Dapper The Poet

I was born to be a saggitarius but nature turned things around Ousted on earth amidst two unwanted The mother,well was a maid. Whom was hit wrongly by cupids bow for a man cursed to drunk. I shall forget to smile that i stand upon thy corpse,remembering how i loved thee. And ill try to have thee scribed on all three hearts. The clock struck death on our mothers bossom Yes, our mother!!! There those violent streets delights have estactic ends for only the night. And in the taste of a better life i sought of a couple who traded slaves, and gave me a roomie. A bird i killed one night. I was a sober suited young. Loved one minute, mistreated and harshly disciplined the next. According to my master's mood. His wife was silent, she did not care, she was not my mother. I always sat at night in my Harry porters cupboard writing poems for a woman i would love. My first poem was cursed to roam the bin in pieces like Cain from the holy book. Farewell virgin poem,i know we s...

Click here to view dappers poetry I take it slower but every phase is turning its back on me I strive for happiness and it only comes back collapsing on me Shades are more impunitive materialistic chauvinistic Simple ain't simplest. But again the hardest task easy as ABC We don't struggle in the curicutters of life but only pretend to see The worst is out carefully picking the best and living these worst pieces to the meek Shut the doors, close the windows but let the vents wide open Cultural stupendous fallacious structures of seamlessly translatables fables shouting out loud Pain, lock out, darkness.  A sum of my eyes records bring out a delirious finding  A climb on a watch tower and spread the view and spectate Or take the bull by its horns and pin it down, Mexican cowboys charms won't work Out of ten stars I give you three Noo two Life is never sweet no one said it will ever be, let's create our fate Grind on the diabolical a...

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                                                          Maya Angelou had a broad and distinguished career both inside and outside the literary realm. She is most famous for her work as a poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist, working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X. She also worked in entertainment, as a singer, a dancer, an actor, and a director. Her poetry was inspired and informed by her life and work, and this personal connection often made her poems profound and powerful. Over the course of a career spanning the 1960s to her death in 2014, she captured, provoked, inspired, and ultimately transformed American people and culture. The following eight poems—presented chro...

Full of talent But cant make ends meet Qualifications are all met But the job you do not fit What again is neded? Yet the quacks have succeeded Is it money? Soo sweet than honey It flows in our veins Eats us up all,no remains With no conections your end begins It is that money that reigns Ooooh corrupt me! Elsewhere i deserve to die But here i walk shoulders high We control the economy Transparency is just a philosophy Subjects cry but it is the obvious We do not care the previous We the boss Subjects get the loss Thats me No blasphemy I wont interrupt For i am corrupt Africa is my name That is my game            ©PHYLOPASTHEGREAT2018

Dreams can sometimes be tempting, you dream yourself successful, when I talk of success in my society is having a big house, a car and a brown wife with the all attributes of a beautiful woman you can think of Here is a story of Tumaini Zawadi Pendo a young, talented poet who got saved by the scouting movement  You see he was a very bright boy brought up by very strict parents and his childhood he spent in a boarding school 300km away from home,  He did his primary education and passed so well despite the health issues he had he managed to be called to a national school, he had to cross 10 counties to reach his school Zawadi Pendo is an introvert a boy brought up in pure confusion his father a retired teacher and practicing draughtsman harsh and strict a no nonsense man who always kept his word On the other hand the mother was a primary school teacher in the local school a very strong lady she was, fair, jovial saved and practicing Catholic  Zawadi had 5sib...

Nko nawe leo sikuachi Wewe nguo nifichie uchi Kukupenda kwa maneno Baadaye matendo Washangae waone na meno Shapu supu acha figure Shingo upana acha ya twiga Ye ndo mine for life She is fine in my life Wakisema shauri yao Tutafaulu kwa macho yao Ju sisi ndo sisi Sa wao waone jinsi Its our love We fly above Example to the rest We no care the rest Happily we are at rest Me for her, Not too far Part two comes for her

Click here to see more of dappers poems Our own society deceived the reality of our inner sanctum the vices we preached against have today become our daily dose See back in my home village a bicycle was regarded prestigious but now youths are up in machetes demanding they be given community land, so they can buy motorbikes not to do bodaboda and improve there live but impress the sexworkers in the bars in my home village Shida is the last born of a family of seven four boys and three girls His first born brother onyi is a class seven dropout a muscular dystrophy who is dwayne Johnson bodied, his other two brothers joined hands to claim the community land  The father being polygamous married two wives he claimed the cold was too much and he couldn't withstand a cold bath anymore so this younger wife was to one boil him bathing water and two be his comfort  The mzee back then was the richest man in the entire village, he would be compared to...  Of today, h...

Eventually, I decided to look at them Lost in lust Confused on a persons look Sworn to decide by the sword swipe. Its so sad i feel bad For my dreams shattered All to powder by my hatred But my son,i see the Ojo's pleading for years. It is extremely hard To open the lock of my heart After your sister was killed How do i believe? The lies The Unholy worship of Eniyan? Even though i miss their bliss Affection and Sacrificial Attention Darkness wakes and the sun dies. Eniyan!!! Whom came to plead yeye's milk Their treachery haunts them Behind their dream windows Frivolous and obnoxious dreams. Eniyan is cruel!!! They are human chicks   They shall see me when the sun behold their eyes on the day of the coming I wonder how the christain God mercies them ENIYAN. OKAY. i will be brave and forgiving, for i cannot choose to forever weep. But as i send you, to Eniyan Year after year Tell them about my anger Anger enough to boil the whole marine world. ...

