Long Fervent Poems
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The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
and paints a golden garden in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushes fresh your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
that glitter with seraphic grandeur of glittering pearls,
relentless rhapsody wraps the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As the cadence of your remote heart pulsates within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I float.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the chromatic contours of your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit of earnest yearning to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my captivating craving
melts in an endless torrent of engulfing emotion,
where you disappear with the cascading waves of despair.
Wandering listless in the desiccated wasteland
of the waning memory of divested longing,
my tear drops roll on the dismal course of melancholy,
where I hear the enchanting echo of songs you sang for me.
You’ll never know how much in the downhearted time
I miss you when I’m deprived of your love.
In verdant refuge, I've concealed,
Whispered of your grace, in veiled tongue.
Unveiling passion, dread abounds,
Sleep flees, with love's throb throbbing.
From the instant our gazes met,
A nexus formed, ethereal thread.
Emotion's haze, unsure, elusive,
Yet, within, a fervent ember.
This liaison, steeped in enigma,
Deeper essence, all must fathom.
Thus, humbly I descend, knees kissed,
Propounding queries poised for you.
If you acquiesce, divinely concur,
I'd transcend, paramount suitor.
Allow celestial grace to drape,
Your form, the heavens adorning.
Though your heart may veer, astray,
I beseech, will you grant?
Through love's threshold, grant me passage,
Journey as one, fate entwined.
Reveal the cryptic enigmas hidden,
In whispered echoes, affection's code.
Untangle the tapestry, our destinies,
Intertwined, two souls harmonizing.
Let us waltz amidst love's sonata,
Symphony resplendent, hearts entwined.
In twilight's embrace, serenade whispers,
As constellations witness our ardor.
Unveil the tendrils of desire,
Lush petals unfurling, passion ablaze.
Euphoria's hymn, sung fervently,
As time surrenders to our unity.
Shall we etch our tale,
In ethereal ink, love's manuscript?
Within the labyrinth of devotion,
We'll script a tapestry, everlasting.
Allow your essence, an elixir sweet,
To intertwine with mine, inseparable.
Through tempest's gale or tranquil seas,
We'll weather love's ever-changing tides.
With you, the hours dance,
In harmonious rhythm, souls enmeshed.
In your presence, serenity finds home,
A sanctuary, where love's embers glow.
So, let truth unfurl,
Unlock secrets, desires untamed.
In this waltz of hearts, entwined,
Shall we embark on love's voyage?
Speak, and in your words,
Shall the universe sway, hearts aligned.
For in your answer lies my solace,
A symphony composed, love's opus divine.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
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Tender memories can't fade as quickly as seasons,
they r'll stop beating on a destined night,
and the one who gave me life and might:
is always present, never gone as the lost years!
Today it won't rain while her maternal eyes will reflect
the lovely blue-bells of the nearest and greenest meadow,
and I expect another miracle as she promises a tomorrow
without cloudy days that she herself saw from the world below;
try to smile, mom...it would be exciting but bitter-sweet to wait!
Prayer, more than flowers, is the humble gifts of your son who eagerly goes back
to the prime of his youth when his thoughts were as clear as a brook:
growing up with fervent faith and strictly living by the Holy Book;
didn't he later fell short and sinned, but returned with a repentant look:
that's when forgiveness transformed him as he was awaken by the luminous day-break?
Others don't see me as someone distant and alone,
I remind them of you: strong, warm and gentle...
can dangers befall as darkness makes me tremble?
None of them have power over me to make me shamble...
whenever I think of you who are always present, never gone!
Words cannot express how I feel inside.
My bleeding heart, my love, cannot find rest.
Have not ceased crying since the day you died.
It feels like my heart was yanked from my chest.
I never hurt before to this degree.
Happiness depleted, misery reigns.
Emotions capsized like ships on the sea.
Senses stimulated – then comes the pain.
Every single day, I think of you.
Gone, but your memory is here to stay.
I feel you, hear you – and I smell you too.
When I gaze at photos, I’m swept away…
I often think about the good old days,
Moments spent with my best friend.
Our devotion, no one could ever dissuade.
Like a circle, our love, had no end...
I don't know if my heart will ever heal...
I miss you, but I have to face the facts,
No wish, no prayer, nor fervent appeal,
I utter will ever bring you back.
So I sit here with memories of you my love,
Fabulous reveries of a kismet match;
Transcending earth and the heavens above,
The perfect love that forever lasts...
One day my love, God, will bring us together again,
For our love is like the circle, it has no end!
“Life without colors is colorless” – poet
In a world painted with vibrant hues,
Life unfolds in a spectrum of views,
With so many colors, both bold and bright,
Each shade telling stories, day and night.
As the sunrise, aureate and tender,
Life's avenues begin to sweetly render,
At each dawn, a pristine canvas is laid,
Strokes of hope and dreams therein cascade.
Orange, ablaze with ardor and delight,
It sparks passions within, a fervent light,
Aflame like wild infernos that dance,
Kindling aspirations, like a child's trance.
Amidst meadows, verdant fields serene,
Nature's tableau, tranquil and serene,
Emerald foliage murmurs secrets concealed,
A sanctuary for peace, its power revealed.
