Lazy Sunday Poems

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A view from my window sheets,

On a lazy Sunday morning once more.

Few downpour drops on the window ledge

Post downpour, the climate so chill.

The group on the roads are lesser than usual

The bus station has just a couple of travelers,

The usual hustle clamor of the matatus is unwitnessed,

Why not! Isn't Sunday intended to simply sit back, relax and have a great time.

However, there are additionally bustling individuals on the streets

Decked up and hastily catching with the bus,

Then, at that point there were additionally the less lucky newspaper delivery guys,

For whom Sunday resembles a regular work day.

Observing all these while sipping my hot cup of tea

Life appears to be relentless and we like hard worker,

At the point when I glance back at my room on this lazy Sunday

Just to discover my sweet lovely woman, how soundly asleep she lays!

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Bad Day

Cause I slept drunk yesterday, I wake up with a spinning head I can't tell left from right. I have to pull myself together and after a litre or two of chilled water with a squeeze of lemon I become steady,trying to wake my wife up since I can't do shit on my own, it's dark ;4 or 5 in the am-so I think, dogs are barking And a cock can be heard from a far,"why are you so stubborn!" slowly whispers ,my wife. Assuming that is rhetorical ,I let her be, I have to fasten my pace so I cannot be late for work. The weather is chill and mist has formed in most part of my neighbourhood, again I can't see shit and this time not because of the darkness but the mist. I have already left the house when I get a call from my boss "Hello, I thought we spoke yesterday and you promised to be here earlier than now!" "What!?,I mean sorry, I am on my way sir."I reply not knowing what we spoke about the previous day. My head is still floaty, memories about last nig...

Why did you laugh?

Why did you laugh? When you know your smile robs me of my senses, Takes my identity and also flashes my bright eyes, Unable to think about anything else but submit to you, Rob me of my masculinity and make me feel like a little boy. Passionately, intimately, you look me straight in the eyes, For your eyes are the windows to your heart, I can gaze straight through your beautiful soul, For I trust your eyes will never lie, no matter how hard you'd try. You should know, three things that makes my life complete Are love, laughter, and you, my drug, my addiction, The laughter has lasted since the very first moment Falling for you babynaa, has been so much fun. Regardless of whether it's giggles at the kitchen table Or even full loud laughter any place we're capable Every single smile, is an image of our affection You're my dream come true, all I ever dreamt of. Our adoration, well that is somewhat more significant Radiating through when our giggling is rid...

If I were King

I often wish I were a King, And then I could do anything. If only I were King of Nairobi, I'd make you let her be. If only I were King of Uganda, I'd scare the ones under, If only I were King of Spain, I'd take my hat off in the rain. If only I were King of France, I wouldn't brush my hair for aunts. If I were King of Greece, I'd push things off the mantelpiece. If I were King of Norway, I'd ask an elephant to stay. If I were King of Babylon, I'd leave my button gloves undone. If I were King of Timbuctoo, I'd think of lovely things to do. If I were King of anything, I'd tell the soldiers, "I'm the King!"

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