Biography of Lauwo George
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.
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
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.
The coma of a sweet Love letter is after The words I miss you, And its full stop is after
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.
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
You must get used to people Getting shocked and staring at you, But a father’s look Is a genuine unmistakable look.
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
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
A man stood by the door Ngo! Ngo! Expecting a blow Alas! Gosh! The raving reply Was a bucket of sewage.
When The Sun Shines
Nothing hides underneath When it shines on the Earth beneath. When the sun shines so bright Everything seemingly stretches upright
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
Do not come knocking on my door When aggrieved, craving to be relieved. For you, neither have I lived nor relived.
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.
The Spell Of A Goat
He is a frantic fanatic
The game afflicts his senses.
Football! ! His diet and deity.
His champ club - the Giant FC
Played another giant FC,
He intended to feast on a Goat
To celebrate the champ's victory.