FACELESS BEAUTY

The one that laughs and makes me laugh

the one that cries a lot yet owns my smile
the far away miles to get near
thine faceless beauty
defined by the hums and drums
in who's tunes I dance
the heart with hands
that holds strongly to mine
yet faceless beauty that I know not
the tears that holds my fear
yet makes me wish you were here
your yes with a question, not yet clear
my charms your heart:
heart seeks heart n
face seeks the other
for beauty undefined to define
am faceless to thine faceless beauty


by Robie Nson on Tuesday, October 23, 2012 at 12:53pm ·

SHAM

Memories hurt my pride,
Haunt my joy and
Sodomize my laughter
Sweet memories of the fateful moments
Moments of fate, when alien was but hate
Hanger and fear, a common visitor by night
Night guard, my joy slumbers
As my sole heart’s tormented and cemented in tombs
Tombs of silence where cries, beseech not
Not amused by the tenderly drowsing heart in the tomb
Soaked in paste blood oozing while groaning
Mourning for a part, split to break
Under the bloody moon in the dark
Where no dog did back to alert
Of the convergent joy, robbed off his own like a toy,
Taken from a toddling boy
Under the same moon; red moon and sun by the noon
I stagger to trail from the dripping well on this chest
While gaudy masks melts away to the heat of loathe
Where’s joy, when pain’s my name?

THE FULL MOON

The  full moon

He fool moon’s here again

Dangling in the sky

In the dark, brightly it shines

Lonely but boldly shinning

The full moon’s here again

With memories of dark lonely night

With chains and strings of emotions

Spent in prayers and devotions

Holy moments only peep in portions

The rest glaring in as illusions

Whose moments of peeping through the window

Watching couples hand in hand, matching bellow

Moments in bed, spent with the pillow

Dawning to the strange glare of the full moon

The full moon’s here again

Here again the moments to change

From lonely to gaudy though the day

Under the full moon, the call was made

The magical call that brought thus fame

In your heart, the full moon, dwelled they say

The short way to paradise it may

Paradise on earth under the new moon

The moon brought paradise with you...

THINGS TO REMEMBER

 A woman’s wraths,
Like a volcanic, let to erupt,
From its shell made to depart;
Some do last, some sublime;
Like an angel wing made to flap.

A man’s minds,
Like the sky, holding all seasons in June;
Gloomy day, next calling for a dance;
Like a calm sea flowing to the mountains;
Like a palm tree, growing on ice caps.

A child’s hearts,
Like a summer breeze made to blow;
Like the golden lilies’ made to show;
Love birds, made to sail upon the winter snow;
A wailing violin, upon the silent nights;
Like a white cloud upon the sunny day.

freemic: AM NOT TOO STRONG

freemic: AM NOT TOO STRONG:

Am not too old to cry

Mama, I need you to wipe my tears

When things go wrong

I will be coming home

When I can’t hold on

I shall walk to your loving arms

Am not too strong to lose

Mama, I need you to cheer me up

When down in bow, goes my head

Could be coming home,

When I can’t seem to take long

And about to say ‘’ I am done’’

I am not a man enough death to despise

Mama, I long for your loving arms

Suddenly am alone in thins old, rugged room

Talking to walls that can’t talk back

Staring at mirrors that just stares back

I’s coming to me that am suddenly alone

Am not too old to need you

Mama, I am still your baby boy

When she makes me cry

I’ll look for your hands, tears to dry

Take my dreams away

And get me hope to stay

Am not too brave to stay

Mama away from thee

Alone, to walk and fight

Risks taking without thine shield

I’ll be turning back to thee

Every when I’ll be filled with tears

AM NOT TOO STRONG

Am not too old to cry

Mama, I need you to wipe my tears

When things go wrong

I will be coming home

When I can’t hold on

I shall walk to your loving arms

Am not too strong to lose

Mama, I need you to cheer me up

When down in bow, goes my head

Could be coming home,

When I can’t seem to take long

And about to say ‘’ I am done’’

