Red Streaks(3)

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P

OETRYBY

LILLIAN

MAIK

PHORA

YREBECCA

SA

NDRA

VIOLA

FORWARDBYJUNEWAN

JIRU


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THE QUARTERLY COLOUR SER IESOF POETRYTHIRD EDITION

FEBRUARY 2007

Compiled and publ ished by Al Kags

Design & Layout by Qbow InteractivePoetry by: Li l ian Okado Michael Kwambo (Maik) Paul Angatia (Phoray)

Rebecca Rugyendo Sandra A. Mushi (Sandie) Violas Iris (Vee)


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Red Streaks is the Third Edition of the Quarterly Color Series that is Published by Al Kags (every three months). The First two editions were Grey Spots

and Blue Smudges, which can be downloaded from Al Kags Blog, the Kenyan Tenses. The last book was read by over 26,000 people - distributed

organically by people who forwarded them to their friends.

Red Streaks is about the raw, rugged and raunchy emotions, expressed suggestfully and tastefully. In this edition, we feature poetry all the way from Uganda

and a forward by the lady the QCS team voted the most sensual woman in Kenya, June Wanjiru, writer, poet and the matron of Kwani? the premier literature

forum in East Africa.

Enjoy.

Al Kags

http://alkags.wordpress.com

FEATURED POETS

Kenyan Expressionshttp://kenyanexpressions.blogspot.com

Lilian Okadohttp://lilianokado.iblog.com

Sandra A. Mushi http://www.authorsden.com/sandraamushi

Violas Irishttp://violasiris.wordpress.com

About the Quarterly Color Series


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blue smudges - one

In writing this forward it is my hope that the readership of

this particular series will exceed all projections. Red Streaks,

and indeed the entire Quarterly Color Series, is remarkably

encouraging, especially for those among us whose writing

remains in the closet . I am honoured to be personally

acquainted with some of the poets featured, and, of course,

Al Kags, who deserves our support for his remarkable efforts

at publishing the unknown writer.

Forewordby June Wanjiru


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Lillian Okado


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Dead Drop, Red HotDead drop, red hotBeautiful bodies, reeking hot,Attracted by the humming of a similar lot,

Amazing scents, replacing sense,Dissolving and dispersing,Stripping down to each others cots.

Dead drop, red hotSilky skins sizzling hot,Straight through your throbbing spot,Wandering hips, worming tipsInterlacing and interlocking,

Burning through, their searing pots.

Dead drop, red hotTanned muscles, piping hot,Led your frail mind to the open lofts,Encircling lines, taut spines,Suffocating and smotheringBursting out into smoldering shots.

Dead drop, red hotFull lips, whistling hot,Left glossy trails and winding dots,

Spinning waists, eclectic tastes,Dancing and tapping,Tuning sounds into gasping song.

Dead drop, red hotWet eyes, now glaring hot,Stared down at each others stunningslots,Freckled noses, sexy poses,Muzzling and nuzzling,Refusing to let go of the resoundinglovers gong.


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Maik Kwambo


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Phoray


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ComingYour arrival at the stationsPreceded by pomp, colour and melodyIs with gusto and timeless class;

As the guts behold the passionYour belly convulses violently,involuntarilyBellowing, panting and gasping forscarce airThat you greedily suck in nasally;I hold on for dear lifeAs you shake in the powerful stormLike a rudderless vesselOf which I am the poor coxswain.

When at last you come to stillHaving called out to Zion and MeccaTo no avail,Lying supine and dazedThe lubricant damage evident,I am breathlessly in aweAnd you sigh No more; youll killme!


