I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Bliss of ignorance

I read the question,
with no devotion nor attention,
not knowing the annilation,
of the 'lady' in my possession.

I opened it with expedition,
looked at it wit apprehension,
what is elucidation? ? Emancipation? ?
Or is it participation?

Now am hanging in suspension,
grin with passion,
to hide my frustration.....Damn! This examinathon! I will not fail is my conclusion.

So i open my lady,
with all stupor in me,
let alone the plethora of this ladys euphoria.
Alas!

Am caught.
This is enigmatic. So unpragmatic. For the propondence of it leaves me at the senate chambers, and in no defence expelled.

So to thee i say, you ought to read, and prepare indeed.
For to pass as it deems, aint as easy as it seems! Avoid fancy fallacies to success, for they all lead to:

THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE.

Otieno Albert

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