Odhiambo Gilbert Francis
A lover of art and social interactions, I write as a hobby and I plan to soon publish several texts. more »
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Odhiambo Gilbert Francis Poems
The river is no more, No flood, no splash, no roar; A solitary portion, a king missing his throne Kowtows to bemoan the hard fate that left him forlorn.
Today Was Not Ours
Today was not ours Two souls plan as their hearts wish The gods have said NO
Love Gives You The Wings
Love gives you the wings Float in the feeling my love Float and come to me
Elegy for Lost Friendship
You appeared, suddenly. We exchanged fast notes as if time would stop, a chance would be lost.
This tree is the province of the devil He sits on the swing in wait for his victims Who will defy their parents' advice To keep away from the parlous sway.
Take these Legs of Mine
Take these legs of mine If your desire they define; Leave me not behind.
Rose dear, come let us sing a song, A song of our lives and the completeness of our union, Of hope rising above a sea of fear, Years of mournful numbers and uncertain desires.
Attempts at justice go boink Peace grating down people's throats Restrained calm, or else...
Have I Loved Amiss
Have I loved amiss? Someone tell me please, Do all happen like this, That because of a kiss
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The river is no more,
No flood, no splash, no roar;
A solitary portion, a king missing his throne
Kowtows to bemoan the hard fate that left him forlorn.
The praises have ceased,
Joy and dreams... deceased;
Hearts that once sung with zest followed the birds to the west
Where the sun shines best and potency is confessed.
In life's final lap,
Useless is your trap,
No gay yarns for excited ears nor tissue for cheery tears;
The end of affairs often times doom declares.
Yet, in the stillness,
In love's loud silence,
Listen, listen and ...