Long Pulchritude Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

Read More

An Angel In Disguise
Where is the moon during the dark hour? It only comes when the darkness is over.  Only the moon was there for me in my darkest night. Many claimed to be...

Read More

He crafted word ...
all plucked delicately
like the petals pulled for a vinok
precious and pink and pulpy
wove them, giv'n a similar grace
not for vanity, mind you ... or even title
but to stir the cockles
a soul-or-two ......

Read More

"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the essential missing elemental,
they can be heard harshly calling, 
after a...

Read More

Does it mean we are friends if I mirror your thoughts,
That we like the same jokes or our politics sing
A conventional melody?

Does the ground shake (we stand on) when boundaries slip,
When emotional dams burst, magnetic...

Read More

Rumination on the ruination of water

A pleasant clearing with lots of grains
but only a touch of water,
the trickle trailed through transparently
and so the migrating chickens stayed,
but as the flock expanded there emerged 
the problem of...

Read More

What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless 
you are by my side.???

Is there...

Read More

I refer back to my descendants with ativistic charcteristics,
Hit the beat with a punchline and regurtitate on it's existance,
Where did Skitzo arrive from, is he a miracle from the Heavens?
Through the mist and the fog,...

Read More

Here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

    You,
Whose thatch is a-glow with fires of Beauty
  That burns my heart,
    unkempt and wild,
Sits atop...

Read More

‘Twas on a long winding road drive and decided to roam
around an old town down by the emerald reverie.
I came across an old charming Victorian home,
so full of pulchritude and stunning beauty. 
It had a...

Read More

Like a very sensitive flower that blossom in the garden once in a new moon, whenever you blossom, you let the whole world see the pulchritude of your nature, but if anyone touches you, you...

Read More

A lOVERS' SONG
 My lover  is as elegant as Mwanda

  She is a dark mirror in the sun radiating beauty and charm

  Achieng has big round eyes and teeth as white as...

Read More

Meet me here angel surrogates
for i have allowed my eyes to consume your make
and out of oblivion exploited my appreciation.

You bayonetted me with a warm grin,
embraced me with you fatal glance,
punctuated my wholeself with your...

Read More

What a phlox in you I find,
What a Rose Flower, oh babe:
Bright like early morning sun of xmas.
Succulent “things” like the rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard.

Oh Babe what a beauty you are to behold...

Read More

A LOVER'S SONG

My lover  is as elegant as Mwanda

She is a dark mirror in the sun radiating beauty and charm

Achieng has big round eyes and teeth as white as goat’s milk

Yet now I sing...

Read More

I am who I am, but some people call me black.
They don’t just call me black, they also say I’m dirty and dark
I do what others do; and I could even visit gutters in search...

Read More

How strong is your love? 
          Should a rather cruel fate befall me; 
          a disfiguring accident...

Read More

Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread. 

It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added, 

Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar. 

It is...

Read More

And there shall come a day when an angel trades a place with me,
and oh, all the pulchritude and marvel in Heaven I shall see. 
Sometimes at night I close my eyes and wonder what...

Read More

The Enchantress with the Greenest of Eyes

This lady is quite lovely and most fascinating with the greenest of eyes,
And she’ll easily captivate and bewitch all men she meets with no surprise.
This lady has the reddest...

Read More

God is beyond that which we can imagine
The mind cannot conceive the magnitude,
All our man-made images, idols fall short
We have no language for the pulchritude
Of a Being in Divine Creative Majesty,
Our feeble conceptions do not...

Read More

There are days when I look out the sill and see black, 
nothing seems right and I see nothing staring back.
Oh, there are days.

Sometimes I lose the will to write without inspiration, 
my muse so...

Read More

Elangata,
My one and only dream,
My Maasai babe that melts me,
The one that keeps me writing,
For you,I will go extremes,
To have you by me
And keep you for ever.

Elangata,
My heart beats faster in a haste
And my mind...

Read More

you visit me again
making your presence known, felt
ensuring my undivided attention
you romance me
wooing with wonder words
you take me places
that shame reality's starkness
you touch me in ways
that sear passion's pride
i move
alive in your being

you feed me
deliriously...

Read More

There are days when even sadness weeps for me, 
it feels the loss I’ve endured through the years.
All the heartbroken memories and tragedy, 
yet I try not to be enveloped in my tears and fears.
Most...

Read More