My Love For You

My Love for you is great,

It is an emotion well locked in the pads of your desires,

It’s like a layer of satisfaction to all your emotional cravings,

A delicacy to your soul,

Just like a heifer mowing on the morning grass,

Buttered with the saintly sap of a warm morning’s dew

The satisfaction therein,

My love for you

(c) Denpal Poetry 2013

Written by Dennis Riungu

Forsaken Love II :: At The Cal-De-Sac

Every Penguin gets to sing a song
A male penguin accompanies a tap, hop and a ding dong
It’s called a “heart-song”
A female penguin will respond to the happy feet in a strong
Back-up and will meld in the female version of the dong
The resulting is a delightful orchestra in romantic void of a throng

Just like a sparrow I’ve got one song in my repertoire
This I will sing it to you time and times again as a warbler
Recite it to your whiskers not just as a wistful whisper
But tend it in your heart’s secret with the cry of a distant weep
Lick your soul with my tears of solemn feel that go deep
Eloquently I will bleed for your love to spur
Love will retake the path of a soul reaper
I’m way shy of a starling and will not mimic a caw and chirp
Like a wren I will define my call note then peep
A kill-dear would take a broken foot to pursue
But I, I will compose a lilt to my call note for you
And love, you will respond to my happy feet when your love for me is due

Inasmuch as I shake my head with the vigor of an African Grey
Seemingly short-changed and rejected I yearn for the ray
That moment I grind my beak in content
Grab a breath, bobbing my tail waiting for the green feeling to entirely torment
Fan and flip it, fluff my feathers and be un-looking
Swaying in the hang of a slack hope of least attention, whilst I, affection seeking

Happy feet I will tap and mark our territory
I will chirp for you and as your ranchboy will purr your glory
So if I be unable to reach for my head and comb my crest
Cockatiel, for you I will make a begging chirp of attendance, just a look, and I shall not rest
Let off the rub of good stone a rough perch
If I go un-noticed and lacking your love
Just don’t hold back and release my humble song-bird
For it is only for a season, a season is not a lifetime I promise
Hold back my regurgitate, for when it is season, it is only you that I have
For in my lifetime, a humming bird I will hang upside down and chirp on
Lie on my back, and sleep

Prequel of Forsaken Love II: Forsaken Love I

Prima Ballerina

It’s the home of chance;

The hall of dance

The audience adverse

So styles had to advance

I was the king of dance

I felled opponents, not a farce

Then my last worthy antagonist!

She, the prima ballerina

She stalked across

Towards the shared podium

(It felt like a garrote)

Along the matted isle

Made me sanctimonious

Kong went her heels kong

Mounted her heels on stage

Selector spinned the rhymes in age

And like a one-legged grasshopper

She dropped and danced down from her cleavage!

My worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina

With a thigh so high

Smooth like the mother-of-pearl

Her stance, well-defined and similar

To the galore of sexy Scandinavia

Her lips of wine red

Plump in their moderate succulence

That seemed to resemble

A cougar in its ambience

That has just felled its prey!

Her strings of hair, black and clearly never blonde

Streamed backwards laid against

Her smooth-scaled mermaid skin

Yes, scaled with ointments of Michaelmass daisy

That scented love intuits on me

Wait! Love is too hallucinating: Oh yeah! It was lust, damn it!

She turned her head

Her eyes towards me

Interweaved in a mesh of disarray

And those eyes, two diamond balls

Amid them a lime-like conk

Bridging this fragile cleavage

Of a face so beautiful

Just like the Martians!

Her gleam smile

Cutting a well-defined assortment

Along a spick vicinity

Of a cumulo-white dentine

That only ate of what the French tutored-

Deep kisses…and more deep kisses!!

She then glared at me

Smiled at my now shaken manhood

T’was now my chance to jig

And a chance to impress

Shun away depress

Only thing;

I had been hypnotized

By who...my worthy antagonist

The prima ballerina 

Forsaken Love :((

I turn off all my senses,
So as to listen to the heavy mourning of my heart,
The loud wails of my soul,
To feel of the eager force in my eye sockets,
As my tear cavity rumbles for a burst.

My feet shake!
They lack the strength they had when it was you and I, together!
My hands tremble, as the warmth of your palms is not there anymore,
For when I used to hold them, grasp on them, scribble on them,
My world was at peace, complete as a set!

Now, my one and only true love,
You have left me to crumble,
Left me at the mercy of emotion manipulators,
At the cross-roads again, to choose another path I am completely unsure of
With another that mine heart is yet to fall victim of!

Who will give me love like you did?
Who will listen to my simple and stupid ideas yet say “that is so great hunny”
Who will hug me and squeeze out all my worldly cares and fears,
You made me feel special, lucky, blessed
Now I am weak and torn apart-by a heavy feeling-
That I MISS you sweetheart and that I love you,
Forsaken love, which has since lost its dearest companion in you!

Once again I am left, abandoned in the cul-de-sac to tarmac
Abandoned in the uncertainty of such your love and commitment,
The meekness that was in you, the glitter that sparkled your beautiful face,
And most of all, the honesty you possessed.

Oh I wonder who the universe has groomed for you hence
For them to enjoy your satisfying and defeating love,
While now I know, it ought to have been mine
 I taught you to love, but all for another !
Whom I am not sure will see the royalty in you,
 And take care of you just like a little toddler is pampered,
Just like I did, my one only and true love!