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PHANTOM ROY
The Roy moves out
its an hour past mid nite
moves into the street
Phantom moving through the near empty streets
not much going on at this late empty nite hour
not a word uttered to the motor cyclist
the motor transport cyclist are strategically placed
waiting for their late night customer from i don know...
Phantom slides past them and moves up the street
purposefully as if on an assignment of great importance
sights patrol car which slows down on seeing phantom
the armed officers make a u turn mid street and go back
go back to where coppers emerge daily from
phantom movers further up the empty streets
another cyclist gang strategically positioned
gang disturbs his night peace.. where to bro..
phantom shaking his head not a word uttered
phantom entering an unlit street.. not a look back
phantom eying an approaching saloon car
which has just one right eye light...
saloon slows down driver saying something...
saloon driver reversing going back to wherever
saloon drivers come from in the hour past mid-nite
phantom proceeding further into a randomly...
randomly lit street.. its obvious hes now circumnavigating
the entire residential estate.... the phantom takes out
a camera phone and take a photo of his shadow...
which appears from the lighting by the overhead random
lighting.. phantom accessing a social network application
he uploads the photo under his real profile name on the site
he names it night of the silver sentinel
phantom moves back home and closes
his door behind him escapade over..
Its finally over.. such was the nite
of the Roy became the silver sentinel..
The wierd phantom ROY.. Strange Roy
Lewis k Nyaga
20/11/2014
In dreams, I always wanna walk with Roy,
I think that my scary feelings ain't right.
I'm just running scared like a silly boy -
alone, so lonely, this feeling tonight.
Tell me, are you as lonely as can be?
I had long thought that I was over you.
How ever will you give your smile to me
and then, dearest darling, what can I do?
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue;
I'll be coming back some day, in some way,
with pretty pencils to write I love you -
precious words I'll never take away.
Roy's soulful serenades sung for decades;
due to his operatics, they'll not fade.
Mercy.
Sonnet 98 words Dedication to iconic songwriter and singer Roy Orbison.
Snippets from his many famous song lyrics make up this sonnet verse. Illustration of Roy in pen and colored pencil by G. Gaul.
The neighbourhood is strange
There is little or no lighting
He had it already mapped
He had in mind all the routes
He steps out into the night
It's the middle of the night
He heads towards the pub
Unpredictable things happen
Inside the pub that's playing
Sweet but very loud music
Roy gets naughty with a girl
Dressed like a night nurse
Yet she has a touch of class
Our lady in white gets angry
Her male companion offers
Roy a drink.. its lost on the girl
As she is plastered with wine
It's lost on her that her buddy
And Roy are best of friend's
Roy patarkes his offered drink
Straight from the packet into
The wee hours of dawn
Roy is now very friendly
Towards this group
Its not lost on them that
Roy is very sober
Roy toys with his golden bronze amulet
Roy seem disturbed by an incident..
Roy still remembers it just two days ago
When he almost lost his life.. he bears
A wound from the war it's still fresh
Though still no sensation of pain..
Roy stares ahead and wonders
What the future has to offer...
He thanks his buddies and walks out
He goes back to his crib..
Its actually the crib of a friend
At times like this life is very uncertain
Seeming to move in slow motion
Roy regrets having had to burn
Burn... so many bridges
Roy keeps cross referencing with the past
The window of time he can't close or burn
He is communing with his friends...
Communing with his friends back at the pub
We always called him wanda Roy
For so loved him that exotic feel of linen
CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
1630HRS
Luis Kay
Selah
He is a pitcher any Phillies fan would know.
He is Roy Halladay, who came in a trade with Toronto.
Yes he started his baseball career as a Blue Jay.
Why did the Toronto front office trade him away?
He made some history on the twenty-ninth of May.
Roy took a huge step toward the Hall of Fame.
Against the Florida Marlins, he pitched a perfect game.
Throughout this game during last summer’s pennant chase,
not one Florida Marlins batter reached first base.
Roy accomplished something many would consider hard.
There were twenty-seven batters retired on the score card.
There was an even greater accomplishment he scored.
Roy was the recipient of the Cy Young Award.
A man presently at the top of his game,
we will see his bronze plaque at the Hall of Fame.
I was in the middle of a PowerPoint
About Pastafarianism
Then I noticed someone in the corner
Not paying attention
Lost, looking tired
I heckled to him
"Paul, quick, candy-coloured clown..."
He found the song on his laptop
I checked the speakers and adjusted the volume
I picked
Up the microphone and sang, looking at the student in the corner...
"Go to sleep, everything is alright."
They listened and watched with great
Intensity
We had all dived within
I told them
I didn't want a golf ball-sized consciousness
I will put my Godliness in a jar
We looked at a quote from a character from Don Quixote
'God bless the man who invented sleep'.
Someone at the front raised his hand
"Why
Doesn't he just commit suicide then?"
Shelly in the second row asked me,
"Are you a Humanist?"
Before I
Could answer
There was a knock at the door
Just as
We had all
Dived-within
Alvin on my left said to me,
"God bless the man who invented sleep."
And I sang again and crooned to them,
"Go to sleep, everything
Is
Alright."
I tried to cage the muse
I tried to cage the silverbird
I tried to hide the puma
I tried to hide the eagle
I tried to hide the art in I
I tried to pen just but a little
The cumulative pressure
The cumulative effect
I almost lost I..
