Best Tillers Poems

The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun...

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I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native soil
Of crystal clear streams
Where laughing youth
Was spent in carefree
Abandonment.

My dad’s eyes gleamed
As they spoke of glowing hearths
Clustered around with pots...

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The Christian life is not robotic
The Kingdom of God is very organic.

It is not "do this and you will get that"
But a Seed of life on His welcome mat.

It's not "do good and you'll get good"
But feeding from Jesus the heavenly food.

It's not "do bad...

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Like a distant relative, the moon looks down
upon the face of its ravaged cousin, with
eyebrows arched and telling finger raised. All
the while giving thanks for its airless habitat

It watches the needless capture of bodies 
and release of butchered souls. And explosive 
judgements shaking the stable...

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It is May Day, today.
A day in the month of May.
A day set aside for the illustrious
men and women of the world.
Dutiful and diligent fellows.
Individuals with thoughts of change 
for the global village.
A global village we all inhabit.
Great inventors,living and gone.
Explorers, far and near.
Business moguls,high...

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From Kenya came Kenyatta the great

One of Africa's greatest of all time

a land rich in nobility and heroism

yet greatly disliked by nature!

Situated in the scorching sun of Africa

and rarely visited by annual showers.

Four years on, nature has withheld its dews!

Not a day of rainfall to...

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Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.

His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.

Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are...

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Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and chew the gum of past.

Remember, the storms do not count...

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Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.

His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.

Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are...

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A POET AS METAPHOR**********

I am a poet from the common ground, 
From thIs blue planet’s distinctive character— of
Continental shifts and rockslides, from valleys to Mountain crowns — always toiling to reclaim itself.

I am a poet from the land and moil tread
Over by hooves; feet; farmers’...

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FLOCK   OF   BOATS


Who hasn’t watched boats bobbing in the shallows
Restlessly pulling at their slack tethers in the softly breaking waves?
They  are live things with souls that stretch out to the horizon,
And feel happiest  with the splash of deep saltwater...

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Grey vapour sated clouds extend their chain 
Of rainy bursts and torrents at a glance
The hoarse throat whine from canyons weren’t in vain
As green shoot tillers bow to circumstance 
Rush petals weave a chain of svelte romance
On river banks where oak beam timbres fall 
Coy...

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Tillers cost up to three hundred dollars
I don’t need one, I have a puppy
He digs a hole every day to bury his face in
All I have to do is stake him out like a goat on a chain
Wherever I want my garden...

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The season the tillers earnestly await,
The thirsty and parched celebrate,
The dead are awakened,
The weak are strengthened,
An envelope of life and beauty permeate.



February 18, 2022...

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The noddy land

Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening
It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams
but are vital in living life.
What my ghostwriter tries to say is: dreams come true.

I was back in the valley where I used to live and...

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