Biography of Leorne Adile
Born in Lira district in Northern, spent the earliest stages of his childhood within the district. Began his studies there at the nursery level, and while still at this level, for he lived with his mother, he had to transfer with her to Kampala where she was to further her studies.for the rest of his education, he kept shifting on from-in this order, Kampala to Lira, then back to Kampala again, then over to Jinja, then to Masaka, and then to Mukono where he currently is, pursuing a bachelors degree in Law. he still has not settled.
Leorne Adile Poems
The Perfect Gift
To express what I within me felt That words already said had failed I sought things materially made To offer unto thee instead
Tell me of patience, good friend Has it at all, any good end? 'Tis patience, ' they've said 'That'll have you paid'
I'm bare knuckles, Swinging fast in half circles, My course gets crossed By an anonymous force
Now That I Know You More
So that I could see you clear, When you were no where near, I would at first have to close, Both my eyes as if to dose,
....And that night the rain poured And winds blew and thunder roared And I, weak with fright, thought 'The world's end has come about'
I Like The Country Better
Many a time I have heard it said Of the noise in the country side 'It is no noise at all, But music for the Soul.'
You Can, Shed Off The Pain
And u can, my dear Shed off the pain But first you must share With those whose trust you've gained
A Reply To A Critic
The Africans writers unfortunately Gave only little into poetry Focusing more on prose And perhaps a few on plays
Love Was Never Meant To Quench Lonliness
Love was never meant to quench loneliness Although when in love we are lonely less Love teaches more to depend on another For such things as counter-love, and others,
Someone Broke Your Heart
Someone broke your heart before And you shan't love anymore So you turn men down and reject All who approach you on the subject
A Lover's Prayer
'Twould be naught but a cruel mockery Of love from fate, destiny, or nature Whichever upon most, relies our future If we two lovers end not in matrimony.
Every year in the month of March I am, by more than years, grown Friends, with whom I've lost touch Are to me closer and closer drawn
On That Day That I Should Die
On that day that I should die Waste ye not a tear in a cry Only, if thou should feel grief May thou weep, but still, be brief.
Answer My Call
This way and that I get tossed Until my every strength is lost But because in Thee I have believed, Right through these trials I've lived
The Perfect Gift
To express what I within me felt
That words already said had failed
I sought things materially made
To offer unto thee instead
So I turned to Jewel pieces
(And these were of dearest prices)
'But then, ' methought, 'how useless!
To bejewel a thing already so glamorous'