I love you my gentle one!

[Hussein J Mahenga]

I love you my gentle one,
my love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
which you drank in the wedding day
My love is butter we were smeared with
To feel fidelity into our hearts
You are the catle-birds egg
For those who saw you are weathy
You are the papyrus reed of the lake
Which they pull out with both hands
And i sing for you with tears
Because you possess my heart
I love you my gentle one!

Jamani nalipenda sana hli shairi japo limetolewa kwnye syllabus.Naomba dhamira zake!

 

[Zyamwelele]

Bado upo nikupe mavitu' ya hilo shaili?

 

[Inside10]

hilo shairi enzi hizo alinifundisha Mwl Ustaadhi mitaa ya serengeti chang'ombe

 

[Zyamwelele]

Mim mwenyewe kanifundisha huyohuyo! Sijui bado yupo yule Mwalim? Ni mwalim mzuri sana!

Aliekuwa anataka ufafanuzi ajitokeze basi tumshushie mambo.

 

[LILENDI]

kwa syllabus ya English language Advanced na Literature in English O-level linatumika kupitia SELECTED POEM.

Ungetaka language use and poetic devices ningejaribu

 

[Inside10]

hii kitu tamuu sana

 

[Lyn Vivac]

Hahaaaa

 

[DAFU NA NDIMU]

I love you my gentle one,
my love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
which you drank in the wedding day
My love is butter we were smeared with
To feel fidelity into our hearts
You are the catle-birds egg
For those who saw you are weathy
You are the papyrus reed of the lake
Which they pull out with both hands
And i sing for you with tears
Because you possess my heart
I love you my gentle one!

Jamani nalipenda sana hli shairi japo limetolewa kwnye syllabus.Naomba dhamira zake!

Ukishapata dhamira za hilo shairi, fanya h/w ya kutafuta dhamira hapa.
When I say I love you

Don't take my word, little bird,
For I'm just like a child
That speaks to imitate,
Repeating after its mate
"I love you, I love you."


These words are not mine.
I utter them crooked
Like the very world
That taught me to talk
"I love you, I love you,"
Concealing with fake flowers
The jagged rocks beneath,
Standing hard and ready
To stab your unsuspecting bottom,
As it falls on the seemingly soft soil
Slightly scratched by hasty ploughs.


Don't listen to me, honey bee,
As I sing climbing your tree,
Honey hunters taught me the trick,
To sing the song and make you sick,
With song and smoke in search of sweetness;
They calm your sting and make you helpless.
You lie deep in slumber
While your hive they plunder
And away they go, avoiding your anger,
Till too late you know they brought you hunger.


Don't long for my word, therefore,
And for my crooked mouth to utter
the useless to your ears:
"I love you, I love you."
Don't look at me when
I say I love you,
But seek for truth instead.
Jwani Mwaikusa

 

[ikiumasema]

hilo shairi enzi hizo alinifundisha Mwl Ustaadhi mitaa ya serengeti chang'ombe

Namkumbuka sana huyo jamaa

 

[mtegemea Mungu]

Viva hgl's..hkl's and klf's

 

[Babuj96]

Ukishapata dhamira za hilo shairi, fanya h/w ya kutafuta dhamira hapa.
When I say I love you

Don't take my word, little bird,
For I'm just like a child
That speaks to imitate,
Repeating after its mate
"I love you, I love you."


These words are not mine.
I utter them crooked
Like the very world
That taught me to talk
"I love you, I love you,"
Concealing with fake flowers
The jagged rocks beneath,
Standing hard and ready
To stab your unsuspecting bottom,
As it falls on the seemingly soft soil
Slightly scratched by hasty ploughs.


Don't listen to me, honey bee,
As I sing climbing your tree,
Honey hunters taught me the trick,
To sing the song and make you sick,
With song and smoke in search of sweetness;
They calm your sting and make you helpless.
You lie deep in slumber
While your hive they plunder
And away they go, avoiding your anger,
Till too late you know they brought you hunger.


Don't long for my word, therefore,
And for my crooked mouth to utter
the useless to your ears:
"I love you, I love you."
Don't look at me when
I say I love you,
But seek for truth instead.
Jwani Mwaikusa

Utamu wa lugha