Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh

(OCTAVE)
In contemplative silence,
Mixed with pensive hush,
Emotions bloom like petals,
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Take me to the country site
And let me hang by your side
Give me a pen 🖊️
Whisper soft words into my pen
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I will create time,
I don't have one time,
These are her utterances,
She finds excuses to get rid of it.
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Bikes up and down the busy street
At the bending corner where the roads merge
Giving the eye a view from all it's direction
There I stood gazing if I could see valemia
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When the world is hushed
in deep repose,
And silence wraps
The night in its embrace,
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Amid a riot,
Where the mob takes justice;
Into their hands,
They molest and punch a granny
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Here am I,
Begging for love
Begging for time and attention.
But all seems impossible.
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The saying goes thus;
An accord for friendship
Is a treaty of reciprocity!
Firm, must hold its parties.
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There she comes,
Pretty Melissa, glad in bangles.
Charms around her fetching waist.
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As the heavenly eyes turn
West and dwell, Linsha.
Do not sleep but think of me,
Upon the twelve stroke of the
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In her green stage,
In her nuptial stage.
Wherein we all glad and hem in love trances
Wherein her Tele power On, is but my inbox
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Fair mistress!
In thy heart, a stratum I found.
In thy soul an air of the grove billow.
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Sweet and pale were the lips I kissed
Beneath the araba tree,
At the center of the Palala garden,
In what seemed the old orchard.
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For you; I composed a poem,
In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals;
Its stalks took away my verse,
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Just as evil spirits flee
Into the bodies of swine,
So does the animal's gin deepen in you
A trait so rare, and yours alone.
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So, art thou happy now that I am in penury?
So, thy presence is naught but savagery?
Indeed, I have learnt the hardest way.
Right was Shakespeare when he penned:
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If I were, in the way of all flesh, to depart,
And my body laid deep in ancestral soil,
And you at my funeral, raising your glass,
Will my neighbour say
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His Excellency the Kìbáráŋko,
Like a Coyote howling and displaying;
Dismounting the Koochi hill.
From Santoh palace,
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As I lay awake,
In the silent hour of this age,
Where serenity takes the liege,
Dubious of my destination hereafter.
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As I promenade through river Kinkole,
From _Koochi_ en route to _Kifiang_;
Lonely and desolate, gloaming into the night.
I could not tell what time of the night was it.
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