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Automobile AssociationThe drivers seat reclines 170 degreesRight into that comfortable zone;Outside, Baricho Road blasts its beat

Within, Simaro soothes our nerves,Belting out Rhumba tune after another.You spread out those perfect kneesI in turn, swivel and engage the gearAnd immediately break;This passion is a wild beastIt truly hath no mercy.But the remnant gasoline sufficesTo fire the pistons into a frenziedcharge

That blasts off our propeller engineVibrating, thrusting, surging.We are up and awayYet you are much too far off.We grind and shaft this turbineLike a plane on unhewn softwoodWith long, smooth strokes.I can feel the mounting pressure;But Simaro only croons on.The atmosphere within the vehicle

Is lit with expectant implosionThe windows are covered in mistProduct of our intoxicating exchangeAlas, there is a cloud above the ninth,

Stirring, steamy, sweaty, sublime;When the heat hits the plateauI feel the wheels in motion

Shaking the ground beneath the car

Francos tape winds to an end;When we finally come to, and peek,Beyond the confines of the motorcarIt is Saturday morning;You just turned a year older.


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ConcupiscenceThat fleeting flirty lookThat slight gasping of skinsIn the autumn of goose bumps;

The fresh hungering kissWith its alluring puckish lipsOpening up to an orifice of bliss.Ah, that pre-touch feelingCharged with jet fuelToo much chemistry for a science labA bolt of thunder to transportThe pregnant, poignant energyMotion and victory in oneThis ballot needs no vote

The nipple swells, the labia mellowsThe other phallus symbol ejects;A heart caught in total surrenderEmptiness in absence...Yet all this is in vainWords, innuendos, euphemismsAnd nonsensical emotionalexplanationsLaden with hormonal psychosis;But even as it is being made...

It cannot be explained, this love!


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Rebecca Rugyendo


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The Dead Cold FireplaceTrembling I entered hesitant,

To the dead cold fireplace.

Timidly like a merchant,

Trading wool and shoelace.

There he solemnly stood;

My knight in shining armour.

Militantly clutching wood;

To light the fire of honour.

Reaching forth delighted,

My eyes with his did lock.

The wood we both ignited,

Our future bright and sleek.

Warm in his embrace-

I lazily went to sleep.The beauty and the ambience-

Sent me far and deep.

My eyes slowly parted-

My knight a fading shadow.

My life had barely started-

The truth too hard to swallow.

Shivering I retreat

From the dead cold fireplace;

The fire that burnt so bright,

Had smoldered into ashes.


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Sandra A. Mushi


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Desire

DesireAir thick with smoky fumes

With mixture of sweat and perfumesOn the ash-stained table is her purseHer Southern Comfort on the rocksshe would nurse

WaitingSearchingHeart poundingBody longing

Turning, at the bar she spots himStanding tall, in a room full to the brimHypnotizing in a black shirt, playingpoolHandsome, dark, rugged and cool

WantingPleadingLooks lingeringBreath quickening

Rearranges the hat hiding herdreadlocks and face

Towards him she walks in a quick paceHer desire and passion he would igniteGiving him her all without a fight

EmbracingCaressingTongue lickingLip sucking

In the hallway shadows they touchLeaving her paralyzed without muchKnowingly, quenching her wantondesireIn steady rhythm with each touchtaking her higher

No foreplayingNo warningThrobbing badNipples ice hard


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Through the lacy fabric slowly circlingwith his tongue

In waves of pleasure, her loins wet inecstasy they sungWith one hand tears and tosses herpanties asideIn delight her hip move like a carnivalride

BeggingGroaningFace cheeks blushingTo his tongue surrendering

Too much, wanting to fight himback and losingWithout protest against hiswet lips squishingWith his darting tongue spreads hersoft pink lipsWith mastered skills probing deep in,with his finger tips

MoaningScreaming

Music mufflingHer body tingling

Wanting, begging, pleading to cumSquirming, pushing his fingers someGrinding, hips thrusting fireWith swelling waves, loins reachinghigher

BurningBlushingPicks her pen, goes back to writingFantasying can wait, now its time forworking


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Just Delish

Exhilarating

Intoxicating

Electrifying

Its a combination of sweet and sour

Its a flavour to savour

Raw, intense, uninhibited

Goose-bumping

Skin-crawling

Toe-curling

Its just delish.