Hitting the ground without a chute
Hitting the ground running
The guy on a wing and a prayer
Jehovah you are Elshaddai
You are My provider
I do now soar unhindered
I always want to soar free
I love the wind on my face
The scribble of mine pen
Gives I unrivaled joy
For art should never be caged
Its akin to stifling out
The very breath of life
Its akin to forfeiting life itself
An artist minus the art
....
Is like a zombie..
No flames of life..
No sparks of love..
An artist free your soul
Heed to your calling
Free thee from the chains
Don't sell thine soul
To an-others path
Roy you are but
A resource beneath
A cloud..
#Liberty Systems
Code 254
Ackmi Luis
OF ROY AND PINCH BANDITS
Claims Roy one day
to have been approached
by an angel of GOD
alleges the said angel
brought him news
news that he would pass to glory
complete with day and time...
Come the day... Roy
arranges meeting with cece..
.. his beloved siz..
Roy unable to confess..to cece..
the truth.. bout his departure
ROY goes to university next..
bids friends goodbye...
Roy goes to a stall
buys daughter five tuna fish cans..
a parting gift from a loving ROY...
Roy boards shuttle..
Roy sits next to lovely..
very lovely ladies....
Roy never one to let a pretty girl
escape untalked... says hello
girl snobs ROY.. Roy knows his end is near
decides to say last prayers..
asks GOD to send someone .. to deliver
the tuna to daughter..and his love regards
ROY is snatched sudden by deep sleep..
waves and waves of it.. ROY surrenders..
zones out.. awoken by a sharp mosquito bite..
..or is it butterfly.. looks everywhere..
lovely girl gives him a weird look..
shuttle conductor gives him a weirder look..
waves and waves of sleep swallow ROY..
Awoken by sharp bites.. many of them....
wakes.. now every ones.. giving sweet Roy..
very weird looks.. Swallowed by waves again..
bites starts... ROY keeps eyes closed.. twitching..
half asleep half awake.. distance laughs
more bites and more bites..twitching..
shuttle has reached.. ROY surprised he..
he still lives.. ROY tries to alight...
legs give way under him..
steadies himself then walks home..
ROY arrived home minus three cans of tuna..
with huge bumps to prove them biting...
after relating to us the story..
every ones burst... with stitches of laugh..
teasing ROY to death..OH... hes just met
the famous pinch bandits... Oh oh oh..
the pinch bandits
pretty girls they are
they way lay celebrities
who are too exhausted to
open their eyes.. pinch them
pinch them and again pinch mm..
and ROY day was finally come..home
Lewis K Nyaga
0239 eastafrican maritime
When you and I were children, many wonderful stories were read and told to us, and there were times when wanting to hear them again, we'd say something like this: "Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, could you please tell me that story again? You know, the one about the stray shaggy dog."
Well, I have a friend who's now a missionary in Mexico. He once told me a story about his father that enriched my life. My friend's father, after the death of his wife, (my friend's mother), revealed to him his distaste for a certain food. Out of love and respect, his father had never expressed the matter to his mother or the family.
To me, it's a story of love, respect, and sacrifice. I tell you, it's a manly story. I would love to hear my friend tell that story to me again.
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In the land where children play.
A boy named Roy would sleep all day.
No matter what his friends all said.
The boy would not get out of bed.
For he was very bored with toys.
The ones for little girls and boys.
He said that they were all the same.
The cars and trucks and every game.
But then one day Roy got a book.
He figured he would take a look.
And when he opened up the cover.
Of books he soon became a lover.
He read the book from front to back.
He read about a boy named Jack.
And all about a silver train.
And then about a place called Spain.
He read about each moon and star.
And just how far away they are
He learned of ancient histories.
And many science mysteries.
Soon he had a big collection.
Of which the boy had great affection.
His favorite thing to do was read.
He learned to do it with great speed.
One afternoon a friend came by.
And asked if he could also try.
To read a book instead of play.
Immediately, Roy said, ‘You may.’
Soon his books were being read.
By Sue and John and little Ted.
That’s how the land of toys became.
The land of books instead of games.
For Francine Roberts' Children in Rhyme contest, by Samia Arroyo
He is sworn in holding a branch
Cut from the tree of life and a vine
That's sacred he swears to protect
His people the tree and the vine
He swears by the sacred abode
Shortly afterwards he gets the vision
Go to Nineveh Jonah and warn them
He departs not to nineveh but to Taasis
Aboard the ship they have no option
But to throw him overboard into the sea
In the belly of that big fish choking on seaweed
Three days seem like three thousand years plus
This is too much he's now praying earnestly
My Lord i will accept your will i will go and warn
The fish spews him in the great city of wonders and signs
This time round they spit on him pour dirty water on him
Hurl insults at him beat him up yet he says repent.. repent
His message over he then moves to the edge of the city
In the deep of the night Khat the sacred tree grows over him
And the African orchids encircle the roots - the base of the tree
Roy rubs his eyes inspecting the fruits from the tree -tree of life
Three days from today this city will be destroyed....
Thinks Roy he will tend to this tree together with his descendants
In the midday sun a ground worm ate the root stalk of the tee
It then ate the root of the vine... both tree and vine dried up
And a SOUND says... Roy i have forgiven this city i will let it live
Roy is astounded but the SOUND rebukes him..
Roy you are willing to protect a vine and a tree
Yet you care not for this great city go home..
Roy departed and went back to his home
The sign of the prophet Jonah will portend the coming of age...
Roy remembers during the ceremony he had chewed the leaves
And the visions were no more than Khat visions he's still perplexed
Roy goes back home and starts reading the sacred scripture
CODE 254
Lewis Nyaga
Thoome wairegi
Kings counsel