​SEEN​ For months, mouths spoke and narrated the ordeal of former days that are yet to be repeated My eyes and ears wished they saw and hear, this days so but the heart is afraid to bear Are stories true? And can threads move through like the unseen eye of a needle? I became a sentry, just to see Stories manifest My pens are yet to swindle nature to meet the synopsis of a dreadful dance in hell We've seen Rome collapsed And here you are dancing to the pompous array of words. When last did I see hell break lose? But today,  I spotted hot stones dine with ice Are stories true? Should I say overcrowded water base Or simply flood The long discussed and awaited unwanted has arrived, just in my dish plate. Give me a space, for I have seen beyond hell I can now clearly see money and blood yell And anything I say here can be used against me in the Court of realistic fiction. Now all your stories about the destructive flood rendering people homeless is s...

Sonnet  - a short rhyming poem with 14 lines.  The original sonnet form was invented in the 13/14th century by Dante and an Italian philosopher named Francisco Petrarch. The form remained largely unknown until it was found and developed by writers such as Shakespeare. Sonnets use iambic meter in each line and use line-ending rhymes. For more about Sonnets, read  How To Write A Sonnet  ( here also  on the FFP Poetry Forums) Limerick  - a five-line witty poem with a distinctive rhythm. The first, second and fifth lines, the longer lines, rhyme. The third and fourth shorter lines rhyme. (A-A-B-B-A). For more about Limericks, read  How To Write A Limerick  on the FFP Poetry Forums Haiku  - This ancient form of poem writing is renowned for its small size as well as the precise punctuation and syllables needed on its three lines. It is of ancient Asian origin. Haiku's are composed of 3 lines, each a phrase. The first line typically has 5...

If you are writing a poem because you want to  capture a feeling that you experienced , then you don’t need these tips. Just write whatever feels right. Only you experienced the feeling that you want to express, so only you will know whether your poem succeeds. If, however, your goal is to communicate with a reader  — drawing on the established conventions of a literary genre (conventions that will be familiar to the experienced reader) to generate an emotional response in your reader  — then simply writing what feels right to you won’t be enough.  (See also “ Poetry is for the Ear ” These tips will help you make an important transition: away from  writing poetry to celebrate, commemorate, or capture  your own feelings  (in which case you, the poet, are the center of the poem’s universe) towards  writing poetry in order to generate  feelings in your reader (in which case the poem exists entirely to serve the reader). K...

Leo ntasimama ka wakili Nitumie zangu akili, its true nothing comes on a silver platter but izo plates za silver ndo hustlers hutumia wakingoja wishes ziturn to horses waride ka walatino mexico  So leo tujieke kwa ratili juu every cloud has its own lining ati unadai kua bwanyenye bila hardworking huoni the irony  Unacopy paste personality ya  Bob collymore yet kwa Mfuko huna ata Bob Makarao wanakosa utu, hawana feelings roho zao chafu kaa kutu, but still ukijipata on the wrong side ya law watademand kakitu ama uishie kuitwa kurutu kamiti,  Every story iko na two sides, even the heaviest coin iko na highest value ii Kenya, karao atakua believed ama uyu study wa UON ameseti dready na amevalia unfinished trouser na denim imechorwa weed kwa mgongo? Nani msaliti,  Si river road na koinange street zimekua branded blasphemous but gava wamebaki kuman izi hotspots ile design ya mastudy hudandia WiFi shule Rama aonyeshwe love bila kudhani ni Ramadan akidh...

 What are we going to do? * Dear mr president I hope state house is fine for the state of the nation cannot be housed they have been aroused  What are we gonna do When we spent all our income on paying fee What are gonna do When We work hard the money we get can only take us through one meal suffering everyday What are we going to do Government promised to create a million jobs still we have a million jobless youths What are we going to do Ghetto youths work hard live on pushing a cart meditate with khat piercing themselves with syringes hoping the day will be brighter  But it is still gloomy temptations to steal but are shot dead because of a crumb of bread The future is still not clear society what are we gonna do Opharns sleep on empty stomachs, politicians sleep on there millions beneath the bed.  What are gonna do  Government tell me what are going to do  Drought prevailed you promised boreholes now floods threaten ...

GRIM REAPER Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief? How can I go on or find a way to be strong?o Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark. Desiring to see a brighter day in this longer, oval aged dark nights so black Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone; Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me, Today we laugh spent time together share our memories laugh our hearts outs Tomorrow we cry, think of those memories we made, the fun all lost Nights we spend in bitter truth and the ruthless fighting for this life You concured every fear faced life you had made it, dear God its too sooner  a perfect soul a perfect fit to the society Step by step be with her family, friends  You are our star now  Your goodness touched many You have passed...

Is it...    I scribble down my thoughts and hope the impact does not die out I let petty issues pass and hope I dont pass out Life has me paraded, stranded in deep waters, Should I go for a hike? Or let the thoughts swallow me up like another lost legend My happiness is on strike  I'm tied down in chains I try to pull a few strings but the threads are too tight my energy is low my esteem died out  The liquor is too bitter I can't take a shot  a screenshot will do I try to hit the target but My eyes won't let me The bulls eye is a little too far Nothing is clear, its blurred Pay every attention to the blowing wind Coz my past has no meaning  My diary won't need me Are we still in the dark Or are we sailing contrary to the blowing wind Are we pretending to be okay Offload the pain of a lost soldier Take the pain of a stray bullet  Be the sacrificial lamb the consulting architect in my pieces...