Life is life

Life is life, life’s no politics

But a strange, pulsing bloom

Whose mysteries a lifetime unsolved are;

Nor can they be by one pair of eyes,

One mind be known.



Life’s a liquid bird note call,

The scent of orchid in bloom,

A mysterious night flower unfolding,

A dream with beginning and end-

Going trillion miles between.

Life’s a living moving river

An ocean caught up in wind,

Life’s the soft sunlight in the morning

The blaze of noonday heat,

The dusk with bird and bat call,

Moonscape with stars twinkling aloft;

Life’s a wondrous open dream,

That I will dare to dream this day.




©GayUganda 05 April 2008

Desire

He looked at me-

wide brown eyes open,

the gaze a physical caress

on my warming cheek;

I waited,

rapt attention

for his mouth to open

a word to say…



He did not-



Neither was it necessary

my mouth to open

words to fashion

For it was all there;

In his eyes, my eyes

the longing and rapture

Desire and need;

all was fully written

On both our faces…





GayUganda 18 March 2008




aw, forgot the dedication... To Princess!

To a Friend. Richard Flynn

I know you not brother,

yet you I know my Brother.

Long is life’s precious dream,

yet too short in meetings;

when never do we use our time

in adequacy to know each other.

To you, from us, Kuchus all,

we thank your awesome heart,

that has given with all its heart

of all that it could and had.

Little else do we have

to return from our bounties.

The fertile soil of our heart

blooms from your tender care;

The limpid quickness of our thought

borrows much from what you gave.

Thank you brother, for your large heart,

Thank you for all you’ve us given,

and from the very heart of Africa we breathe

a heart warm, heartfelt thank you.

©GayUganda Nov 2007

A Poem for Gerald

A poem dedicated to Gerald. Inspired by his account of the loss of his sister.

I read his account in the morning. Was moved. Thought about it enough to leave a note on his post. Then later, I was seated in my compound. 3 of my nephews were playing around. I thought of their world, as they see it. I thought of Gerald, and, well, the poem came out. Just like that.

When I was young,
the world seemed strange, beautiful,
a never ending amusement park,
of laughter ‘n play, joy ‘n peace;
the world- shielded by parents’ love,
cushioned by lesser understanding
past hunger and thirst,
mum’s smile, Daddy’s great laugh;
that’s the world as is-
garden of beauty, Eden revisited,
for young and old, poor and rich,
and yourself too.

May you know the world of love,
in good and bad, gain and loss;
in pleasure and pain-
may you know love.

© GayUganda 22 Sep. 07