Poetry & Works by Kaffi & Kaffy

On more than an instance, When I’ve been idler than a broken lamp-post - Time weighing heavily on my hand, As pen and paper prove closer than a brother: I have taken written notice of slit eyelids upon a chocolate face, Accurately chronicled after carefully observing - Playful fingers twitchily twist a neck pendant, And spin a plastic band on a wrist’s axis Hands press down a dress’ length for modesty’s sake  by Kevin Orato (Notes) The slow-motion, almost rehearsed brush of the brow, Unsaid appreciation for the Viewer’s attention How seamlessly well she blends with the surrounding; Not merely part of the furniture but its mantelpiece Manipulating without earnest effort, events around her; Keeping in check any intrusion and mischief. As if by magic wand, conjuring up occurrences But like a skilled orchestra conductor, directing tune. Never really losing her ladylike comportment - Apart, of course, when acknowledging the Observer. I draw

In another time, another life; All factors constant and considered, Both parties on the same wavelength, Scruples dangling uselessly on the window-sill - And the Other One conveniently inexistent: I’ll eat from your hand – a tamed beast,  Toe the party line from sheer bliss Brought about by my prying for misadventure, Utterly mindless of a dark surprise hanging unseen - As I hug tightly, the mirage of a storybook finale! ALAS! It is now! Everything is as is and appears thought through:- And the Other One inconveniently exists.

Sunday, April 21, 2013 2:00pm  until  5:30pm 20TH FLOOR TELEPOSTA TOWERS (Koinange street entrance - EASMS) Hisia Zangu is an association of poets and writers who meet with the main objective of analyzing poetry and writing and offering a detailed critique to improve its quality. We also offer a discussion platform for anyone who wants how to revise existing poems. The family has reinvented itself for the betterment of art. From this month onwards, we'll only share and discuss poems, short stories, and novella/novel excerpts revolving around one central theme. This month our theme is LOVE. LOVE is an aged topic. The age of LOVE is the age of GOD. Yet in our attempt to engender some kind of freshness, we'll be looking for something new, a new twist to the eons-old tale of hearts. "To love is to live. To fall is to be in pain. To be alone is to be hurt. To be in darkness is to be in light first." Let's bind our words to emotions. Let

by  Poetria Viona Wamuyu 'Forgotten' regrets, Request denied. I can't escape these cold facts That I too share this act. Reflecting back in time To that one specific moment or the other, That I wish didn't happen as it did. Regret that plagues my mind Every now and then Making my me reel with what if. As if such torture can change Even a little of the past. Staring longingly at yester days, Willing a magic eraser be at hand So I can rub that specific point clean And paint a new picture Hence forever changing the present. Just a simple wish From a heart that does get weak As thoughts of the past Hold my mind hostage from time to time. Playing the many different scenarios Of how things could have happened differently Then maybe today I would be reflecting on a satisfied life. Fact is, What's past is past. A chapter in life lived, written and sealed In days gone by Only to be recalled in memory, Not altered in any form. What else to do other that reconcile with m

©Mwangi Njoroge I have a lot to write, stories to tell white lies to sell. my heart has the words, my mind, runs ablaze with images. Images that can't wait to occupy my notebook but it’s a conspiracy! my fingers refuse to write , they refuse to relay the message, I feel them go numb, feel them go frost bite cold,  they have put down the pen, misplaced the writing pad. Its disorganized labor in my house, I need to write!  To just write, on sidewalks and estate gates. I want the last graphite to tell my story, to hold the secrets behind my eyes, to let free the stream of thoughts, to let free of the saint and imp making love in my soul. I need to write! about classical literature and galaxies,  human folly and fallacies Unrequited love and secret gardens writing is my burden My good friend. Let’s have a cup of tea, and welter in these verses, fall into a trans of words and keep at bay our  friend procrastination; befo

the stars won’t come out tonight, God has abandoned his throne, termites have made bed with his gold, crows taken Jesus crown. the reeds now choke the angels; their bloodshot eyes tell it all, how the enemy within was but a fruit, none so different from Leviathans songs. Sirens now guard the gates to heaven, gargoyles rove his kennels and granaries, the holy ones staked on the golden gates; tonight the trumpets wont blow tonight the son of man wont return.

Patricia Phoenix Miller © 2011 Heart pounding, breath Quickining To the memory of your sweet touch Finding that place of total peace that I have found in you My sweet ambrosia, how I long to be capsized by you again How I long to embrace the volcanic eruptions' of your passion again You have given me such savory delight, that anything else is fruitless Who or what can compare to the paramount of our love As I lay here mind adrift to that secret place that we shared That place where my hidden treasures became a palatable delight to you That you ate and ate until you we're in a cosmic cream shock My body paralyze as you searched out my ancient ruins My senses caught up in a whirlwind of Hypnotic passion I've lost all grip on my own reality You have turned my world upside down Nothing was hidden from you anymore You conquered and devoured every edifice of my body There was not an inch of me that you didn't discover and rediscovered As I loo