Tone baharini,
Kilio, cha pili,
Chozi sakafuni,
Jichoni, pilipili.
Wazo kichwani,
Shairi, kiswahili,
Mwanzoni utani,
Tena, kisha hili,
Yaweke ukutani,
Kwani yastahili.
A drop in the ocean,
The second cry,
A tear on the floor,
Pepper in the eye,
A thought in the head,
A poem, Swahili,
A joke at first,
Again, then this,
Put them on the wall,
They deserve it.
"Ukutani - On The Wall"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Welcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:) I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth. I write for existence, just like breathing. "Creativity is the engine on my quill" I hope you'll enjoy my writing :) Checkout more of my work from my Facebook page; @Drew Poetry Kenya. You can also connect with me on Facebook as "Author Drew" and on Instagram @Drew.Poetry.ke Thanks for stopping by:)
Friday, 26 May 2017
Wednesday, 24 May 2017
"AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME"
I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia,
Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina?
Ride on the sand in a cherry red, Ford Mustang,
Lick the honey on your lips, O Lord, my tongue,
I'll sip milk, from the coves, of your closed eyes,
I'll rub myself on your skin, till my shadow dies,
Sink myself into your soul, tease you to find me,
I will do all that for you as long as you love me!
"As Long As You Love Me"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina?
Ride on the sand in a cherry red, Ford Mustang,
Lick the honey on your lips, O Lord, my tongue,
I'll sip milk, from the coves, of your closed eyes,
I'll rub myself on your skin, till my shadow dies,
Sink myself into your soul, tease you to find me,
I will do all that for you as long as you love me!
"As Long As You Love Me"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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