Muviki, listen
Words don’t grow on trees I tell you
He whose tree bore a natural beauty
Skin so smooth, a banana tree trunk
Eyes, the moon gets its light from therein
Body shaped like the brown gourd, home of the ‘karubu’
To him pour this my cup
Muviki set your nets to catch this
That I, son of the village horn
I alone hold the keys to the goat house
Home…
Where chicken greet visitors by the big ‘muuku’ tree
I,
I only know where the cows can fish for grass
Know where they can hunt for clean water
I, draw water from the sun!
Muviki, please don’t let the dogs roast your antelope
The one that your father tested his ‘utumia’ by
Travelled far and wide, and then waited for its horns to curl!
But, let your feet wade on ‘kyaa’
And your fingers ache with white milk
Then sit down on the three legged stool and enjoy
As the meat flows in your human river
Muviki, words don’t grow on trees
Listen.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2006
As I pass through this God given life,many are the things I see, hear, experience or dream.. In the process I build up words, while walking,working,relaxing or dreaming, and since they dont grow on trees,later on I consolidate them into these lovely pieces! I have more than a hundred of them, so the much you are seeing is just a tip of the iceberg. Finally i have a publisher! My first book will be coming out in November..book your autographed copy while stocks last.
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
A New Day
Grateful is the man
Who acknowledges the rising of the sun
For when the Sun rise a new day is born
Adding the time and reducing the distance
In the journey to our destiny
A new day casts the old day...
To the history of our lives
The events of the old day become past
Never will they come again
But their effect may turn to worse or better
In the new day
A new day may bring hope
Or it may bring despair and frustrations,
A new day may bring love
Or it may bring hate,
A new day may bring success
Or it may bring failure
A new day may bring joy
Or it may bring sorrow
A new day will change a day to a week
A week to a month, month to a year
Years to a century, centuries to a millennium,
Generation to generation
Civilization to civilization
Above everything it makes sense to be thankful, when the sun rises
For when it does you are able to see the natural beauty,
Hear the birds sing, feel the sweet scent of the flowers that blossom.
A new day is a gift, a special gift from the God our Lord,
We should always thank Him.
from a friend....NOEL
Who acknowledges the rising of the sun
For when the Sun rise a new day is born
Adding the time and reducing the distance
In the journey to our destiny
A new day casts the old day...
To the history of our lives
The events of the old day become past
Never will they come again
But their effect may turn to worse or better
In the new day
A new day may bring hope
Or it may bring despair and frustrations,
A new day may bring love
Or it may bring hate,
A new day may bring success
Or it may bring failure
A new day may bring joy
Or it may bring sorrow
A new day will change a day to a week
A week to a month, month to a year
Years to a century, centuries to a millennium,
Generation to generation
Civilization to civilization
Above everything it makes sense to be thankful, when the sun rises
For when it does you are able to see the natural beauty,
Hear the birds sing, feel the sweet scent of the flowers that blossom.
A new day is a gift, a special gift from the God our Lord,
We should always thank Him.
from a friend....NOEL
Monday, May 2, 2011
A road without cars
See,this is a road without cars,
where all we need is to push forward.
We be like jars of clay,livin by only hope,
...to break anytime we could
Hurray!
A new job in the offing
a new car,
a wife,or husband,
kids!
But,it becomes stifflin
disgustin,when hard things comeby
faces wither,
eyes wet,
bodies chime
Then comes the rain,the hapiness,
blessin,
well,i could go on paintin this picture
Coz words never grow on trees in my sculpture
see,whatever u do,ENJOY LIFE.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
where all we need is to push forward.
We be like jars of clay,livin by only hope,
...to break anytime we could
Hurray!
A new job in the offing
a new car,
a wife,or husband,
kids!
But,it becomes stifflin
disgustin,when hard things comeby
faces wither,
eyes wet,
bodies chime
Then comes the rain,the hapiness,
blessin,
well,i could go on paintin this picture
Coz words never grow on trees in my sculpture
see,whatever u do,ENJOY LIFE.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
song of march
I have seen myself through so much
Seen Love..
Decreed,
Beautiful happenings all through my days
Promotions may come but to some!
Some might get Lucky..maybe its you!
March...the month of dreams,
Fulfilments,
Joy...
Maybe love,
A husband or a wife
In seminars or trainings or your neighbor in that matatu
Rings on your phones,most of it customized
New people new ideas...
New ways new days..
Open eyes,shut hearts
Tears of joy maybe hurting
A pen and paper,masters my degree
its just a song and March is singing!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011
Seen Love..
Decreed,
Beautiful happenings all through my days
Promotions may come but to some!
Some might get Lucky..maybe its you!
March...the month of dreams,
Fulfilments,
Joy...
Maybe love,
A husband or a wife
In seminars or trainings or your neighbor in that matatu
Rings on your phones,most of it customized
New people new ideas...
New ways new days..
Open eyes,shut hearts
Tears of joy maybe hurting
A pen and paper,masters my degree
its just a song and March is singing!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
perfect pictures
My condition is blackened.
A perfect defination of a good painting
I cry when am hurt, inside my heart, just to add.
Smile is my middle name, at least when am not stressed
so why do we worry, yet life is unchangeable ?
I walk alone..in my thoughts
but...together we walk in lifef together
In the hills I find rest and serinity to take away the bad habits
Sticking to routine ...everyday laundry of work
Expectations diminish,bonuses are shelved
But the work never lessens
A perfect picture perhaps?
