Alan Kabanshi Poems
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Painting On The Wall
Shine with an artistic impression, Helpless but one stands to stare
In a glowing smile smeared with envy and a promise of an after life
But in the palms of a reference sprouts forth a difference
And the roots of a painting are but buried from a dropp of paint.
Vast and open like an ocean waiting to be filled
The earth’s bowls gulp without satisfaction
Consumed to its thirsty, it imbibes men like a broken vessel
Astonished in awe
Many eye them like a painting on the wall
Surrounded for a salute of last respect
Those close at heart rip apart like it’s the ...
Song Of Alan
Entangled I have fallen prey to the bait of her beauty
Because my mind she has corrupt?
Looking through her in just a flash of a stare
Her statuesque erect like a present before me
Her voice a composed masterpiece in complements
That all words kissing her lips are the epitome of beauty
In a life out of balance
She is revealed like a ray of light