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Irvine Nyaguwa Poem
There is a vile brutality to love
A beauty in sufferin & disease
There is a tinkerin madness
An eternity to fleetin seasons
We find a wholeness in lack
A lack in imagined perfection
There is hymnal in the hades
And a vex in the paradise
We feel the burden of love
The crassness of affections
We endure the laughters, yet
Enjoy the vagaries of pain
We find sweetness in battle n war
We realise life in murder n guile
I see only madness in everything
The pursuit of hope n shadows
The peace n life in the cemetery
The valliance in death & decay
The frailness of the human heart
Diseased and maligned wth joy
The freckled ugly face of faith
The anality of logic &reason
Her beautiful deamonic eyes
We have found angels & beasts
Heavenly rainbows & ragin storms
I find myself in a glass of whisky
In her eyes the universe resides
I taste her violent lips in my dreams
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The flairs ‘n radiances
Elegances beyond my senses
The charms ‘n serenities
Beauties endless marvelous
Beauties, valhallain marvelous
Allurs, colors charms
Soft, fragile ‘n tender
Gentle, gentle so gentler
Longings, cravings ‘n fondness
My heart my fondness
Aaah beauties endless marvelous
Your charms your serenities
The glow, the auras
Splendid endless, timeless
Flairs, charms ‘n purity
Oooh my serenade,
My piety my soul...
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Irvine Nyaguwa Poem
Lilies n’ roses of her vast plains
The soft caress of the sun’s rays
Briskly fondling her native torso
Frolickin’ kinky hairs of her loins
Her eyes, casements to nirvana
Gold n’ emeralds, glitters n awe
The ambiance of its divine self
These downy voluptuous buttocks
Its upswept succulent breasts
The cascading waters, the rains
The saccharine nectars of her lips
Her luscious piquant mouths,
Their lusty seductive manners
Her overly russet opulent pelt,
Often punctured with pore
The magnificence of her design
The hair on its head gracious
Her neck elegant, graceful
Pubics, the chasms, lairs n hills
The crests the bloom the pout
Her love her passion…her poison
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In the mid summer hues
Oh in the Kingdom of thee
Pillars of lust so lofty
Dither boneless men like bees
Only to mesmerise the seer
For its beauty & valhallain
A fine glass of amethyst
Toped to its impious brim
With a prime vermouth
Titillated with placid fervours
Vexed in secular cravings
Fellated into an ebullience
Oh shrivel mankind
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