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My First Ebony LoveThe air smelt of coconut treesand the seaNative tongues greeted me,I felt warm and freeFree from the pollution,free from the daily rushFree from the metropolis noise,free from the city mushThe warm African sun hadwithered from the skyThe birds chirping their final goodbye

As I dream of this exotic

wondrous placeInfront of me stood an Ebonyqueen in laceSmiling, beautiful black eyesdancing with lifeWith a smile that could cut throughbutter without a knifeYou alone, she winked anddrawled sultryYes, I nodded, in her presence

feeling paltry

Her sensual eyes never leaving mineShe pulled a chair asking if I was fine

Sweating, palpitating, I couldnt breathNeed air, I wished the terrace was aheathHer temptress smile taunting me,teasingShifting on my chair uneasily she tooka pleasing

For I had never seen such beauty, Icraved her desireShe was sinfully beautiful and sensualand I was on hell fireShe was the budding beauty of her

sexual flowerWith the glowing energy, her sensualitywas her powerWhen she smiled her eyes seemed tosparkleHer small nose adorned with tiny darkfreckles

Aint you going to order me a drink?she asked smiling

I couldnt move, couldnt talk, slowly inlove I was fallingHigh into the sky my heart lifting, bytalons it was gripped


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Talons of love that soon would have myheart rippedWith her striking exotic beauty I wasmesmerizedI couldnt help it but her face I drunk inand memorized

A waiter she summoned with an skilledwaveHi Joe, how is your wife? with asensual smile she did raveThe usual please, to salivating Joeshe did point

She seemed to be a regular at thisupper class jointIn awe I was transfixed with her bigblack eyesI stared, salivated, my hypnosis wasntdisguised

Broken was the spell swiftly by anunseen force of the nights fathersFrom my exotic dream I was suddenly

aware of othersIn a business suit he gave me aknowing grinThe tourist gave me a-thumbs up and

ordered a ginTwo ladies at the bar at my lovely visitorthey glaredTheir anger and envy they openlybared

Candy, she smiled, her hand on mynow shaking kneeHuh, I blushed beetroot red as if Ihad been stung by a beeMy name is Candy, her alluring andtempting smile she appliedWhy dont we finish these in your

room? she got up before I repliedLike a blind man I followed herintoxicating strong perfumeLike a spellbound man, I retraced theway to my room

In the room the silence was pervasivelike entering a tombPushed me on the bed and over meshe did loom

As she undressed me, I understood herpurpose with no doubtWith her hot expert mouth my swellingshe did mount


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Until then I lingered with hardly asoundSucking my engorged shaft, shouting Iwas bound

Sliding down to let me enter her wombHer hips like a carnival ride it broughtabout my doomShe engulfed me in raging rivers tounknown fatesLocked in a dance of ecstasy,threatening to erupt the floodgatesDancing to the rhythm of her erotic

rhymeResistance wearing thin, I eruptedwhen it was time

She rose from a crumpled bedStretched her long arms above herheadSheets pushed aside with a sensuoussighLeaving me in bed with a love-struck

highDreamily I started planning my daysaheadIgniting imaginations in my head

Long enough I will keep her aroundI silently thought, as in my Ebony love Ihad foundWith a kiss from my African queenShe got off the bed and I felt the crownI did winMy days and night make happy she willI knew and my dreams she will fulfill

From my thought I was roused Ivegot to go, where is my money?Without a smile demanded my nowdressed African honey

Just my wishful thought interrupted,baffled I was at first,Its business, she said my mindputting to restWhen the price I was told, my oldwhite face went paleExiting as she grabbed the cash, Iwished it was a sale


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Violas Iris


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Seducer

& naked feet

into the pink dust that rises to his nose

fluorescent dust reminiscent

of a time when

their skins merged into caramel stripes

swirling in a pools

of deep brown chocolate

and pouring at the feet of loves desire

simultaneouslyhe makes love to her

he makes love to me

simultaneously

he seduces the lyric & melody

whilst making love to the song

caressing its body & soul

with his lips that many desire to kiss

yet he longs not for them

but for her - she who stands rooted

by his words to a bed of roses

scattered from here to there

she is washed to a climax where

she envies silences zenith

& dwells in times hiatus

till all thats left within

are the tears in her heart

that flow down her bear chest


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Epilogue

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the

force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one

does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.

~ James Arthur Baldwin~

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