Moses Ocharo Poems

Where art thou fair-child of my yester years?
Do rush forth and this mine sorrows depart
To eclipse my hurts and lick up my fears
To warm this my numb and frostbeaten heart
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Many ups and downs have watch'd our eyes my love
Our hearts have felt the heats of all desire
And hurts too seen unjustly so cool our fires
To deepest gorges from the stars above.
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She came to my bed last night;
so gracefully, with halos bright.
I saw an aura of loneliness about her
for the sky was dull, not even a single star
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When you're down and feel like giving up;
when you're tempest-tost in the seas of misfortune,
when it seems that the world's on top of you,
and all your days have turned to night;
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Trapped in idiological abysms
Flooded by metaphors and synonyms
Literally speaking you've sinked
But you know, you blood's inked.
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I see her charming smile
Her beautiful doe-like eyes
The dimples in her cheeks
Things I can only see.
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If all my life was meant to be a day
My spring would be my veriest time of birth
Then I’d me wean ere tasting breast-milk. Mirth
Of bohyhood though not wasted, known to play
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Had I but heart to love at lower rate,
Had I but will to all these follies sire;
I'd wish then that we never thus been mate,
And if 'twere wrong let curses be my 'tire.
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Now I doth rise, but drowsily off some drunkards ditch,
After a coldsome shower I'd be good to go.
My heart's hango'er's have been withdrawn now from my reach;
And I wont e'er my girds again thus lower. No!
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How long then, can I hurt, inside my heart? ;
For love hath flown by, left me thus to mope.
That now I must with sackcloth sew my shirt;
With ash's paint my face of downward slope.
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