THE AFRICAN SAGE

I have met them, They who comouflage in all shades and colors I met them They that spoke of the word superfluously Oh the poets, Masters of cooking like the pots They weave all dots and spots Muttering, sputtering, they fire accusation shots A poets world, Virgin with imagination like unadulterated maidens Running wild with hormonal thrusts Expressive of all, both warm and cold I have met them, in their dramatization I have watched their suspense I have seen the sentimentalization I witnessed their emotional simulations Not only do they personalize, They speak with onomatopoeic finesse They not only satirize, Armed with apt imagery, they eschatologically serialize The Irony is abundant, Funny when the poet believes the act The show becomes repugnant Funny like the cloth man's penchant The clothe people are good at personification In Anthropomorphic feats of simplification, They create emotional states from imagery worthy indignation Then they seek i

On the surreal virtual space, on social media, Under the idle, whispering thunder of updates , Before the growling, ever typing lads, I met a thief, who guessed I had An innocent heart for him to steal. He took my hand and led me under The intimate waxed words which reverberated The shiny praises in the bleeding words. He jumped and plucked the fantasy for me to share ; He sang and laughed and pressed close I gazed: his hair was like the wool of a mountain sheep, His eyes, a pair of blazing fiery balls. Heavy and stark as steel His legs, arms and neck, a hairy, pillowy chest And staircase steps- a curvy dominant six pack; His throat uttered fresh banana juice Matching his face - smooth and chiselled fine Well polished shoes and a matching belt The hound, stark reminder of Juakali endowment Twirling a magical car key, Spitting the Queen's lingua like a true sikh He communicated the confidence, just like the comfortable man I touched - but long before I even tasted My hear

Dear African sun Dear godly son of the unseen Dear holy daughter of heavens Dear grand father of life and seas Hear me oh ancient warmth Hear me divine providence sheath Listen sustainer of all growth Understand me kiss of strength Where are you my love? How my body misses the caress of your rays How are you godly slave? How your distance slays our senses Come back African sun Draw close sweet friend, don't be gloomy I implore you African warmth, without pun Smile again and put the cold to shame