RONALD K SSEKAJJA
I started writing in 2002. Am trying to build this career but it is hard. I have 1200 poems and two novels, all of which are not published, except for afew poems published by poetry. com and other on line sites. Am organising around seven books of poetry collection and i need advice. am a procurement professional and a management consultant, i also do copy editing and proof reading on freelance more »
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RONALD K SSEKAJJA Poems
Does This Darkness Have A Name?
When men fight the darkness in their life It's not of artillery or verbal or mere emotional strife It's just that darkness, that cruelty, that sadness Coldly wondering whether this darkness have a name?
Home, sweet home,
Home, sweet home, Home, sweet home, There near the brown water river
Travel with me
Travel with me pretty maiden That skies may speak our mother-tongue Hold my hand a little, For when men close their eyes
Well tell mother, her smile is a light Its a flashing gold-ray from a sourse so bright But if love is for love, then mother You deserve the love, its blue, so blue
Death Cast A Shadow
Death caught me, past lines fading And I met the eyes of my maker And tell you what, it's quite chilling Living past lines of the quiet seeker
Cold sun in the summer
The sky being such overcasted I for love did clamour For what cause made me resented Like a cold sun in the summer
Roses Too Have Thorns
If for once you thought there was beauty It's a lie that has crossed your thought's duty Gold too holds dust And iron too does rust
Those who hold us by the hands
Some have sought These have spoilt They did fight And these have reaped
For Me To Pull
Short verse is verse, if pink is not reverse So tell me of the fire that lit up the desire For am not wise but a fool If nothing remains for me to pull
I held the wire
So shall i tell her of the time The glorious moment of the rhyme In that same day i held the wire She, with such a chance borrowed the fire
The eagle flew by my head And I know Every tide has it's ebb And this thought is there To heckle
So For Once
Well, light is for bright When the mighty can't write For what pun is in the sun When noon can't great dawn
Besides the death
Besides that long thing Have I seen a terrible wrath And I having held up not to sing Did I see her eye in a lovely search
Am your brother despite
What of the brother? The iron manacle by the neck The long trammel hauling our preen The shackles on the feet
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Does This Darkness Have A Name?
When men fight the darkness in their life
It's not of artillery or verbal or mere emotional strife
It's just that darkness, that cruelty, that sadness
Coldly wondering whether this darkness have a name?
Wondering how it found us, the cruelty, the hatred!
Like a thief in the night, wondering how it stole their souls
Do men embrace it, or seek it? or it just finds them
That sadness, the loneliness, that which grips men's hearts
What happened to men, to us, to the world?
That men send their children into the world
Like young men to war, hoping for safe ...