Wednesday, 17 August 2011

My Temptor


Hips don't lie, but thine did to me
thine beauty creamed in lies
thine Ooh lady beauty
floppy yet juicy breasts
that shyest at the sight of mine eyes
who shyest back at thine pair
round and appeasing waist and thighs
dancing to the tune of thine
like devils tail in pride
though bewitcheth me, my heart and I
I lost my breath ye tempter
how then can I pay thee my devil
having thee on my bed
dwelling in my heart, drinking my blood
and conquering my mind
did I tell you this! of your magical charms
that melts the iron heart of mine
stripping priests off their gowns
thine charms too strong for mine
to thine face, tongue cant tell
of thine louring lashes and Viagra eyes
caressing and arresting my spirit
thine beauty lies to me, my tempter..
by Robie Nson on Wednesday, June 2, 2010 at 7:34am

Monday, 15 August 2011

I need you more


I need to make a turn back
to the land of no sorrows
where I'd bet with sadness
and always take the lead
touch the lead to win
but why this way for me?
Chains of sorrow
and challenges that defeat
who holds my voice
and the ears to my words
am talking to you silence
talk to me! Voices are gone
mirror! She tells me, am bad
hated, unwanted that's why am sad
lights gone and darkness my friend
love is gone. She's happy alone
fear told me she found a friend
ooh my dark-lonely corner
please let me disturb you
but promise to keep my company after this
pleas let me scream
joy's lost deep in my heart
tears don't respond:TEARS! it hurts
Heaven! I need you home alone
Death ! Will you take me? Please don't ignore
Angels! You must have called me. I need you more... 

Robie Nson 2009

Saturday, 13 August 2011

Sombre Tale

Wild and round,
round and wide,
no where to hide,
from these tides of pride,
striking the face of time,
time heals no wounds,
wounds heals not from time,
with pain I dine,
with fear, I sleep,
and tears I bathe,
In sorrow divine,
I seek in time,
the stitch, that saves no nime,
salivating lime,
all orange's lime,
no wine to dine,
just time to die,
I wait upon in pride,
for my flopping nigh,
cloud's the ninth,
when peace like a river,
set to deliver,
upwards to my redeemer,
like the birds of the weaver,
launching; dwellings for my soul....

by Robie Nson on Wednesday, August 10, 2011 at 11:24pm

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Saturday, 6 August 2011

NYAR MASENO


Noticed this beauty well defined
Maybe it was meant to be so,
This is the real her
There is a great deal
Worth noting; her side burn,
Glossy and resembling
that of a Boran girl.
The slight wig of her
eye brews, clearly noticed
As natural yet well laid.
While her skin is
that of a true redhead fair.
A bit freckled on the tip
of her nose and her cheeks.
With the rest of her soft
and tender looking skin
being more of chocolate
than brown, I am amused
by the festive scattering
of the little brown flecks,
sprinkled as if by the
whim of a friendly fairy.
She has fashionably full lips
that are naturally
colorized. A natural,
blend of chocolate
and brown in a manner
as if by a beauty artist,
and a large round dark
and glittery, pretty
but emotionless eyes,
like those of a wax doll.
She is the beauty defined.
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PARALLAX

Action; Camera, then Light;
Human Caracas' the circus to watch,
living skeletons' the movie's delight.
Sound track's the cry; prolonged bitter cry,
of babies and women, soothing to die.
New movie's in the living room; lively, we cant deny,
Directed by nature, acted by the dying,
words that wounds the heart,
and drinks the blood, of the dying men.
"Dying of hunger? We are trying".
Trying? Please don't deny this
while here you are indulging.
Eagles and vultures above rejoices,
to the overflowing manna below, made to show,
greedy hyenas and warms polish the bones;
The carcases of human race.
A Nation with no face it may,
A wombles woman it is,
A barren soil indeed.
Joy has no room in me.
Parallax it is; it may be parallax,
For it is our norm, our plaxis.

Robie Nson 2011
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A special song for Eddie

Ever since you went away, it's been ages
Eddy, I look up above beyond the blue
skies and I know you are watching down
memories of your heart kind is on my mind
the last time I saw you I was singing
nearer my God to thee: for thee
then I was taking a moment of silence!

On your grave yard watching you go down to earth
couldn't didn't and never said good-bye to us
leaving us heartless, brother less and hopeless
couldn't stand watching mama crying for thine'
couldn't stand seeing daddy sorrow for thine
just to sing such a sorrow farewell song for thee
nearer my God to thee
when we were taking a moment of silence!

Still ring at the back of my mind: those memories
how we used to play and chase butterflies
and flowers: cry and lough for the scars we had
I wish you did live to be a hero of today's
be with me whenever Caresa's miles away
and Sam and Dorothy, too young to play
as close as I would keep you a bay
my heart goes down in please every time people sing
nearer my God to thee
it takes me every moment of silence!

In memories of the one who could have been
my brother, my friend: my closest friend
from enemies defend and give me strength
who knows, couldn't been the best Oliech
rocking the music, being first on finishing lines
wish I could have grown to see you tall and brave to fame
you could have been whispering in my girlfriends ears
telling her ' he loves you, keep your head up, have no fear'
every now I'd go down drawing a smile on mammy's aging face
wishing I rewind the time gone and never sang the song
nearer my God to thee
couldn't hadn't and never had taken a moment of silence!

I remember thee with loads of wish
you would've been here with me for all my friends to know that
you'd sing for me: I'd wright a poem and draw for thee
I remember thee for thy jovial, young and nature d spirit
that could have seen thee be thrice a better man than me
I do believe in the last words of a parting brother
so sacred to all particularly me: what did you mean
please shine down on me, say a word to me, every I'd go down on my knees
in prayers getting myself nearer my God to thee
every day every time I take a moment of silence!



Robie Nson 2009
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