Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Born of a mother and father, I was the firstborn among four siblings of Mr. and Mrs. Buyunde; two girls and the remaining were boys. I being the firstborn, Kevin being the second, Phylevian the third and Sylvia the very last. By bad lack I lost them all to heaven including sweet mum just on a normal death. Silvia and Phylevian died same year (2000) respectively only within a period of two ... more »
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Buyunde Acura Sylivester Poems
Home alone, A place to be on, Where to find me on phone, I'll be seated by the stone.
Am carrying somebody's mercy, Am holding somebody's fear, Am carrying somebody's heart, Am living somebody's life,
All You Did For; 'Thank You' (II)
He'd lost sleep, at your age one, Nursing you, as his son. At age ten, he lost his favourite, Perfume, to pay fees.
Speech of Fairness Democracy
(Clearing the throat) '... I know I won, I understand I lead, But that does not mean I exclude,
Just a Smile
Thousands of happiness can't, Remove one pain in heart, But one pain can remove, Thousand of happiness in heart,
For Happiness, Wait!
If you saw that raising sun, Just know a blessing you've earn, And that's what life got, Beyond that, there's not,
A Day of More Nights
The long spinning nights, When darkness chase lights, Here come minds of the rights; Yes! What that life hides,
Solitude of Fame
Through thick, thin and hards, Thine was the strong will to revive, In the long tunnel of goods and bads, Wishing a trumpet of revelation could arrive.
Hours rush by, But the day no end, Darkness swift in, But nights not goin',
Missing My Home
Look at the coloured clouds, Following the steps of the fading sun, Its chilly this evening, With a slow blow of a wind,
Days of Toto Zuri
A smile from every, Glowing face, A touch of each heart, And a flower from all hand,
James! Of Four!
This father to James is funny, He has a very funny naming, Not only to what he sees, But also what he sires,
Commitment Of Guilt
This is my diary, of what I'd done, A moment of sorry, for this one, Mistake I'd to learn, the whole in a story; leaving you alone, in a city of no ivory,
All For You
It's now what we call, A long period to recall, but short to remember, the late eve of December,
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A place to be on,
Where to find me on phone,
I'll be seated by the stone.
Home for long,
A place to go strong,
Where to find me without wrong,
I'll be waiting a knock at door gong.
Home for good,
A place to get food,
Where to find no trace of rude,
I'll be relaxed to manage my mood.
Home my home,
A place to avoid life storm,
Where smiles 're always worm,
I'll be chatting with brother Tom.
Home my fame,
A place to hold my name,
Where my title find its stem,
I'll be standing to rub my ...