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Uncle Roy written by Shadow Hamilton
As the evening drew in and birds settled to roost
the world seemed to give a collected sigh
as it stood poised waiting in the wings
the time had now come to gather up a soul
For a long time he had fought the invertible
reluctant to the end to leave and travel on
memories flashed past his eyes like a cine film
as a child playing with his siblings teasing Joyce
Play fighting with John rolling together over and over
learning the lessons of life and then a trade
meeting his Irish lassie so bonny, building a life
grieving together when children failed to join them
An upright man of principles that he held dear to his heart
Roy built a good life for himself and his Irish lassie Ann
standing strong for her when she was ill with tuberculosis
nursing her back to health passing his strength on to her
Wisely investing in his company shares they were never in need
were able to retire to the country for a new style of life
making many friends in their small village and just enjoying
their twilight years together with their two cats
Finally he had to leave to travel beyond the veil
today we attend his funeral trying to make sense
of why he was snatched when life was so good
in each of his families heart he will live on
His epitaph written deep in our souls
as we say our sad and lonely goodbyes
yet it is not the end as he still lives
deep within the hearts of all who love him
17/06/2014
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
ROY MERGED
Board ze stage coach Roy'
seat next to maggie Roy
sneak maggie look Roy
steal feel then now Roy
snatch tach.. margie
un-bothered Roy
naughty Roy
this is public place
public display of affection..
forgot you two just met Roy...
Oh see Maggie now angry at you Roy
are you promising..to be good behaved Roy
Roy and Maggie now best of friends..
in their folly try to keep it discreet.. luv
deluding themselves that people are...
unawares.. Roy sings Margie dances..luv
for both are into entertainment.. dances..
Maggie buddy buddies Roy
Roy you tell off Maggie..luv
you don like pal.. the pally
programming you hate...
private affiliated love..
Roy merged Roy
Roy submerged
Roy emerged ..
ROY OH.. loved..
loved and merged..
Lewis k Nyaga
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
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
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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High above the clouds, a
magnificent, giant rainbow
named Roy stretched across
the sky.
Unlike ordinary rainbows
made of light, Roy was made
entirely of delicious, fruity flavors!
His bright red stripe tasted like
sweet strawberries, while his orange
gleamed with zesty tangerine.
Children looked up with watering
mouths as the yellow stripe rained
down lemon- drops.
The bright green band tasted
like crisp sour apples, making
everyone twist up their faces.
Sailors on the blue ocean licked
the air, tasting waves of refreshing
blue raspberry slushy.
The deep purple stripe at the
very bottom wrapped the hills
in a rich, grape- jelly mist.
Birds loved flying through Roy,
coming out with feathers smelling
exactly like sweet watermelons.
Whenever the sun shone through
a light rain, Roy would host a giant,
sky- high taste test.
He was the most popular bridge
in the world, bringing delicious
smiles to everyone below.
ROY OF THE LIGHT
Legend talks of a young boy
the name ROY
tired of being a mortal
he traveled to the land of light
There he embraced the light
He became a creature of light
with ability to move
move at the speed of light
and take any look he fancied..
now Roy fancied.. nay loved
loved them nice girls
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
WE nicknamed him WANDA ROY
For a travellor he was
the first of the pilgrims
ROY the just ROY, a mystique..
ROY a defender of the down trodden
ROY a defender of justice
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY the one who always saw more
yet admitted too little
they now say ROY roams the big city.. NAIROBI..
And did ROY love them gracious ladies
ROY of light indeed loved them fair lasses
ROY we loved to tease.. the skirt snitch..,
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
ROY thou an ordained brother of the church
ROY now a musician
ROY morrow a cop
ROY the next day a movie star
ROY you are but the star of light
ROY a computer wizard
i speak of ROY for he grew up in our village
Unlike kunti the king ostrich
my head is unburried under the sand
dont i know ROY.. ROY my kinsman
ROY who taught me eloquence
ROY the teacher of subtle
and master of martial arts
i believe ROY for we grew up together
ROY a resource beneath the cloud
ROY a variant of norms
ROY a teacher of customs
ROY just ROY..
You loved the feel linen
i believe in you ROY for we grew in the same household
Years come and go
seasons come and pass
they are born and given to be wed
But ROY OF the light..
are you not a resource beneath a cloud
you are the echo of light
you are the beacon of light
i speak of you ROY you are my kinsman
ROY the resource beneath a cloud..
ROY..We knew he was just
ROY, THE JUST ROY
And Israeli our people ROY
Will always remain ROY...
ROY nimo mawala ma israeli.
A song came on the jukebox and we listened with intent
He sang "Only The Lonely" with a voice that was heaven sent
I was only in eighth grade, a few years from being a man
There was "Blue Angel" and "I'm Hurtin' " and I became a die hard fan
We'd go downtown to the Coffee Cup to hang out and have some fun
Play some music and have a soda, "Running Scared" was number one
"Crying" is still a favorite, played "Candy Man" and "Dream Baby" so loud
I was mesmerized the first time I heard Roy Orbison sing "The Crowd"
There was "Evergreen", Working For The Man" and "Leah" in the year of 62
"In Dreams" , "Falling" , "Distant Drums" and I still love "Blue Bayou"
Roy rocked the house with "Mean Woman Blues"
"What'd I Say" made us put on our dancing shoes
"Indian Summer", "Indian Wedding", "She Wears My Ring"
"Oh Pretty Woman", "It's Over", "Goodnight" Roy would sing
When Roy sang "Lana" it would tear you apart
Don't forget "Breakin' Up is Breakin' My Heart"
When Roy sang, you didn't know which song to choose
He'd make you rock, make you cry, make you feel the blues
When Roy sang, he'd put a smile on your face
When Roy sang, the world seemed a better place.
Tribute to the greatest, bar none, singer song writer of all time.
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