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Mugabo Alvin Poem
i hear a mirth shout from the tropics of the savannah
a shout that assaults the serene ambience
i can hear the sound of the drum without ado broke inn
with the visible talisman that the leader holds high
it is the re birth of the afrocentric heritage
the crepuscular lustre has shown up in the sky
and soon the darkness will rule
with a lilt lullaby they head for the deities shrine
yes it is the sacrifice that their credence has it that they'll will and so will their cattle
and it is the sacrifice the human blood will count
in a myriad they return with an idyllic figure
in ineffable silence they march in procession to their roofs
in the gloomy nuit you'll think there never exists a life
so is,was our heritage will stand
they chant ebulliently always
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Mugabo Alvin Poem
Soothy ballads feel the
serenity
A life vow made for their
eternity
One that is engraved in their
hearts
With love that no one
hurts
Charms that happen between
them
Alluring gowns fused unto
them
Comely smiles exchanged by the
two
Lives one smiling like them
to
There never is a poignant
figure
For love gives them the
eager
To be optimistic for the near
future.
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Complete verse incomplete vase
Lines said in prose turn empty
Heart-rooted intimacy in souls n'er trace
Lava-hot enemity sprouts within
Serenades that exalted the misty spring air
Sweet nothings whispered in the crimson cottage
Bloody scuffles wreak lives n'er bear
wreak bone-hard bond like titanic sea goer
His half drowsing floody eyes stuck in space
In the twilight crisp evening valley wind
Thinking of the enchated dulcet past life phase
that perhaps he wishes to live once again
For their life swirls in a sea-deepnightmare
all they implore are the infallible cult deities
And the mink duvet is all they share
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Mugabo Alvin Poem
My love and all that was mine, is obliviosly wound in labyrinth subservient conditions for a sane love story yield
My love and and all that was mine is tilled beneath the battle-heroic action remnants.
She says, I ought to carry the blood echoing artillery to the line of surging intonations of death beckoning lilts
Does she know, the burdening weight slowly gravitates my entire to the earth
Am no bearer of fright, but my anticipation of intrepid crush of sovereignty is n'er my lot
She lately composes self in anticipation, waits a litany of conquering tales and heroic accomplishments
But I fail her in the fair exchange, I present my merchandise perfumed with nimble laments of dullards
That she reluctantly bids with counterfeit coins of tears frothing with a vivid lustre of languid desperation.
Does she know, am innately compatible with fine eats recipes and love-making ballads.
I hold no harsh limbs to swirl her into cosmic bliss.
And lo! It's the ultimacy of her obscured fate in my forlorn cottage by the Thames
She craves to behold me standing by the watch of the horrific night, wrestle beasts like Achilles.
She wants a test of my hospitality with the blackness of the night
Does she know, a stealth rustle of the oak leafages send my adrenaline to bedlam and an ignorable reflex.
Does she know, a fine bark from a mad dog by the vicinity is brought under clandestine justice with me under a tender soothe of my old blanket
She craves for a ripped tummy, but I constantly pride in the gaiety addition of my sharp ribcages to her
One-two-three I intone pointing to my fortune in servility like a slave to his master
But her entirety flames with exasperation and closely inches as though to mix lips.
"You're a coward"
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I'll work 'n live in this vast void
I'll travail, see thee sweat drop to crust
I'll n't broaden my wealth and neither my reputation
But i'll tread the unflick'rd venomous dungeons
Quintessential soulmates i'll drill therein
And our friendship shall spring eternal
My acumenical pschye engraved within
In breeds a heroic contention in soul
I'll stress the bible,fountain to wit right
So as when astrenous blow of horn roks at doom
My stand in the welkin haven rests secure
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