John Ngirachu Poems

Perhaps should we search,
through Life's faltering march
for firm friendship's embrace
than Love's insipid chase.
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Leans to the right
in all his humble photos
halo glowing above
blond locks
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It hurt when
a limp hand
and a wordless hi
was all was got
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If you think it a spurt,
blood from broken parts,
think again, sweetheart.
How happiness is a dream
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Say she was in love,
say she cried
and all she said were fine,
echoes in a heart sublime.
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Will you one day blow up inside
Will you one day wake up
and reveal the me i cannot see.
will you, like the killer you are said to be
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Blood on the stained brown seat
and you wondered where it was
the blood had come from sir
there was a smell in your breath
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Was she falling? Was she?
When she bared
When we dared
Imagine with she around
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The clock will strike 12 and,
I will be born again for the 25th time,
for 24 hours.
It will not be any more special,
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That you, good lady,
good honesty did not come,
is the lake to me
That you who proposed,
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