Holy Emotions, Page 3
Vincent de Paul
For it was in vain, I had to rest.
Still forlorn, not accepting the reality
I continued to send her flowers
Yet she did nothing hurt me
Throwing all what I gave her back at me
Made it clear it was over.
Three months later I met another one
a real beauty, love at first sight
I moved on, my healing heart aflame
I loved her, and she loved me
then along came
the one who’d walked away.
“Take me back to the arms I love” was her belated request
She wanted to stay, never to walk away
But my heart was somewhere else to stay
And nothing was gonna lead me astray
For eight months she begged and begged
At last we met ...
The willowy girl I once loved had evolved
Her beautiful Bantu face obscured by fat
Her beautiful eyes swimming in her face
Her deer neck contours of dancing flesh
Fat hanging in gilded dewlaps under her arms
Her skin bracelets around her wrists
So elephantine she waddled apart to walk
I could see why she couldn’t walk away anymore
I’d promised love no matter what anyway...
First love never dies or so they say
I loved her, still do, and will love her always
But now we just can’t be, I know she won’t stay
for love.
I’m Not an Angel
Baby don’t you be so mean
I tried to keep everything clean
Trying to be ever so discreet
Not to be like the man on the streets
But lemme explain myself
Talk about living together sure we will
But for now you’ve to know
I am not an angel.
I’m not an angel,
I’ll tell you how
Everything has got to be real slow
There’s no one but us in this show
Promise to let no one else know;
Ever since we parted that day
And we went our separate ways
I couldn’t remember to forget you.
In my heart you lit a light
I fell in love, first sight
danced like a dervish
to my surprise you don’t feel the same
you fill me with shame
though I am not an angel.
You say you can’t love
I know you’ve no other love;
But just because I serve at the altar
That does not make me an angel;
Babe, you’re my star
Let me be your night time.
Dovetail your hand into mine
Let’s disappear from this vicarage
To the love nest that’s waiting for us
Make my head swirl
I wanna make you twirl
Make your body whirl
For I am not an angel.
The Holy Trinity of Love
There are times alone you will be left
Rain of tears make your eyes drier
Unperturbed by doubt, baby, remain you
Stand your firm even in the wildest of storms
Thine comes thy love with love though sleekest.
Solemnly shall be thine lost moments
Honey, no more pain in your veins shall seeth’
All days thereafter shall be like the mimosa
Roses and violets adorn you forever
Every time you kiss and do things in love.
Together, hand in hand, in the streets strut
Remember to each other sweet words whisper
Understand the life of the one who lives in you
Thou hast done all what thy sleekest thine heart
Hail the Holy Trinity of Love; Trust, Share, Truth.
Rage
I am a victim of overwhelming nostalgia
How I hate the thought of those days;
Memories so bitter yet sweet.
That day on your head I put a diadem
in the kingdom of my heart crowned you queen.
On my head you put a crown
The ritual made me king—
I have reigned for quite so long Your Highness
Yet today I seethe with this feeling, rage.
I search my broken heart day and night
For a vestige of what I once felt for you
I am sorry to say I find none
All along I have lived with the pain
Of the betrayal of the love I had for you.
I thought I was your king
yet I was a lackey my reign;
love songs you sang for me
behind my back you made me a clown
I was the first king to carry the queen’s fan.
You said you’ll take me for better n’ for worse
On my sick bed you refused to be my nurse
You ran away never to come back
I knew better than to chase after
You used to smell like a rose, sweet as honey
You now stink, sour as vinegar;
O babe, I’m not vengeful, I hate you like poison
I must say I’d be mad, to love you again
I lost patience puddin’, detest your trivialities.
Florence Merab
Friendly in a manner likely to suggest I LOVE YOU
Legendary words of great joy yet immense sorrow
Odd passions and feelings insidiously revolting
Randy you left me my favourite heartbreaker;
Elegant in all manner yet intricate and crafty
No man could resist your inner beauty.
Chilly nights and freezing mornings came and went
Ever wanted me to leave you alone.
Magically I dreamt and hoped it’d happen one day
Excellent blossoming of this love I ought not sought
Raddled have I grown chasing after you floreo
Amusing I learn you’re not Florence
Babe, your love was not meant to Florence and Merab.
The Last War
O my God, O no, please …
Eyes transfixed on her face
Dreading of something to happen
Her eyes dilated, fluttering
She making soft gagging sound
O my God, please no, oh no!
Her body moved suddenly
The body fighting the soul
The soul fighting the body
Body and soul fighting the Angel o’ death
O my God, please no, oh no!
The struggle coming to me
“Babe, I’m here with you
You wanted to see me
My love, I’m here, talk to me,”
She had desperately wanted me there
to tell me something
something she never told me
then she wanted nothing at all …
(Curse death the senseless fiend12th March, 2011).
The Obsequies
Every new day is old day
I see the afterimages so funereal
Of the disturbingly peaceful day
Azure skies overhead
Whence my love’s put to rest.
Friends and relatives were there
Mourning the passing of a kin
Sorrowful for losing a friend
Debilitated by her passing
You never know how much you gonna miss.
At the sight of the casket
My heart filled, eyes waterfalled
Then the choir began to sing
Sadness and loss overwhelmed me
‘ve never felt lightheaded.
Dear, dearer, dearest Me-Luv
My love and best friend
Flesh of my flesh
and bone of my bones
my body and soul
All gone without warning.
the greatest tragedy).
Rest in Peace, My Love
What a hapless fate
an untimely tragedy,
I never sigh o’er the loss;
I ever curse the senseless fiend
for the loss o’ my love, best friend.
Never more on my comfy chest
she’ll rest her head
nor wrap me in her embrace.
I shall forever mourn her demise
Never shall I be myself.
Her smile, the jokes
her laughter, the flute voice
the games we played
the gentle tap, loving touch
Stolen by the brutal death.
I think of the promises
the plans for the future,
Path is wide and rough
I have no faith anymore
She ain’t by my side.
Never more by me she’ll sleep,
Forever empty is the bed
Living in my head;
never more on me she’ll sit
Her favourite seat
I will never see her more.
Goodbye’s the hardest thing to say
Not this—I shall live in denial
Rest in peace, Tsoniella, Sonia
Sam loves you, forever I promised
Wish you had left me Maribel.
About the Author
Vincent de Paul is the author of the 2010 Nairobi International Book Fair Literary Awards winning collection of poems, First Words, and other poetry collections—Holy Crimes, (love poems) and Flights of Poetic Fancy—and a collection of flash fiction stories, Flashes of Vice series. His poetry has been published in an anthology of new age African poets; Black Communion (Poems of the New Age African Poets) published by Artbeat Afrika, a society of contemporary African writers and poets, which aims to showcase the new African writer’s and poet’s talent and work to the world; and Through the Journey of Hope (2016) by the Writers Guild, Kenya.
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