Mixture Of Texture.A Poem by Gilbert SaintIts a back to back poem, two poets one of which I am, and the other that isn't mentioned, going head to head.
Me:
I don't write poems, i make magic, with my pen as my wand, i flow power through these hands, I know i can write, that's how i make things right, In every corner tight, every little fright, I know I will, find something to write, My feelings may be blight, but my mind has never been so light, I know i can write, give my thoughts time to take flight. Him: What i write ain't tight, coz my future is bright, I think without blight, and make that spark ignite, Writing is my might, i know I'll win the fight. As I heave this boulder, that lay on my shoulder, Things getting colder, as i cross the border. I ain't o toddler, for I'm now bolder, I swagger with a rover and no one will pull me over. Me: Though i brush shoulder with the order, They seem not to bother, for my words are taking over, from the streets to the toddlers. I know I can write, my pen runs the papers, As I make more paper, they take theirs' to the shredder, If you mingle with a shredder, get yourself a mind bender, I'm the number one contender, all you imitations surrender. Him: You all know it cuts like a knife, when i say get a life, even if you strive, like bees in a hive, All i do is dive, like a torpedo in a jiffy, From the back to the front till things go blonde, Coz i have a jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck, a time bomb with a piss and a six pack on the deck. Me: Talk of a deck, and I'll make a wreck. Force them to trek, i give them heck, We spit fire like volcano, remain cool like Kilimanjaro, Dig them out of the furrows, take them back to the burrows. Talk of burrows, i knew Allan Burrows, he used to borrow, I told him maybe tomorrow, Tomorrow he won't follow, his mind is do hollow. so i duck and tuck him in a trunk, Never again to bring sorrow. © 2011 Gilbert SaintAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGilbert SaintNairobi, Kasarani, KenyaAboutI'm a student at Strathmore University, Kenya and love writing, apart form God and other things. more..Writing
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