GOSSIP!
Like leaves,
In the storm.
Their tongues,
Spitting hearsay.
Like snakes!
Hiss, someone!
Nods and what of?
Portentous inference.
Both parties cases,
To jurisdiction phases.
Like venom,
It clots phenom.
Them not notoriety,
But sagacious.
©️SIMSIM.
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FOOTBALL
Made of lather,
And rubber tube.
With pressure,
To desirable shape.
At the centre of stadium,
Twenty people.
To chase,
Each in opposite goals.
With certain arrangement,
From back; defenders.
Through the mid-fielders,
To goal scorers; strikers.
Each game,
Having the middle-man; referee.
With two handy guys alongside,
Linesmen.
Some with best stadium,
For funs and diehards,
Others with better,
While others, only a play-ground.
Play-field marked,
Goalkeepers area,
To “eighteen”
Then to the middle area.
Ninety minutes by FIFA
Little longer by refer.
To “extra-time, or—
To penalties if needs a winner.
©️SIMSIM.
Family at dining,
Yesterday is forgotten.
But father,
In dreams,still far.
The sun penetrates the curtains,
Beaming rays,
Him found on a bed
Takes a turn.
Red eye,
Switched on.
The glare,
“Wife,come on.”
That moment,
Stiller than the fields.
Her curses,he’s a mong,
Smile,sets feet in the room.
What went on yesternight?
My behavior did hurt anyone?
Something in that liquor,
It drove me bitter.
Swear by my name,
By this house’s little flame.
Liquor and bad fame,
Far from eternal flame.
I curse it with your wish,
It took a way your bliss.
Darling of mine,
Tell me we’re fine.
I’ll keep my real corse,
I’ll keep it by force.
Forgive and forget,
So my soul it won’t torment.
©️SIMSIM.
WOOBLE 3.(At home)
Though he gets home late,
How late?
It will compensate,
They here unexpected knock.
Transformation must be the moment.
For they know,
Trouble and torment,
It’s their time for blow’.
As usual,
Dirty and filthy.
Noisy and giggly,
Deny and disavows.
Emoluments, finished.
Apple to oranges.
Humanity varnished,
Chances to changes.
And because of food,
He will leave her on the ground.
With maelstrom,
To the room.
A stop at the corridor,
Order for clean ones.
Odor than of coriander,
Or to bed with ones.
Another row of endless fights.
His eyes like mighty spotlights.
Can be seen in the dark night,
Start of his blight.
Just with a fall,
On the bed,
With sizzling temper,
His final call…
“Be it mattress straight,
Be its pillow round.
Let no sun-light,
Interrupt this ground.”
The immortal tone;(fading out)
🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy…
Dri…n…k till am high…
With my hands I can fly…🎶
©️SIMSIM.
WOOBLE 2.(on the way)
The immortal tone;
(🎶…fly till am high…
High past the sky…
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy…
Can’t even fall by,
Even if you try…
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy.
Full of iffy,
Just go get a life…🎶)
Another turn,
Towards the door.
A look at the floor,
All this for fun.
Just felt the world goes by,
To fellow walkers, bye.
Exorcised the brew,
For firm conviction due.
It was new liquor,
That was all.
Left foot tripped,
Then dropped from flight.
A wake,
Fall again,
That bore another rise.
Just opposite,another speech.
On the move,
Though backward match.
Obedient to his home,
And full of love.
On him, neighbors are hard,
Into water ditches he runs.
Know by every cur,
Lonely and fan.
©️SIMSIM.
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WOBBLE 1.(in the bar.)
One,two,
Three tots.
To half a glass,
And even much.
To bottles,
From cheap ones.
And more,
Of cost!
Stepping on crate,
For friends and more.
Stability at a loss,
Leave alone on a trippy floor.
From bar,
Limps are weak.
By the door-side,
Leaning for better position.
Hands getting weaker,
Whenever carried up.
Eyes growing deemer,
Lower jaws heavier.
The usual song,
Lyrics on lips.
Rhythm on mind,
Beats on feet.
One step front,
A stager.
Two more front,
The turn.
The immortal tone;
🎶Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy.
Dri…n…k till am high,
With my hands I can fly…
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Life is trippy…
…fly till am high..
High past the sky🎶
©️SIMSIM.
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IDLE IS TIRESOME
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Ku-seat back na ku-relax is unfit!
Imagine ku-stay all day long,
Bila ku-think positively,
It’s building a place for negativity.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Eat and rest is obesity.
Ku-build non-productive wit,
Devil hutumia jobless mind.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Hata simple sermon.Uh! zii.
Procrastination ndio ya mwezi,
Hata walk? Ni kuona mengi.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Ku-stay hata bila ku-do sum.
Nenda katafte kazi ya ku-raze,
Kama kazi ya kujenga ni hard.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Hata wanyama hucheza ball.
Si kama doing nothing at all,
Hata kua-fan hua ni stiff.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Can’t even make one laugh
Ku-cross-hands na we ni young.
Ujana ni moshi,ukienda no longer tough.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Kuskiza tu wenye plot,
Kazi nikuomba salt na flour,
Soon utawa-join kwenye floor.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome.
You can’t even box someone,
You can’t get powerful fox.
Nikama uko infected na chicken-pox.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome,
Just talking about More.
Go work and earn a Bob,
Sikungoja tu ku-heist.
Si-kustay idle is tiresome.
Checki,acha kuteta ni mapank.
Wakidi wako wata-drive?
Better wish them well then upewe ride…
Si-kustay idle is tiresome?
Just to be frank.
©️SIMSIM.
SCARY-NIGHTS.
Scared of the the little worries,
That are gonna attack me,
While am half-asleep.
Thinking about how tomorrow’s life is gonna be.
Just after laying my ribs down on the floor.
To reduce gravitational force.
Huh! It’s only because—
I can’t get a bed at a fee.
While setting tomorrow’s goals that I’ll have to achieve,
While am counting rusty ridges of my single detached house.
That I almost acquired it at free.
While having a bungalow in my head that has been built on an hectare.
Sleep can’t get into my eyes,
Cheeks getting white stripes due to tears,
Can’t blame the fears,
Tha’ makes me strong.
Even with a look at my belly,
Six are the packs of hunger that picture me strong.
Having emptied my belly yesterday.
With little pain on my shoulders since the other day.
Having worked for unpaid work.
With tax bills haunting me like its their work.
Am only hopping to see tomorrow.
Being ready to face it no matter;if it will be a horror.
Love gone out of my heart,
Mind moving out of its hub.
Revolving anti-clockwise,
Am hoping it won’t affect my thinking ways.
Or make me less wise.
Hating myself due to my living ways,
Without even checking on my struggle.
Moving myself from side to side of the bed like….wiggle wiggle wiggle.
Making it uncomfortable for the one torn blanket to cover me up.
Tomorrow am gonna wake up before breakfast,
Leaving my rusty scrappy house so fast.
Leaving my heart tamed first.
©️SIMSIM.
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