OPWONYA JOEL ONEN

OPWONYA JOEL ONEN Poems

'How much do you love me? '
'Have you seen the milky ways, ' I asked
'How much do you love me! ', she asked angrily
'Having seen them, that's how much
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If loving you is a flight, we would be
Butterflies

For I can't kiss air without a heart
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As my brain washes the blossoms
My night kindled the portion
Negating the demise of dawn
On a night walk to the towns
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She sits on the couch and read the solfa
She strikes the keys in melody that
Blazes sparkle in unity
As though she teaches her mother
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As usual to my muscles, a break burn deep in my love router. in the morning sipping coffee and bitting slices of bread. I reach out for a reward of love shown on your face. the wavy hair your head grows ripe my weary jungle. as they seem a real love, I nod for more in the morning. peeping to the reflection in our eyes, mingling our fingers, toasting cups, freezing in the mist, enjoying crisp of the rain rippling on the coarse glass window. We make love like kites and air, like rain and thunder, like tooth paste and brush, like coffee and love. like morning and dawn, birds and song, king and crown, day and night, peace and unity.... Sweetheart, in Acoli we say 'Ocok man ki bye ne' meaning 'Each wild pepper with his own anthill (problem) as a sign of romantic partnership glued
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Back in those days, in the dust of creation
When larks sings, owls give instrumentals and parrots raps
Man live naked and didn't sinned rather live
Back in the days of no schools, phones or money
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Pants are just like a watch man on night shift patrol
When crystal of dews spewed over a cold heart,
Because mornings comes with hot winds flying through the neighborhoods
You always dread bad luck to my dreams and visions
...

I overslept on emotional theory
That dated me into nationalistic gravamen
When thoughts on self was a ditch of evil phenomena
'A bird in the hand is worth battle for the one in the jungle, ' Christine my mother told me one evening
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9.

Today, my morning is shining. my hours
walking. my work output of yesterday is buried. and it is reminding me something. something you don't know, something about today.
That I should go on rolling the sun to reach dusk. That my today should bear journals archived in souls of hard work. So I welcome my today in another style like a coming rain and blessing. on the Earth of mine; to live in with peace, love, respect and unity on ecology
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Dusk drained my tears to rest lonely
As I waited for my soul to mitigate pain
July seems a month of frustration
That my feeling is vastly plain
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I am not ash
I am not bush
I am not pain
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After the rain is over, sun will shine
I will remember the mud we played on
And the sand we embraced the looks
How cute and beautiful your face is
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No sooner did I
Lock the door than it begun
Beating the drum
In my chest
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Who knows home?
Who comes from home?
Who are you, loitering here?
Stuck in existence
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Can I talk?
About an Ocean
In the head of a
Young
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Tell her my story
Tell her my feelings
Tell her about wings
Tell her about games
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You will see it happening
Everything that was
Told in the first story
That
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Prophet TB Joshua once said
'Do not just love'
And the congregations thought he was
Speaking in tongues
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Oh love, look at my
Eyes and tell me
What you see
Each time I call on to
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"TWO US AWAY"
Get me good soil from Earth
To make a sculpture
Where I will write you a
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OPWONYA JOEL ONEN Biography

Opwonya Joel Onen is a Ugandan poet from Northern part, Acoli land. He is the C.E.O and founder of an international poetry group, POETRY AT HAND INITIATIVE UGANDA based on Facebook and a student undertaking Literature and History as his secondary school study tool EARLY LIFE. Opwonya Joel Onen was born on 27th November,2001 to Mr. Onen Emmanuel and Mrs Oyella Christine Onen. His early poetry began in 2020 and became known internationally, with his poem 'WHEN I PEN' one of his second hand written poetry album. The poem was translated into a Hindu folks (language) by one of his Indian fan and follower. He however started writing together with one of his friend who passed away on 24th December 2020, Picho Abdallah Khim who was published after his demise in MY COUNTRY AND HER MUSING NEIGHBOURS a East African Anthology. Picho his late friend was born on 24th October,2001 a month before Opwonya's birth. Opwonya also wishes to be an outstanding poet, writer and author of his time. He started writing also some spoken words that is making him a great mind poet in his community. He wrote a spoken word lyrics, an elegy about the death of The Lion Of Mogadishu, Maj. General Paul Lokec which due to some studio false misconduct made the audio to crash on the recording studio database. But all in all he is a spoken word artist who writes in his mother language. He is an an Acoli one of the ethnic group of The Luo people in Uganda, North of the country. Acoli appears as oppressed blacks in West but as in the latter, Uganda, they are! They were the prestigious group who enjoyed political freedom of presidency early before the1986 guerilla championship inheritance of a anti Democrat, dictator and Cruel President, Mzee Museveni. Opwonya is also a researcher, free thinker and a philosopher basing his studies and thoughts on Culture, Earth and Love. He is also a Pan African growing writer)

The Best Poem Of OPWONYA JOEL ONEN

Pure Heavens

'How much do you love me? '
'Have you seen the milky ways, ' I asked
'How much do you love me! ', she asked angrily
'Having seen them, that's how much
_You deserves my golden soul

You deserves a solution of purity
Cracking awareness of belonging
In the palace of divinity
Like a warrior and his swords
_Never separable

How much do I love you
Like a King and his crown?
Or a witch doctor with his drum?
Oh my soul mate, believe my love
_We lives in pure heaven

OPWONYA JOEL ONEN Comments

Jil Emmanuel 20 August 2021

I like your poems so much

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OPWONYA JOEL ONEN Quotes

'I DO NOT LOVE BECAUSE OF LOVE I LOVE BECAUSE LOVE LOVED ME BEFORE' Wild Heart

'FIGHT. LET THE INTESTINES VIBRATE LET THE STOMACH PANIC LET THE BRAIN SUFFER THEN FART AS WINNER' Wild Heart

'I WILL NEVER LET YOU UP OR DOWN I WILL LET YOU BE LIKE HYENAS I WILL NEVER LET YOU IN THE VALLEY, I WILL KEEP YOU IN A BASIN' Wild Heart

'I WONDERED HOW LOVE TASTES UNTIL WHEN I ATE A BOAT OF HATRED, I CHEWED MATURED PAINS' Wild Heart

IF YOU KNOW YOUR HISTORY YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAME FROM

IT'S ONLY WHEN YOU LET NOW BE BACKED FROM THE PAST THEN LATER WILL BE A KING.

THE VOICES OF DIVORCE IS IGNITED BY A WOMAN'S. SHE SHOUT MORE AND IS PAINED MUCH BY HER OWN WORDS.

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