I am not a man enough death to despise

Mama, I long for your loving arms

Suddenly am alone in thins old, rugged room

Talking to walls that can’t talk back

Staring at mirrors that just stares back

I’s coming to me that am suddenly alone

Am not too old to need you

Mama, I am still your baby boy

When she makes me cry

I’ll look for your hands, tears to dry

Take my dreams away

And get me hope to stay

Am not too brave to stay

Mama away from thee

Alone, to walk and fight

Risks taking without thine shield

I’ll be turning back to thee

Every when I’ll be filled with tears

GRACIOUS MAMA

Gracious mama

One is your number
With silk hands of care
Soothing voice of clarinet
That sleep did me get with lullaby
Soothing me, bye and bye

Twinkle twinkle stars
Shinning down for thaw the big earth
Little love, little patience
Sealed upon thine big heart
Little toddler, made a big man
You made it all gracious mama
Thine sleeping thought I bestowed
Thine melting heart, melting honey
Dripping blood, blood of pain
Pain to raise
The pain that watered,
Watered and nature d
The blossom of a rose
A rose like a cross
For decades, I arose

Another moon hides
Its face from the shadow; earth
Another moon born, born was it
In the lonely still night
OTIENO, the hero

Gracious mama, the earth’s happy
Sing of your praise in happy
Happy birthday they sing
They sing to your heir

Can’t thank the world but you
Only your gracious mama
Of tender arms in the storm
Tough protecting from the thorns
Such tenderness that can’t stop
Stop not the hand of time
How best could I thank you of all….



DEDICATED TO ALL MOTHERS OUT THERE PARTICULARLY MY OWN, MRS. ANNE OLIMA. THERE IS NO LOVE THAT MATCHES WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU, YOU ARE THE BEST

(C)  Robie Nson on Friday, August 19, 2011 at 1:52pm ·

agitation

Tossed and blown about,

To the rhythm of every looming wind of emotions,
Here I stand under the pouring rain.
To wash away some tears shed again,
Cool the erupted emissions of this burning flame,
Flame of vengeance, flame of anger, flame of hatred,
Here I stand on this pilgrim way,
Of royals who smile, upon every stumbling pain,
Of a Saul waiting to be buried in pain,
A heart bruised a prisoner of internal jail,
Fears’ the jail within the pouring rain.
Weeping for a life lost: for justice delayed,
Weep ooh weep for,
Hope bears upon her hands, fete.
Of minds trouped and troubles doubled
Minds meant to make way on a trembling grain
Of sand and dust, to wash by the pouring rain


 by Robie Nson on Monday, May 7, 2012 at 7:02pm ·

© Robins 2012

ONE DAY AT A TIME

One day at a time,
more pain at a glance
who sent the saints to the cross?
Sun shines on earth,
yet burns the sacred shrines
while our own remains dark.
Who pours the rain to us?
Yet our hands' empty in blessings;
so does the fields of toil.
A thousand miles I have come,
hide and seek we play,
can't see till today
N find no more, yet I see.
My inner walls' gone dry.
No more tears; no more fears,
at the sound of my cry;
that tunes the world in dance.
Dance! Evil dance in pride
Dance! Romance' a mirrage, a dream, a wish.
While mine's closed; long dead.
My heart's dead.
Murdered most-fowl,
I was a fool; could not elude,
for them I stood, then I stoop,
for the mucky, dark-trail to drain.
I drained it all; all am drained.
My heart pumps nothing but pain,
while the dry wind dries no tear
comfort me not, comfort's a tale.
Found solace in solitude,
here I solemnize life
wake me not from sweet slumber
sleep not either with me this summer
sing out your joy, I'll stand out by n by...