Preachers turn swindlers
Churches become shops.
be it relationships merchandise spiritual or the like u will get
Though open eyed u should be...to achieve
All these r perfect pictures n the painter is me!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
A perfect defination of a good painting
I cry when am hurt, inside my heart, just to add.
Smile is my middle name, at least when am not stressed
so why do we worry, yet life is unchangeable ?
I walk alone..in my thoughts
but...together we walk in lifef together
In the hills I find rest and serinity to take away the bad habits
Sticking to routine ...everyday laundry of work
Expectations diminish,bonuses are shelved
But the work never lessens
A perfect picture perhaps?
Preachers turn swindlers
Churches become shops.
be it relationships merchandise spiritual or the like u will get
Though open eyed u should be...to achieve
All these r perfect pictures n the painter is me!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I Have Fallen
I have fallen in love
.......fallen in love with words
.........in love with words that describe a woman in beauty
...............that clothe her with respect and character.
A dime!
I have been courting
........been courting the words that make me a man
...........that make me a gentleman.
Responsible!
I have dated..
......dated the words that describe sex in a holy way
..........that give morals to love making!
Godly!
I am drowning..
......drowning deep in love, with the words that give light to darkness..
............that opens eyes even when deep in sleep!
A jump-starter!
I am in a wedding
....in a wedding, ted a knot for life with words that drive my engine
.........that give a kick to my direct injector!
My machine!
I adore...
......adore the words that make up only one Word!
..........that although 'words don't really grow on trees', this Word is a tree!
Blessings!!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010
.......fallen in love with words
.........in love with words that describe a woman in beauty
...............that clothe her with respect and character.
A dime!
I have been courting
........been courting the words that make me a man
...........that make me a gentleman.
Responsible!
I have dated..
......dated the words that describe sex in a holy way
..........that give morals to love making!
Godly!
I am drowning..
......drowning deep in love, with the words that give light to darkness..
............that opens eyes even when deep in sleep!
A jump-starter!
I am in a wedding
....in a wedding, ted a knot for life with words that drive my engine
.........that give a kick to my direct injector!
My machine!
I adore...
......adore the words that make up only one Word!
..........that although 'words don't really grow on trees', this Word is a tree!
Blessings!!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010
Time Will Tell
There is an enemy at the gate.
There is an animal at leash
He is wild
Unpredictable, blind.
Love is a life-bound but only time will tell
When life brings new doors,
and windows and lifts,
and paths, unmarked,
or never walked in..
Only time will tell.
Every new day brings new meaning
a few definitions to the truth of time..
And the happenings whether red or blue
but the colour doesn’t really matter...
Does it, really?
..
Don’t think so but only time will tell!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010
There is an animal at leash
He is wild
Unpredictable, blind.
Love is a life-bound but only time will tell
When life brings new doors,
and windows and lifts,
and paths, unmarked,
or never walked in..
Only time will tell.
Every new day brings new meaning
a few definitions to the truth of time..
And the happenings whether red or blue
but the colour doesn’t really matter...
Does it, really?
..
Don’t think so but only time will tell!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Silence In Words!
I know words,
Big words,
And small words,
Long and short words,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words that tell a story,
Words that say sorry,
Words that made her feel sorry,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words that I could have used to say sorry,
Words that I could have used to tell her why,
Words that I could have used,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words I chose to use,
Words I wanted to use,
Words I didn’t use,
Words that failed me,
Words that chose to be silent,
And so we parted,
Amidst the silence of words.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Big words,
And small words,
Long and short words,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words that tell a story,
Words that say sorry,
Words that made her feel sorry,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words that I could have used to say sorry,
Words that I could have used to tell her why,
Words that I could have used,
Yes, I know words
I know words,
Words I chose to use,
Words I wanted to use,
Words I didn’t use,
Words that failed me,
Words that chose to be silent,
And so we parted,
Amidst the silence of words.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Life
Was it here where I reached standing?
This inviting portal of delight
two tables, one full of books!
Was this the heart that opened?
Promising soft and wide richness of desire?
...A nice curtains on the door.
Was this she who called me in?
She of seductive grace beyond the others,
Grasping, bloused with our soft caressing.
Wasn’t I the man who came inside?
The peeling reflection of the focused me...
Then pocketless, drained, I!
My heart,
where art thou?
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
This inviting portal of delight
two tables, one full of books!
Was this the heart that opened?
Promising soft and wide richness of desire?
...A nice curtains on the door.
Was this she who called me in?
She of seductive grace beyond the others,
Grasping, bloused with our soft caressing.
Wasn’t I the man who came inside?
The peeling reflection of the focused me...
Then pocketless, drained, I!
My heart,
where art thou?
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Brown Eyes
Brother, the world crumbles at the sight of you.
Resting on your handsomeness in the eyes
Oh, he’s looking inside my soul!
...Whines the rest of the all girl gang
neither of them knowing that you are engaged
Ericka, your beautiful bride to be
you open them up wider in absenture.
Every one of them with jaws dropped low
surely, you caught all of them by your brown eyes!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
Resting on your handsomeness in the eyes
Oh, he’s looking inside my soul!
...Whines the rest of the all girl gang
neither of them knowing that you are engaged
Ericka, your beautiful bride to be
you open them up wider in absenture.
Every one of them with jaws dropped low
surely, you caught all of them by your brown eyes!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
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