So I sat and watched Whilst you danced and laughed and ran around All errorless and scintillating, my heart leapt. Your short poise almost half my height and a shapely smile And all I could need is to see you eloquently speak and gesture.
And I wish for it to never end; My desire to never leave your side and your wish for a better man For the many times I have lived and loved Only you are worth being good for.
Your tender eyes and daring thoughts And my love is too much, it embarrasses you Song, poem and blood Babies and books Dare not see me watch you all day and wonder, What have I, that his eyes gaze upon.
Last I saw you, then I knew You might be too perfect for me Yet still I desire, in your arms to be held fair To die while yet in your love I am drowned But dare I not profess my love to you For I worry, what you might think. Let me then, love you from afar And kiss you in my dreams For there, I am the master. I dare not look at thine own face Yet in every place and deed your memory I leave.
So I think, for you My life I would give, As in the course of my life, never have I met A soul so pure and innocent But still, this riddle I can’t solve Nature could not prove And this, was nothing, but secret love.
WHEN HE DIED When he died,it was the end of life for us- Not by death is the body killed,though Not by the ceasure to breathe But by the dissipation of the legacy,and sire But when he died,we cried ceaselessly That no one held the other,drab faces,solemn hearts and long cheeks If only God would give him more breath,just for a day So I tell him what I now wish I said Or did with him,what I now wish I had done with him But when he died If left us lessons, That to be happy,we must stand side by side We’re hurt,we fret,but no ocean of tears shall return them It was hard to understand it! Oh, the dreary nights we’ve cried But if by death,God punishes He then has done it so well For when I get to heaven,or when I finally see Him I’ll ask him why,and he’ll answer Spending time together, I realized Is what means more than all Earthly goodies could When he died They put a good man into the ground They left a great man in there to stink They said good things about son of man who’d sired us all They put him in a wooden box and threw soil over him When he died I thought, Not such a good and wise life should be taken But when he died We found the depth of loving since the day that he died Duncan Kiplimo
You know,we all have congenial tastes for art The MEDICINEMAN,one you knew not of Gray he looks,his youthfulness dissipated His eyes pale and his skin skinny and sags Near him was his daft blonde and gorgeous mistress One who owned a grocery store,who pulled a cart One whom he taught; ‘No just a little’ ‘warm or cold?’ ‘Sugared?’ There she lies,herself lifeless underground Next there was the DOORMAN and the doorman’s dog His life spent summoning taxicabs, He turned back a pizza delivery of me-own some day Well,there he lives,his lips loose Thick drools of saliva issuing from within them He sits,as if to ask “Lord,a little bit more time,then I’ll come!” Not be forgotten the youthful PROFESSOR Waiting for his share, Trying to make his speech exact And his audience finding it overnice, Well,he died. Now, then,dear reader,fortune has decreed That you, this evening, shall be first to read, Oh,who would even consider reading a poem But if ye must heed,know to act Before you spread this page and begin. Uncle D Duncan Kiplimo
Don’t look at me with such blazing eyes For if I look into them I’ll have a fire in my soul. Your eyes are red and hell like, Your utterances are shrill and deafening. Daughter of my sister, keep looking away For you are full of war.
You are just seven But when I touch you, you grin Like you are seventy-two, You have forgotten, that I am your uncle The one you peed on his white jeans Then gave a soft laughter.
I bend like a genie above you But your nights with me are a poison You relish stings, fed with hate, You are like a daughter of a syphilitic fool Heading hintings of death in your eyes Your blood is moved, Move to the underworld.
Your current looks and deeds Make me need no daughter for a child It’s good you were born while I was young, So you be a forewarn to my future family. These all I say not because I hate you But because of how revolting you look, Dark and omnious.
Dunca9n 