart.
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Alva Kanyika Poem
“QUEEN VAGINA WEPT”
Queen V governed her
monarchy for decades with
utmost discipline. Her subjects
helped in making her look like a
blameless and mighty god.
Every male leader envied her
government and hoped for her
decline with utmost pleasure.
At the drop of a hut, just like a
treasure that once had extreme
value and now can be picked on
the side walk without charge her
monarchy became. Again her
subjects played a huge role in
making her look foolish.
The monarchy was a
confinement which had
everything within it. All subjects
were born inside and were only
able to be seen, touched or
tempered with once they
attained the age of 25 and only
by a specific type of people.
SHAME! Who does not know
how these subjects look like?
SHAME! Who does not know
how their touch feels like?
SHAME! Who has not tempered
with anyone of them?
Almost everyone has enjoyed
the warm company of almost
every one of these subjects.
Looking at the number of the
remaining few loyal subjects,
the queen wept.
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Alva Kanyika Poem
AM I DREAMING
Momentarily, I stop and freeze
every worldly movement and
activity. As I consume myself
into each one of them I ask
myself, ‘am I dreaming?’ my
mind moves to and fro the
realm of imaginations and
thoughts laboriously
endeavoring to overhaul its
wondrous question, ‘am I
dreaming?’
I slice myself off reality, while
floating in space my mind
engulfs reality and all earthly
entities and puts them under
ratiocination I still hear a voice
whispering from within my
head, ‘am I dreaming?’
I then start to analyze all
environments and focus only on
those preponderating. I look
and penetrate my eyes through
impenetrable penetrations, and
I begin to see, ‘is this realistic?’
I ask myself.
I see blameless bloodshed, I
see sin in its whole ugliness
pouring out of people’s mouths,
I see envy in people’s eyes, I
see extravagancy, and I see
impoverishment and its twin:
penury.
I stand still and maintain
silence, I hear a roaring noise,
and I ask myself what it is. It is
heavy blustering winds both
from east to west and west to
east acting as a transportation
medium for sinful noises, I hear
ill words from the east, I hear
blasphemous voices from the
west, and I hear
misconceptions.
I hear and see offensive insults
and figures respectively, they
shake my whole body vigorously
and I feel like waking up
abruptly because of the terror
and horror in my dream. Am I
dreaming?
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The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Death, disease, suffering and
unrighteousness dropping on
people’s heads
Make me like a tortoise with a
shell oh lord to brace my head.
The rains of impossible and
unbearable are falling,
Dear lord, I need a shell to craw
in.
Alva kanyika.
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Boyfriend, girlfriend: that is
what they are known by
They promise never to say to
each other goodbye.
They call what is between them,
love,
But does it last a quarter their
age for them to have?
“Oh, let me warn you, sisters in
Jerusalem, by the gazelles,
Yes, by all the wild deer: don’t
excite love, don’t stare it up,
Until the time is ripe and you’re
ready.”
Boyfriend, girlfriend; if you have
me queried,
Love just happens.
Alva
kanyika.
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