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Monday, September 21, 2009

"The Shine Set" is a poem written by my one time school mate Juvenalis G. Karuma. I never knew he had become a writer since moving to the US........!


"THE SHINE SET"

The shine set
It's the shine set of the shimmer

Now that I have lost all the glitter
Life has suddenly become so bitter
I was known as the hardest hitter
am just getting worse instead of fitter
Am the new cause of their daily titter
I will give up and let them call me a quitter

It's the shine set of glamor

Now that my life has become such a drama
I can no longer enamor
and they will not listen to my clamor
I feel so ashamed like a revealed scammer
Somebody hit me on the head with a hammer

It's the shine set of my smile

Now that i have lost my style
my name will appear in the losers' file
and my number they will never dial
They were friends but now they are too hostile
To them am more like a vile
I will walk so far and jump into the Nile

because this is the shine set.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR- BY HIMSELF
JUVENALIS G JUVI KARUMA

Now that am spending alot of time by myself. I'm going back to my old favourite hobby. I have been writting poems and short story and a novel by the name "Father Of Sin" is in tha making though it might take longer. I will be posting some of my poems for all of you to comment and tell me how you feel bout my writting. I am hoping to publish my poems before I turn 25 though am just doing it for charity not for money. Anything else ask me at info Juvenalis Gitau Karuma I love fine art and good music. You can also find me at Welcome to my space and enjoy my work..

5 comments:

  1. Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
    and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
    like everything, move on with splendid ease
    leaving us a message: life will never cease
    its sleepy course in vain
    in order to attain
    rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.

    The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
    for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
    as deep inside. A force considered spent
    returns from utter non-existence that was meant
    to keep us out of breath -
    Is Life both Life and Death?
    Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.

    My Poetry Blog

    http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/

    More...

    Adiós, mis vacas! Que pasa en esta temporada de tristeza?
    La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades;
    viva la muerte.
    Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno.
    El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.

    La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho.
    Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
    valor. La calle es corta.
    Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe.
    Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.

    My tentatively spanish poetry blog;

    http://hollb.blogspot.com/

    Typically Swedish Next Door Girls Collection För Your LAPTOP!

    :o)

    My Babe Misogyn Wallpapers:

    http://screenfonds.blogspot.com/

    Feel free to announce your blog on mine.

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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  2. Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
    and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
    like everything, move on with splendid ease
    leaving us a message: life will never cease
    its sleepy course in vain
    in order to attain
    rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.

    The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
    for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
    as deep inside. A force considered spent
    returns from utter non-existence that was meant
    to keep us out of breath -
    Is Life both Life and Death?
    Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.

    My Poetry Blog

    http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/

    More...

    Adiós, mis vacas! Que pasa en esta temporada de tristeza?
    La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades;
    viva la muerte.
    Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno.
    El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.

    La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho.
    Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
    valor. La calle es corta.
    Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe.
    Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.

    My tentatively spanish poetry blog;

    http://hollb.blogspot.com/

    Typically Swedish Next Door Girls Collection För Your LAPTOP!

    :o)

    My Babe Misogyn Wallpapers:

    http://screenfonds.blogspot.com/

    Feel free to announce your blog on mine.

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

    ReplyDelete
  3. @ Analisa & Kraxp
    Thanks for your comments and contribution to 2Hrs B4. I have been reading you also and we can create even a bigger network than we have.

    thanks

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  4. I can totally see puting these words to music

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