Writing has always been my passion since childhood. I discovered my drive for writing while I was in elementary school. I was interest mostly in short stories. I don't remember exactly how I found myself into poetry, but Poetry is what I have always been writing. more »
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Lauwo George Poems
She looks at me Looks at me every day, She looks at me with lusty eyes. She thinks I am a hero
You must get used to people Getting shocked and staring at you, But a father’s look Is a genuine unmistakable look.
Flower Red flower Mystic red flower A symbol of love.
A shapeless hapless black dot As black as a painted devil Though the devil himself so evil Is not as dark black as he’s painted.
Bimbo For Bumblebee (A Child Wannabe)
We sit next to each other On my mama’s bed On a sheet of birds Embroidered without words
My Name Is Leo
I am a newly born baby The seed of a mystic match, The love child of my parents.
As Salaam Dar es Salaam
As salaam alaykum Dar es Salaam your name echoes far beyond Amsterdam, although occupied once by India and Arabia, then vanquished later in Berlin by Britannia,
Colorless are the tears out of emotion So genuine like a colorful butterfly in motion. These tears hum hymns of love and hate, and Pound songs of sorrow and sorry on soft shoulders.
Mystery Of Twin Hearts
I have your heart at the heart of my heart The rhythm of yours guide the beat of mine I do not recall though, calling a cardiac surgeon The ones who dissect our flesh with stainless blade
Lest My Tears Runs Dry
For years now I have swum in tears Thus not feeling like crying any more Fretting the well of my eyes would run dry
In Love With A Fatty
I am in love I am in love with a fatty girl She has fat facts in her skull
Look at her, she’s desperate She’s feeling the heat in her black gown. The once promising and wonderful world World full of happiness and hopefulness
Do not come knocking on my door When aggrieved, craving to be relieved. For you, neither have I lived nor relived.
From Bungoma to Oklahoma It's Obama! Obama! Our Barack Obama. Lips and tongues ululate your name, and Your ideology is a hot topic within the intelligentsia.
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She looks at me
Looks at me every day,
She looks at me with lusty eyes.
She thinks I am a hero
Kind of hero
She’s been longing for
The hero of her heart
She’s seen heroes
And heroes of heroes
I am a real hero
One she’s never seen
Her eyes can’t see
Anything remarkable in me
Her senses can’t feel
Anything unique in me
But her heart
Her uncompromising heart
Has fallen for me