I choose you in the chaos,
I choose you in the calm,
I choose you as my compass,
Babe I’m lost in your glossy eyes.
I seek you in the storm,
I dig you from the tomb in my heart,
I trace your name beneath my ribs,
Darling, you’ve been woven in my skin.
Your beauty is the crow at dawn,
Dark, rare, and waking something wild,
Your smile is the alarm I never silence,
Your voice is the morning that wakes my soul.
Your glossy eyes, kissing my holy lips,
I am lost, lost; dissolved in your nearness,
vanished in the warmth of your presence,
Between the north and south pole,
You are the scale weighing my balance.
I found you, in the darkness of my light,
I own you, when betrayal knocked loudest,
I found you in the fire that cleared my way,
You are the purgatory purifying my soul.
Poet S. L. A. Salvatore
April 04, 2026
Sparkling Lily Celebrates
She's Lily Sunday,
Spectacular on her day,
On a Monday Sunday,
Sings her birthday.
A model of glamour,
Her eyes sparkling this hour,
Like the lilies in Ngaluma,
Lily glows in adorable armor.
A lady of strength but courage,
A voice that opens a new page,
Roseling beauty reliving birth,
A philanthropist felt on earth.
Serenade Queen dance with me,
The pain born by a mother not mean,
Her pain was not in vain,
It brought a girl of purpose on her day.
Happy birthday Lily Sunday Poet S. L. A. Salvatore
March 30, 2026
Last Night is Not the Last Night Darling!
In a noisy industrious world, I lean on you my wall,
I find meaning in the dark, making my way with the ark,
Even in the madness of our night, I still see our shining light,
Last night is the first like, it’s ain’t the last night.
In a curddle that mesmerizes, my soul magnifies,
When you tongue, speak to my tongue,
It is heaven kissing the earth, so sweet no hurt,
Last night is the first like, it’s ain’t the last night.
Oh darling, how time flies, just like the speed of the eyes,
You closed it with fervor, I open it with an armor,
And you seem to like it, more than I do hit,
But it ain’t the last night, there’s more for the knight.
I am poor Adam of the farm, You are glamouring Eve of my arm,
You gave it to me generously, I chewed it hungrily,
Kicked out? no darling, finally in control of our earning,
Of course last night ain’t the end, but the start of the wend.
Poet S. L. A. Salvatore
March 25, 2026
My Madam Perfect
From top to bottom, she shines like silver,
Back to front, the girl I proudly call ‘lover’,
Andua the doer, with a calm spirit,
A lady so serene, complicated in complexion.
From east to west, she casts a golden glow,
North to south, her beauty glitters like gold,
She freaks my heart, she heals my hurts,
A madam perfect, deserving a heart that kisses her soul.
For the common man, she is human,
On her chest is her smiling Rosary, a heart full of grace and integrity,
As the King of her heart, She’s the Queen that reigns in my soul,
A darling so lovely, the only flower in Eden.
Lonely on the top, her top in particular,
Oh serenade Queen, whispering the symphony,
Andua hovering my soul, dipping my fingers in love,
My Madam perfect, the pride I boast and the beauty I curddle.
Poet, S. L. A. Salvatore
February 25, 2026
The Smile that Threatened My Heart
For three years I haven’t seen such a smile,
When I saw it today, my heart pounded,
My spirit was lifted high, and mandibles vibrated,
Letisha, a smile and attention spilling your lips.
Oh! Ah, it must be a dream, but Letisha is right here!
A rain maker can predict rain, a pastor can foretell,
Yet, occurrences are mere coincidences, science says,
Letisha, a coincidence or more than a fleeting impression.
What I felt was a glorious morning cutie,
I learnt chemical reactions, today I was among the reagents,
I learnt common denominators and taught them,
It seems you are the LCM of my life.
I taught nuclear fission, but today your smile fused my life,
A rare smile that threatened my heart,
Letisha, it was you and still you lingering in my soul,
My Heart would love to see that threat everyday.