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(C)  Robie Nson  2011

LOVE IS

Love is the only bow on life’s dark cloud,

The singular sombre face; gaud
The dawning and evening stars that shines,
upon the cradle of babes.
The chattering birds, upon the wake of a new dawn,
The rainbow, vigilance to the dark lonely clouds
The intertwining of fairy tears of joy and sorrow,
Into a slightly fine linen; purple of hope,
Love is the flowing stream of emotions,
Springing from the depth of the heart,
Into the massive lake of warm salty tears,
Love is the mother of art, Inspiration of poets,
patriots and philosopher; a tower of hope.
Love is a light and air of every breath,
Builder of every home, kindler of every fire and every breath,
filling the world with the melody strains of an orchestra,
the beating drums, whose memory harms and yarns for but an endless song.
Love is charm, the only way of getting the answer yes,
without a clear question.
Love is a magician, enchanter that changes worthless things to joy,
Painful past to fruitful charms, with joy,
making right the royal king of common clay.
Love is the crystal, yet emotionless eyes that begs for an answer.
The solemn indefinite emotions, floating above the air.
The fragrance and moments of the beauty so rare.
WHAT IS LOVE??????
© Robins Nov 2011

BROCKEN DREAMS

waking to the warm embrace of the dawning sun,

another broken night;
another chain complete of broken dreams
of the winds whispering your melody
and the skies harming along
in union with the chattering birds
trees swing in unison to the tune
time itself is singing
''...my queen, my queen Noriet!
why did you break the dream,
why did,'t you wake from sleep?''
while a boy's left alone
without a sign to a never ending story
n mummy's never coming back home
she partook to a never ending journey.
Nairobi and Durban wails along
To the song of a queen gone,
Joined along with the wailing thunder,
And clouds rain more tears to the river,
tears of broken dreams,
broken promises to the eagerly waiting home,
and curious eyes to the every landing plane.
Of broken Christmas, with no joy n carols in distance
Broken stories, broken hearts and broken presence
Broken links; broken dreams’ all we mourn
Fare thee well, Norah Go well

© Robins Olima 2012

IN YOUR MEMORY

The fairy tale of a beautiful woman,
Born to conquer, love and cherish
The memories of your slender n neat body
Wrapped in a diver’s brief suit
Exposing and endorsing the silk-yellow feet.
Like an astronaut upon the moon
You majestically tip-toed, the moon-walk in the noon

Your soft giggles and laughter,
Beneath the wax-doll eyes you’d stare
With a smile so wide; a grim apparel to dare
Such beauty so rare, we all couldn’t compare

The melodic strains of an orchestra
And the straining wail of a violin
Reminds me of another time, and so of a beauty so rare
Of thine neatly curved chicks, the envy of pageants
Standing tall, like a beam-pole, upon a hey field
Blond hair; could I forget the hair so rare?

This empty restaurant table
Lemon tea, honey-coated laid
And catering staff won’t tell you‘re gone
Gone so soon, we’ll never dance another song

The sight of a Lillie, floating about the air
Reminds me of another time, and so of a beauty so rare
Intertwined with a heart-felt of care
Life’s tough, but you proved to dare

IN MEMORY OF THE FALLEN QUEEN!!! RIP NORAH

© Robins Olima 2012

COME BACK FOR THE DANCE

 This is the question I ask a thousand times,
A million answers is not all I want
Why: tell me why had you to depart?
Leaving me here lonely and Brocken apart
Every time I walk along the busy streets
Every face; every smile, I seems to meet
It becomes my deepest wish, that it could be thee
And if we’ll never meet again, promise to be in the air I breathe
Though I still believe you are somewhere watching me
But you are so silent, could I here you speak?
Just a single smile, with a single word is all I need
The melodic strains of the strings, n rhythmical beats of the drums
Harming to the melodies, of the sweet music, we’d listen to
When you smile and I’d smile along; and frown along with me
As you danced along to the songs on your heels
Swiftly, yet briskly you’d dance and dance
The melodies harm along, with no queen for the dance
Am standing here alone, under the flooding eyes
I’ve lost the tempo, with no hands to hold
All hearts are cold, no joy in the fold,
You are watching somewhere, this I know
It’s my time to dance, what I learnt with bold
Watch me try it, with tears that flow
COME BACK NORAH, COME BACK FOR ONE MORE DANCE

Robie O Nson on Sunday, January 22, 2012 at 6:13pm ·