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Samuel Otieng Poem
Friends are the family we choose to
Rely and count on invariably
In the times we feel low and in need of
Encouragement and bringing forth
New positive energy to propel us to
Distances we dread to cover alone since
Shelter is the invaluable support they provide.
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Samuel Otieng Poem
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Swimming against the fresh water,
Flapping my gills for a breather,
The air pump producing bubbles,
Sending my body in jiggles,
The actinic lights send a spectrum,
Each time causing a spasm,
And I move downward in fear,
Hoping I might disappear,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Re-surfacing after a short while,
Assured of a safe profile,
Going back to my previous dance,
The water brewing romance,
Keeping my eyes wide open,
Of course with great caution,
I detect vibratory ripples,
Must be time for something scrumptious,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Following my meal lead nobly,
I come upon a worm on a spree,
Hidden by the blue green algae,
Yes it seems so beefy,
Covetously I swallow my meal,
Trying to elope with zeal,
I notice my mouth is hooked,
Sooner or later I might be cooked.
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
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Samuel Otieng Poem
Sitting in the spectacular shingle beach,
While the waves in the seemingly endless sea gives its speech,
And the winds smoothly whispering in my ears,
As it plays with my once kempt hairs.
The salty lips of the sea kisses the sand roughly,
Swirling and whirling as the tide changes freely,
The sun, in a fiery orb’s move is deft,
Slowly setting and there are a few swallows left.
The sky consists of an assortment of shades,
A blend of reds, oranges and yellows,
The humming waters dexterously reflecting this effect,
As the sun looks like it is receding into the water sect.
The contrast created between dark waters,
And the kaleidoscopic luminous skies,
Makes the semi spherical horizon look like two meeting worlds,
The known and the unknown creations.
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Painfully the heart beats the chest,
Ember of lineal segregation will come out,
And the ripping blaze of fire will engulf,
Communal harmony consummating peaceful coexistence gulf,
Executing ethnicity, caste, creed and religion smithereens.
Patriot’s spirit yields serene backdrops,
Everyone permanently scribbling down the tales,
And if we don’t improve the stories,
Coming generations will be forced to clean up our mess,
Ending up in the question “what is peace?”
Peace is simply forgiveness,
End of hate, war or violence,
Abstinence of using violence to show our emotions,
Calming silence,
Endeavor to have unity in diversity.
Portrayal of Kenya’s flag is peace,
Entailing every magic spell of her climate, history and culture,
Appraised by her quick succession of seasons,
Culminated by the gentle sun and benign rain that softens the mind,
Endorsing peace naturally.
Wishing a peaceful 2017 General Elections in Kenya.
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Earnestly on the old rugged cross
After the death of Christ
Sins of man were washed away
Testamentary of Christ’s selfless love
Ending the battle of life versus death
Resurrection culminating the deliverance.
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As the simmering soup lets out a dreamy aroma of spices,
The scent wafts through the nose soothingly,
Leaving the lungs with lively flavours,
I guess that explains why we were bouncy.
“This soup treats a cold”
Grandma usually said while serving,
All the children could not withhold,
The joy of visiting grandma in spring.
Her huge pot seemed bottomless,
Yes, she never bought a smaller pot,
On the dinner table, the soup brought a sense of closeness,
The kind of love that cannot be bought.
As I slip in the memories,
The side of my mouth subtly curls up,
Summing up the thought of copacetic spring medleys,
And taking the soup in place of the syrup.
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She possesses the strongest fire,
Running down safely through her,
Daring her to stand tall,
The fire that can hold you when you fall.
Her ideas often sending a bright spark,
That brings out a soft glim on a flick,
Illuminating her passion and affection,
All co existing in the one unbreakable cauldron.
Her sacrifice and selflessness,
Just like the diamond glitters,
Spills smoothly leaving a scintilla,
That which makes everyone happier.
The brilliant diamond can always withstand,
Anything that comes against its brand,
How great is it to have such a friend?
I have unearthed a rare diamond.
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Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.
Your ability to orient yourself to me,
And follow my diurnal course expeditiously,
Serves as one of the spectacular daylight dances galore,
Crowned by your floral head heliotropic terpsichore.
The seconds, minutes, and days we spend together,
So shall your stem get massive, erect and thicker,
And your large, oval, discretely toothed petiolate leaves,
Shall serve as a conspicuous attraction to insects.
Your floral head shall beam with thousands of achene pores,
As together we shall bring forth fruity seeds,
Seeds that shall be a prove of our love,
Seeds that will heal and provide protection like a glove.
So, as I retire to the horizon today,
Do not miss me so much as I go away,
Just look at the moon, for it reflects my light,
And rest assured that I shall rise very early to your sight.
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The sun glazes slithery from the East,
And the acidic stomachs rumble for a feast,
The young eagerly wait for the bunny’s Easter presents,
As great ancient stories and sermons are baked by priests,
The elderly organize for a clandestine meeting,
Ostensibly to drink together from one pot while drooling,
This day will always be written in people’s hearts,
Not as a day of feast,
but as a day of good news,
That shook the whole of the already dying earth,
He was not there, he rose, life conquered death,
HAPPY EASTER.
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He came from a far,
Bearing gifts in a jar,
Presumably with good news,
Little child could only muse,
For all the preparations wrought,
Little child knows not,
Only the guardian relishes,
Meeting with strangers,
Little child gets carried away,
With rage he tries to sway,
Guardian ooh guardian,
But an agreement was already done,
Little child stares at sky blues,
Letting go of reminiscent hues,
And in uncontrollable tears,
Lost deep in despair depths,
Rage outrages itself therein,
Love slowly creeps in,
Little child soundly sleeps,
Comfort envisages in the open arms,
As the night grew short,
Nearer to the destination they got,
His life had just begun,
Witnessed by the rising of the sun.
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