Blue, the color of the endless sky,
A gentle reminder as time passes by,
It reflects our dreams, aspirations so high,
Guiding us with its calm, soothing sigh.
Violet blooms, a touch of mystique,
With its elegance, it captures the unique,
Majestic like twilight, a moment divine,
Unveiling wonders, in shades that intertwine.
And midst the tumult, a touch of crimson fire,
Passion's ardent love, hearts doth inspire,
Like an ever-burning flame, constant and bright,
Igniting bonds where memories take flight.
Embrace this palette, unfurl spirit's sail,
In life's colors, miracles prevail.
In poverty's grip, we struggle to stand
Delays in church programmes, with empty hand
No money, no food, yet we accuse the night
Ignorance abounds, in futile fight
"Kill it! Die by fire!" we cry in vain
While future's labour, we refrain
Little wonder poverty's dark veil remains
As Africans pray, while Chinese innovate and sustain
China rises, in tech's mighty stride
Creating jobs, and a future to abide
But we, in ignorance, our potential waste
Forgetting scripture's wise and timeless taste
"Faith without work is dead," it's written true
Yet churchgoing sleep, won't see us through
Breakthroughs need hard work, consistent and real
Not just fervent cries, or emotional zeal
Balance we seek, between work and prayer
Engaging hands, not just fervent air
For faith alone, without labour's might
Leaves dreams to wither, in endless night
Let's strike the balance, and take the lead
Work and faith, in harmony we'll proceed
No more delays, no more empty cries
A brighter future, with hard work's wise eyes.
In the vibrant life’s ever-changing dynamic landscape,
the paved pathway across the undulating topography
meandered to the nebulous future beyond perception,
taking shape of desire in the template of configured time,
where I traversed ardently in a beguiled state of trance,
following the designed footprints of the dormant destiny.
Many surging streams in spate I swam in the storm,
with the unfurling buds of nascent dreams held close
to the adoring heart, lest they all wither away and drown.
In the valley of flowers I chased the butterflies of passion
through the melting arch of rainbow in the chromatic sky,
where my avid yearning soared high on its fervent wings.
As the spent sun sinks at the edge of the fading twilight,
on the disappearing trail of time covered by obscure dust,
with the cornucopia of the fulfilled life I walk the last mile.
While looking back I see the snapshots of contentment,
resplendent still in the benevolent glow of God’s grace,
lighting the last part of path to the precinct of eternal bliss.
April 30, 2021
To Daniel, dear friend, I confess,
A yearning deep, a need to express,
The value I hold, the worth I see,
In this bond we share, just you and me.
I strive to show, with actions true,
My support, my loyalty to you.
To listen close, to offer aid,
And celebrate the joys we've made.
But if my efforts seem to stray,
Or doubts arise along the way,
Know this, my friend, my heart's intent,
To cherish our connection, fervent.
Perhaps a conversation, open and sincere,
Can bridge the gaps and banish fear.
For in this friendship, I find my grace,
A bond I cherish, a warm embrace.
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire latent,
I carved the charming channel of craving to reach you.
The yearning cloud melted in a mesmeric torrent,
made a surging stream I swam under the sky blue.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my sensation soared high in your spring moonshine sky,
adorned by the luring lattice of the stars of love pure,
draped my heart with the enchanting tinsels, I saw fly.
The spring departed quietly, left a gorgeous gift for me,
a bunch of red rose I kept in my heart for you to greet
with the lure of love as dainty as dewdrop could be,
in the summer of discontent I didn’t let it wither a bit.
In midsummer night gleamed by moonbeam you’re with me
on the passion bank of river soaking sequined satin stardust,
where in the vase of my heart the rose you could see
radiate the patina of crimson charisma laced by lustrous lust.
With the mesmerizing murmur of the sonorous stream,
the fervent music of my love I longed to compose,
weave with its lyric in your eyes the lattice of my dream,
entranced by my kiss the eyelids you would never close.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
your beauty embellished the beguiled boughs like a dove.
The sapphire patina within the unfurled iris buds grew,
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of true love.
A secret accord written in breaths,
Configured in kisses and celestial caresses,
A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love,
Upon this stringless harp called Love.
Ancestral pact,
Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies
That hide behind a curtain of raw and fierce desire,
We prefigure the metamorphosis, from beasts to those who drape in divine silks -
In the temple of love, the fervor softens, becomes tenderness.
In your magical whirl, there I lose myself, trying to pronounce your name,
As a nighttime sparkle seeks a gentle reflection in the cold water,
My desire, a traveler without clothes, eagerly searches for your lips,
Weaving, in the silence of moments, the eternity of a tempestuous kiss.
Our hidden power, a perpetual transfiguration,
Words become fervent refrains, playful,
And weighing ecstasy in the empire of our unrest.
Our free bodies dance and crash in an irresistible longing,
You know me from before the world,
And I penetrate you as the zephyr whispers across the plain,
Yes, the potency of love is the cloak that conceals us, crowns us
With the edge of a white gazebo,
Pure and unrepeatable as the malt of our fervent love,
Tumultuous and headstrong, like the hazard of our passion,
The power of love is the murmur of day and night.