RONALD K SSEKAJJA Poems

Little by little
I will spell it out little by little
And tell how my life trend little by little
Those moments that sweep me away little by little
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Past swaying breeze
Far past swaying breeze, the lines are found
The heart of a man stole, and mind not sound
If death holds it against me, my referee I point up the cloud
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Let's dance to the clouds, beholder of ancient beauty
For eclipse paint hidden emotion in poet's duty
Hold me like that, that twinkling stars may fickle with colour
I am close to you, your hair brushing me, in this poet's palour
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Facing it another day

A dark shadow cast by men
A fretting look women hold in eyes then
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Wish I would find that line
That contour men find in the shadow of damsel eyes
That when she looks in my eyes I may find
The diminuendos and crescendos of my life
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Golden vessels fit for golden bodies
And if golden hearts are not given to golden poets
What shall I bestow of this golden thought?
A golden ship awaits, a golden suit case
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For a country denoted with anarchy
For a soul tormented and headache
For time that fry by
For the tears we cant hold and cry
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When the axe is present why then ask?
It’s plain when its rain why then drain?
As me what our ancestors asked their ancestors
For words are for those who can’t read or listen
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Spill warm single syllables in ever re-sounding crescendos
That with admiration I will sing with lyrical diminuendos
Tell me Muwala wa Hajji
When you wake up before that suhoor
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Well, this is where we dwell
Where the green grass paint in the rains
And the falling yellow rays fall in thier reign
So then the leavy grean begin to pale
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