Smoky Mirrors

Laughter trills,
but an echo of sorrow deep.
A brilliant smile,
Beneath waves of despair.
Twinkling eyes,
flashes of saddness
The painted face the world sees

Is there but one,
to see past the colors?
Must I remain,
alone in the depth of my sorrow,
but laughter show?
will one see what is,
A face i paint for all.

UNTITLED

Iam just an island lost at sea,

drifting away day, after day

With no one to hold,

to hold me

My tomb holds treasures deep,

To the heart of my soul.

Search for me,

so i can be whole again,

In paradise,

where the suns' kiss

warms my heart to life

The Proposal

Do you remember?
That night we first kissed
Soothing our aching lips,
With a love so undeniable
And for a while,
Time stood still, witnessing
The eternity of our love

Do you remember?
That night my dear,
When our hearts thawed
With a love, that burns,
Like a fire in moonlight
And the envy of the cold night
Couldn’t conquer,
Our tender warm embrace

Do you remember?
How like a child,
You lay on my chest
My loving hands held you
Keeping you ever close,
Till the early golden sunrays,
Walked on your gorgeous face,
And I woke in disbelief,
Of having spent a night
With an angel by my side.

If you do remember,
How beautiful a love
We shared,
Then my priceless princess,
Take this ring,
Do me the honor,
Of being my wife

Please.

© I K Nakueira

Love, Lies and Rhyme

She had a face, meant to smile,
Her curves, draped in clothes of style.
He won her with his natural vibe,
But she wasn’t really into the poetic type.
He should have waited awhile,
But he fell like a hunted whale;
With a big heart and a big splash,
Shamelessly, spending his hard-earned cash
He ran broke,
Trying to make it work.
Trapped in the pursuit of a never-ending love,
Love that in the end,
Had to come to a poetic end.

He caught her lying, about her age,
Yet this did not ignite his rage.
He caught her lying about where she’d been,
But chose to ignore what he hadn’t seen.
Then, he caught her lying, under another man!
Another man!
Her legs parted by another dick, with a dick.
He snapped like a bloodthirsty tick,
His mind clogged with the smoke of fury,
He could barely hear her say sorry…

"You broke my heart! I break your heart!
I caught you lying! I’ll catch you dying!
This is my story. it has to rhyme
It has to rhyme"
He reached the drawer in no time
Let rage write her last verse
Click!....through her chest… click!
He relocated her to the past tense...
His mind no longer thick,
He caught her lying, in a pool of her blood
Knelt and held her as he would
Crying, sobbing, weeping in shame,
"It had to rhyme, …it had to rhyme…"

© I K Nakueira

Political Defense

I was misquoted.
This is political persecution.
I have never taken a bribe.
I was misquoted.
This is political witch-hunt.
There are no missing funds.
I just borrowed the funds.
I was miscounted.
The bribe was not corruption.
I just borrowed the missing borrowed funds.
I borrowed the bribe.
This is political witch-hunt of borrowed funds
The corruption was misquoted.
Coruption!, What corruption?

© I K Nakueira

Lantern Poetry Recital, Hats off.

If you weren't at the National theatre last evening (Friday 30th Jan) you trully missed a free treat to a new style in poetry recital. I feel so blessed to have been there, seeing young energetic Ugandan youth recite their own poems with a twist of expression and acting to the very best. I cant entirely describe this talent to somone who hasn't witnessed it but you beta know, it was trully captivating and echanting.
My best Poem of the day was 'Come'. I must say as a fellow poet, i was challenged by the talent on stage and i was inspired to write more, with a few borrowed styles ofcourse. The lantern Poetry Meet is bedazzling, and i can assure you these guys are good, they will become famous, no doubt, and when they do always remember, yall heard it here first! I'll be fishing for more in4 about the Lantern Meet n passing it on, so u and I can get familiar n won't miss their next events. Hats off guys! by the way am joining the group.

Obama's Inauguration, A slice of poetry.

History was made as the first African- american President of the United States of America took his oath. I was glued to the screen as i anxiously waited for the final moment, hoping that somehow this guy will survive an assasination and guess what?, he did! The best parts of the ceremony were undoubtedly the speeches that were all filled with poetry, imagery, and strong diction.

The recital of "Praise Song for The Day" by poet Elizabeth Alexander was one of the moments i was looking foward to, i must say the poem is beautiful but she didnt do it any justice by her recital as she put emphasis on each word which killed the rhyme and ultimately made the poem sound like a speech, it was even hard to know the poem had ended when she read the last line.

Yeah, Obama's speech was strong and inspirational but for me the speech of the day was Reverand Joseph Lowery's prayer that was filled with an unrivalled poetic flavor that got him a standing ovation at the end, i have watched this speech seven times now and i cant get enough. It was the speech of the day, period. May all those who concur say Amen, say Amen, and Amen.

I K Nakueira