Aseso Omollo

Poetry, I do hate-

Mushy it is,
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Yellow streaks from the Orient,

Towards...the blue
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Images of you, cascading across my face-

as tear drops of passion
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‘Twas 1730 hours,

I, tired and weary-
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Ink – black sky speckled with watching lights,

Twinkling in harmony as,
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Convoluted whispering,

Black – White
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The star-speckled black was inviting, enticing even;

Peaceful but for the gentle breeze amplifying the uneasy breath of me-
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I took a trip; a trip to earth
I visited the Alps, watched the sun kiss the two peaks, I also explored the Amazon… (got lost in the virgin territory) ,
A fortnight later, in February, went to the Savannah…
Gold, Ivory and Mahogany complemented the sun-baked earth
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Two over a dozen-

Those digits that make a fortnight-in that second month,
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What to write on this piece of paper?
Staring at the ceiling...wondering.
Words escaping my mind colliding with thoughts of what not to write,
Blank paper stares back at me,
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Cupid’s arrow did strike-

As soon as mine eyes did meet yours,
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Dear Eve,

Today reminds me of my best night in this Garden. Twas a fortnight into the second month and we laughed as we stared at the diamonds in the sky.
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A RED, like the sweet rose of love,

ORANGE of the sun that brightens life,
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That velvet touch – stroking April,

Warm caress of Friday night,
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Early morn- dewy lee,

Sparrow orchestra- cricketal opera,
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I find no greater joy,

Than when with you,
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Red button – steaming sheets rolled,

Blue button quickly (Clark Kent would be green!) ,
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‘Twas a sight to behold,

As the cat nibbled,
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Clouds gather..Grey,

Hurried motorists,
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He saw her,

Hair, flowing black silk
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