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Emmanuel Nyeko Poem
She’s Got Me Tongue Twisted
By: Emmanuel Ochan Nyeko
This girl, what can I say when I’m dreaming all day;
Trying to speak to her and say hey; but these words are all lame;
With the skies all grey, she lightens up that haze,
Oh my now I’m tongue twisted…..
What’s next, get hitched no stress,
Or get ditched in distress
Gosh this Damsel got me all stressed!
I want her to be more than my mistress,
Ferocious, glamoured and she’s in a dress;
Ohhlalaaa what to do next,
Grab her then text like its no test.
Oh Gosh, now I feel so vexed.
And I’m mumbling like I’m hexed
Oh gawd she got me tongue twisted!
Do I think I’m the best,
Because she chose to see me next
Or am I just another pen,
To be chewed, thrown and lent;
Oh why, please why me,
It feels like quicksand and I’m sliding !
Oh my you’ve got me wildin…
Gosh she got me tongue twisted..
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko | Year Posted 2017
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Emmanuel Nyeko Poem
Over here in an Emotional plebiscite;
Knowing it's do or die
Sparked by emotional suicide
These feelings linger like a pesticide,
While I'm trying to go overdrive.
Finally asking myself why!?
Why?
Why does this feel like emphatic repetition,
Being manipulated by my perceptive premonitions,...
Is this fate..
Or is it just intuition
Oh curse these feelings of judgemental superstition!
How I wish for cognitive bliss;
To escape from my eternal cage of undue stress.
And elope with my loving mistress or rather a damsel in distress.
What is my definition of happiness?
What am I to be? Elated or saddened by trivial destinies pursued.
It is said that those that live in the past remain unamused;
But I refuse to listen!
Am I wrong for reliving moments from my past to feel contented;
or am I just another demented Soul.
Haunted by my unconscious consciousness;
Justifying my 'skeletons in the closet ' as assimilated heirlooms..
"Oh God! someone pass me a broom!"
As I sweep my past from my conscious and fumigate my overflowing closet,
may these feelings of promiscuous intentions and cognitive dissonance be purged from my unwilling conscious!
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko! Year Posted 2019
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko | Year Posted 2019
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Emmanuel Nyeko Poem
(I Love You More Than The Light Of Day *Russian Poem*)
I Love you more than the light of day,
I love when you just call to say hey..
With your sweet voice that serenades me into a dream;
where the skies shine real,
and darkness is nothing but unreal!
I love you till my heart syncs to the rhythm of the beat..
And as we grow apart to get closer,
I ask myself time and again if everything is really as it seems and as I wake up every morning and pray for your love to be real and for your life to be as meaningful as you make mine feel!
Cuz you're my heaven and my everything!
You are my one and only one!
My wife to be,
As hard as it may seem,
I just want to watch you smile and live on with you into a dream where everything isn't what it seems and our destinies intertwine and lock into the scene!
With you and I lip-locked in the middle of our deepest fantasies and our kindred emotions drawing us closer our fated cross-road of destiny!
I know I am a sad troubled soul,
but when I'm with you it's like my soul is finally put at ease.
when I kiss you it feels like a taser to my heart and it skips to breathe!
Oh how do I love thee,
if only I could count the ways...
How much my heart longs for the day my Cuddle Bunny returns,
How I Long For My Dame!
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko | Year Posted 2019
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Emmanuel Nyeko Poem
The Game Remains The Same
By Emmanuel Nyeko
The Game remains the same,
blame the law enforcers for acting on impulse,
or blame the law abiding citizens for reacting only when destiny's overflowing cup of disdain reaches Mozeltov!
Still I remain unchanged!
Even with the whips and chains,
that have only leveled to flashbangs and fire brigades ..
Life only seems to repeat itself and the game still remains unchanged.
How can you claim that you need to see change,
when your entire mindset still remains the same.
How do you even begin to deconstruct systematic oppressive logic,
even though the entire system still remains so toxic.
When will we all be able to acknowledge that 'when the foundation of a log cabin rots,
it's only a matter of time before the entire structure crumbles' .
In order to to finally deal with a problem like Systematic Racism we need to begin from the root of the problem.
I wish to see the day that human beings actually stand together and unite under one race,
that day that my children's children happily embrace the fact that,
for the first time it didn't take a mutual sorrow to cause distant brothers and sisters to unite.
Then that day the cries of joy will sing, "The Game Has Finally Changed!"
By Emmanuel Nyeko
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko | Year Posted 2020
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Emmanuel Nyeko Poem
The Full Moon's Celestial Whispers
A distant chirp fades into the twilight's gentle embrace,
where shadows dance in grace
And a frog's croak joins the symphony,
Nature's nocturnal harmony.
The full Moon's ethereal glow illuminates the landscape below,
Casting a magical allure, as stars begin to show.
And in its reflection, my heart's deepest confection
Mirrored in its silvery sheen,
A love once lost, now unforeseen.
Miles apart but close in our dreams
Through time and space, our bond redeems,
In the realm of slumber, united it seems
My darling angel, a soothing presence, a divine seraph's gleam,
Guiding me through nights, a cherished theme.
Her humble heart
a beacon of compassion, a celestial beam,
In her grace, life's troubles redeem.
The sands of time whisper tales of our journey's scheme,
As we dance through life, a mesmerising stream.
like a sailor enchanted by the ocean's gleam,
I'm captivated, lost in her beauty's dream.
In life's tempestuous seas, together, we'll belong,
With love's fortitude, my darling, stay strong.
By:Emmanuel Nyeko
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko | Year Posted 2023
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