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 ·