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Kibuuka Michael Poem
Just with a handful of lush green grass
With a little water, I made a house of glass!
Not magic, but a reality for the little blue bird
Whose day had gone bad!
The grass I put like teeth arranged in the mouth
And the water, for all it was worth!
No entrance for the little bird put I,
For there was room in the water for him to fly!
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Kibuuka Michael Poem
I ride along,
This rough road long_
Everywhere silence is tense,
But i ride in pretense.
The sun showers his golden radiance
Over my supple face in the clearance;
Night will soon be on his way,
And all creatures to their homes clad and gay.
The gentle breeze the trees sway
And a squirrel leaps out of my way!
To me alone life belongs;
Oh, am out of the town throngs!
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Kibuuka Michael Poem
Is it Shakespeare no that is the most celebrated among all poets,
That among all, his are the best of all sonnets?
Did I not know him from his Juliet and Romeo?
And is it no thus I fell in love with Angel?
Some say Milton was born somewhere in England;
But none ever confirms from where he carried out his poetic errand!
Many to this day say he was great,
And to this I agree with all my heart!
Was it not Robert Southey that wrote 'Bishop Hatto'?
That crazy 'man of God' who roasted the poor like maize in a battle!
Was it not Southey who quoth, 'the great minds of old'?
And didn't tears of gratitude in that behold?
William Henry Davies; in 'the fog' hes blind!
What a paradox that was contained in that his great mind!
Davies knew about leisure; 'if life full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare!'
Alexander Pope; 'Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate
Apart from this, all their prescribed state!'
Did he not say we are all blind about the future?
And a sparrow or man, who is the greater creature?
But it hurts to talk about John Keats!
At his young age, and his soul already roaming on those black streets!
Was he not the one who 'traveled in the realms of gold'?
So young, but his grave under some beautiful flowers lies, I've been told!
William Wordsworth, oh that great poet of nature!
Nature our lives has to nurture for us to add stature;
But he's also gone, just like my Tracey!
Gone, maybe on the for Grey Lucy;
That solitary living
Who many a winter ago lived so called!
It's thus we have to leave our books,
And let nature be our teacher, if we want to clear our looks!
The great minds of old from Romeo and Juliet my reading began;
Then to Ceasa's palace did I get to know his murder again.
A life full of work and little leisure for care;
Davies, 'if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare!'
Is it not God from us hid the future?
And why should a sparrow or man be the greater creature?
Is it not 'the great minds of old',
That Keats was troubled about during his 'travel in the realms of gold'?
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The birds into the sky again flew for their fair;
The humans had but to stare!
Myriads and more flew from without,
Others from within and ascended out_
The blue sky here was grey, there yellow
Here and everywhere was many a sweet hello!
The sky seemed confused,
Oh, everywhere birds diffused!
The mid-year breeze gently blew
And the birds still into the mid sky flew.
The sun dazzlingly shone;
In his lonely state, today, he was not alone!
What propelled them from distant lands to come?
Oh, i can't to all give a name
But eagles, cranes, weavers, kites
And just like ravens sung, only performing their usual rites!
The humans gazed and gazed_
What had these birds crazed?
One human here stood, another there
All their eyes into the dazzling air.
The contest thus began,
When behind a large black bird, two small ran_
At its tail they seemed to pluck,
This day, their luck!
no one knows what they discussed!
A lie here and am cursed!
For things of nature still marvel
Those humans who travel.
In groups myriads and more,
The birds left in other skies to soar_
But the humans one by one,
Left, like they had come, one by one!
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Kibuuka Michael Poem
Women in lies believe!
No woman's ears want truth to hear,
Or she may not believe!
For lies to tell you have to bear.
Ever tried telling her how poor you are?
Did you behold that expression her face lit?
Ever tried telling her how many gold vaults you have?
Did you that beauteous smile her lips shone behold?
If to your side you wish to win one,
Just tell her the impossibles!
A woman's ears were designed never to accept truth,
Or else you may never convince one!
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Kibuuka Michael Poem
Sitting in the cool of a shade not long ago,
In a pensive mood to release my ego,
A heavenly serenity all over me came!
Oh, there she stood calm,
Her eyes were two black almonds floating in milk
And like a peacock, was dressed in pure silk!
Hers, I saw, was a silent smile,
But with deep juicy dimples, oh, her bashful style!
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Kibuuka Michael Poem
With this little money i must bet! Oh, how much will i get, But, pray, isn't it already late?
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