Biography of Simon Odhiambo
A Father, husband, a professional, a poet.
Passionate about life and strongly obsessive about poetry.
Poetry makes me say what I feel, how I feel it and when I feel like.
But who am I?
I smile, I read, I write, I walk, I see, I breath, I think, I thank, I pray, I believe, I manage, I advise, I love, I like, I give and sometimes...I cry
...I SMILE AGAIN...
Simon Odhiambo Poems
A Poem A Day
One Poem at a time, Is what you can read Try two and despair, that is where it will lead One channel at a time, Is what you can watch
What Is Time?
What time is it? Is a simple question to answer A watch, a calendar or may be a clock May help with the response
Great writers, great poets Of time now and those gone by Hear me out, as I wail the pen The burial, I will not attend
This Tear Is For You - Mama
Men should not cry, you told me mama And I will not, but will shed just a tear Just to feel how you felt, when your tears flowed Your cheeks were always wet, I recall dear mother
Employee Of The Ear
I sit here waiting to be called, and looking At this sealed white envelope, and thinkng quietly The contents already, I know well I was told even before the letter got me
I Miss You...
Today I stand at this gate With anticipation and want I look down the only path Your footprints still fresh
We are all taken, you and I They were all broken, your heart and mine They are always meeting, your eyes and mine Are this signs deceiving, we still doubt
Make Me A Bed
It is bedtime 'my half' and the vow still fresh You promised to make me a bed Of love and trust not metals and timber Wide enough for two, in sorrow and bliss
The Last Sipper
This man lost his paying job And his wife left this drunkard too His children not to stay with him All left this dad alone
A Night Runner And A Thief
A thief and a night-runner At night in a foreign home This caused a total fuss As they ran from each others wrath
My Only Wish
Is to pass away peacefully in my sleep Just as my father did... And not shouting for help like the folkes He was carrying home that fateful night
Waiting In Vain
Am not alone in this I think Three or Four of us sometimes Five Waiting for letters to arrive in time Letter box packed with lots, not ours
I Knew It All Along
I knew it all along From the way you would advance I threw it all alone When you gave me the dancing chance
Fear Of Poetry
Of thugs and guns you've no fear Of snakes and fakes you can bear Poetry is beyond you so you claim It is the only chill down the spine
I Don'T Know
Questions are asked and questions answered
But there is this one question
that bothers me every day
In the morning I ponder
about this one question
It is not a difficult one, it should be simple
Every time I think and feel I have the answer