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Hosea Ochieng Poem
From seven all through eleven,
we glided through heaven.
Alternating our senses
and appreciating each other's essence.
And with your warm embrace in mine
and our hands in a twine,
we made each other unwind.
Our talk revolved,
as tick did the clock.
We gazed at each other in thought,
acknowledging the temptation it brought!
Slowly, innocence wore out,
and greed tore in.
Love then paired us and drowned us!
And like a mellow chorus,
we held gently in caress,
As our bodies met in a beautiful mess.
Serene silence floated between us,
as kisses reigned in the tango that was us
and for a period as lovers,
forever was the only answer!
Copyright © Hosea Ochieng | Year Posted 2014
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Hosea Ochieng Poem
It roars thunder and bellows a storm,
it's vengeful like scorned gods.
A gory feature of demonic forms!
And I see it more and more envelop,
everything about me.
Everything sanity marshals!
Till words said to me,
get repelled in possessed denial
and all innuendo overted towards me,
gets ejected with stern and grotesque facials!
And into a cold being, denial turns me
and makes me neurotic, yet leaves my intentions serial!
"Who I am," becomes totally strange to me,
and my essence negates all barriers of life.
Self loathe understating the strife!
And with depression lodged firmly in gripe,
I become a "with nothing to lose" type of brother!
No shame but a thirst for blood:
the plight of a crusading Aquarian knight!
A torture you wouldn't wish to witness.
And so if ever that low again I sink,
Hell's furnace will forge my knife.
And anger, rage and agonizing pain will capture my gist!
Pride, failure and a courageous fight,
will boldly describe my Hellenic might!
One where not even a "child god" could title my ego!
A beastly strength with canon devastation,
madness that rivals Hell's foundation.
Not a war but a universal feud!
Armageddon’s renewable fuel,
a superb engine with only one defect:
a minute window of love,
that everyone will successfully not find!
The ALPHA of a professed OMEGA!
Copyright © Hosea Ochieng | Year Posted 2011
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Hosea Ochieng Poem
Point me a finger
And at least just consider
My desperate state
Point me a finger
Even though in disgust
And calm this little dust
Point me a finger
Even if the middle one
And I’ll make you the little one
Point me a finger
Even though in anger
And I’ll knock a little harder
Point me a finger
And rotate it with vigor
And I’ll grow a little bigger
But ignore me not
For I’ll grow no more
And become just a little knot!
Copyright © Hosea Ochieng | Year Posted 2019
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