RANDOM PIECE

I would paint you a picture
Of my love for you, for they say
A picture is worth a thousand words
But to me no word enlisted in the dictionary
Can aptly define and elaborate this feeling.
You are a queen, whose glittering gown
Sparkle and dazzle the eyes of men
Strong men who bow at the presence
Of amazing beauty and splendor,
You are a master piece.

I would pen you an ode,
Preferably a sonnet each line of the fourteen
Completely laced with appraisal
For that is the only rain that should fall
On a person like you
I would hold your hands and
Blind fold you and Dance with you,
A beautiful beyond words thing, in the rain

I would sing you a song
A sweet sensational song with a voice so mellow
Yet it wouldn’t be enough to win your heart
I will sing to the highest octave, dance
To the best of my ability, but eventually
It will be you who will sing me a lovely lullaby
To put me to bed, my dreams ever being sweet
And hoping they come true!


(Am facing a writer's block. Trying to break this wall)

On a hook! By Clifford B. Okumu

To her am like an open book
She sees through my emotions
Nothing passes her-my every thought
At the palms of her hands
She has me; a fish on a hook

To her am like a sitting duck
A vulnerable sweet little thing
Feeble at heart, strong on the outside
At her mercy I always am
When she calls me I never buck

To her am like a butterfly
She chases not after me-am free
Through beautiful gardens I do my rounds
Then to her finally i come to roost
Am smitten, i can't afford to be sly

To her am like a teddy bear
Her favourite one -life size
Tossing me, squeezing me, embracing me
She keeps me in her bosom
With the warmth, am going nowhere

The Soapless Opera

Of lovers’ hands tightly locked
On to each other they cling
Spouse’s hair tenderly stroked
The hand a facsimile of a wing
Towards the sunset they walk
A block they are, an item; a thing
But are in for a big shock
A pipe dream in the offing
A Soap- less opera it is…

Divergent visions each bare
'bout friendship and true love
Vowing solemnly always to be a pair
Swearing upon the sky up above
Yet when goodbye kisses they blow
And at the corner they disappear
Part time lovers suddenly bellow
Running obliviously to endear
A Soap-less opera this is...

By Clifford B. Okumu

Upon the mountain

Upon the mountain of excellence

My weary eyes strenuously gaze

Allowing no miasma of despair

My vision to impede

Albeit far-flung it seems

Attaining that height

Remains an inherent mission

Over ambitious perhaps, you may

Prefer to disdainfully tag my ego

An idealist in principles

Unrelenting in endeavors, alright

So my bottle of optimism’s half full

See, as you may wish it half empty

I tread on thin thread-like ground

On the verge of fissure

This voyage en route the sky

Though stretched, my destination

I must reach, on that mountain

Zenith I reside

Abbreviated it; Cliff, that’s me

And you,

Wonder what’s my impetus?

Step by step, grip by grip, and

This dream will materialize

Cold, freezing cold it is but I endure

Looking down where I hail

From distant it is, the apex

Where am headed to, appears

Just a hand stretch away

Then I’ll be up, up there

Upon the mountain, my providence

By Clifford B. Okumu

“When it rains”

when it rains

back in time my mind

journeys to the day at

the bus stop we first met

that day from the downpour

your hair you shielded with

a beauty mag on your head

leaving me laughing

my stress away

but being a gentleman

who cares my umbrella

I invited you to share

bliss feels my heart

when it rains

when it rains

in retrospect of our

first date I smile

across the table of the

open roof café our hands

we held, a wish that it rain

when we kiss you made

and indeed it did

your lips on mine under

the rain hot they still felt

oblivious of other patrons

close to each other

we danced our bodies

tenderly stroking

for you my body aches

when it rains

when it rains

about us making love

I reminisce and you

yearning for the day we

in the rain would bond

how to the shower

I you would drag just

to have a semblance

of that desired moment

what a sight to relish of

the water rolling down

your skin its place

wish I could take

nostalgia floods my heart

when it rains

when it rains

melancholy reigns

my heart into pieces

uncountable breaks

for contain I can’t the

abyss that behind you left,

but blame you I can’t

for tears I made you shed

in the rain me you waited

from that trip in time

to return yet I didn’t

down your dimpled cheeks

tears rolled, my role the rain

took and wiped them away

remorseful I always feel

when it rains

By Clifford B. Okumu

Why the sky is blue...

This I deduce from what we gone through

You’re the reason the sky is blue

But never had I seen this obvious clue

Some say to the sky the ocean reflecteth

Say I the joy your eyes relentlessly showeth

To my face then upwardly bounceth

Once you cried the day turned murky

All halted, melted everyone irky

Luck you brought me the seemingly unlucky

Smoothened a life I once called rocky

Indeed nature adores thy personality

I too do like you so much in proximity

Never leave my side lets be an entity

Shine in my life shine so bright to infinity

Color the sky azure paint it in superfluity

By Clifford B. Okumu

“The portrait of a nation”

A Portrait of an impoverished

People, emaciated children’s

Mouths flocked with flies

By the stench of hunger attracted

Flies that edifice another layer

Of lips, atop the thirst cracked ones

Stomachs that have not been

Home to food for days on end

Hopelessness a feature obvious

On these innocent beings faces

A portrait of an impoverished

People, scavenging for left over

Meals heaped upon filthy bins

Brawling over it akin to lions ripping

Apart the only gazelle in the feral

Aware that, they know not where

From the next meal cometh, and

The dusk dreaded, for nights are

But spend out in the cold on

Pavements, the only known home

This masterpiece conceived by

The elite of the people, coined to

Details impeccable is nothing

Worthy of global exhibition, yet

In the museums of our minds

They linger, with the brush of

Impunity more paint is smeared

Red, shed in PEV, ended in IDP

Then wiped the green in MAU now

Behold, a portrait of looming draught

By Clifford B. Okumu