Poet Simon L. A. Salvatore
February 20, 2026
Hi Darling, It’s Me, Lodai!
The happy faced handsome, who’s been eyeing you for months,
The man begging for your heart, whom you called “bastard,”
The seeming fool, you met at the Hotel Torit swimming pool,
It’s me giving it a try, with my freaking body getting dry.
He’s cold and humble, you saw the honesty in him fumble,
The same face pictured in you now, which you despised,
With some cold feet, he’s getting the mind game fit,
It’s me babe checking on you, with my dancing frightened lips.
The face that smiles when you appear, Shrinks pale when you disappear,
The man you gave a new name, though bad received with aim,
The guy you met and scorned, but holds the key to your happiness,
It’s me darling-to-be, Freezing my lungs on a cold Nairobi climate.
Turn down, trample down, Again? This only means giving him pneumonia,
The man giving it a try, a desperate journey to your heart,
Seeks the lady of his life, to give it a try to his heart.
It’s me babe seeking your try, Yes! We get moving to our hearts.
February 17, 2026
Make Her Swim; It’s Her Day
The waves will be strong, they have always been kong,
The crocodiles are on the hunt, their prey is their honey,
She passes through the tides, Neima shocks the sea plight,
Every aquatic thing stared, their lips shivering before a Star.
Make her swim in the Nile, it’s her day to shine,
Tyaza feeds the fish, with her glowing hiss,
Her turns in the sea, leaves the hippos salivating to see,
Like in a pageant, Neima brings the best as a magnificent giant.
Happy Birthday South Sudanese blonde, a complexion in bond,
You deserve a present, a verse, yet, you’re worth more than a present,
Your eye, stare, cross and figure, a model of proportioned beauty,
Birthday girl, swim in the tides, the waves, till you shine in the shore.
Make her swim, swim, and swim, for a day worth of memes,
Like the fish, the hippos, the tides, her beauty will charm your senses,
Tame your raw desire O friend, make Neima swim to the end,
Warm water cleanses your new way; life is a lifelong living my dear!
May be She Likes Me?
Knowing who truly loves you,
is like looking for a needle among thorns,
It is difficult to identify,
but possible to single out on an arduous search,
Upon a guessing scientific investigation,
I can realize that may be she likes me.
Okay, let's established the assumptions,
to show she shows some likeness for me,
Let us move from she likes me,
to maybe she loves me in a discreet manner,
Then shall I strike the nail not on its cap,
but the head to dig the truth.
‘Love is blind’ they say,
only when break up hits the gate of fantasy,
But some experience seems to prove otherwise,
to negate that blind love,
She feels safe with me a sensation I can affirm,
smiles in a rare tone
and speaks with a scarce confidence.
I hear the wind whispering,
'hey!! I really like you Lodai!
I just can't say it. But I'm saying it, please!'
My heart is apt for it,
but my intellect begins to hesitate,
seeking the truth,
A dream, an illusion or a hallucination,
a fantasy or some real vision of the day.
A glimpse into her mental activity,
a rare phenomenon but illusive to the mind,
She cares about me,
displays an extraordinary excitement and presence,
And fate say, 'I planned this, go for it!'
while the intellect's fate shouts, "a second!!'
There am I, lost in thought,
drown into the beauty of a lady I'm confused of,
Worried and scared of what to decide,
Unspeakably bought by her smile,
The only line that's speaks most to me is,
May be she loves me!
Bring Her to Me; She’s My Life!
Even if she faded in the dungeon,
I’ll put her in the palace of my heart,
Even if her clothes like rugs and torn,
I will dress her with a purple rope tight.
Iyaha is my wife, rib and my life,
I’ll wipe tears on her face with a hug,
Lift her with a kiss as sharp as a knife,
And crown her the only Queen of my Heart.
Just bring my only sweet Iyaha please,
Yes, you have chopped her feelings ruthlessly,
Left her in a pool of blood not at ease,
However, I will embrace lovingly.
She’s the South Pole and I’m the North, intact!
I love her, and need her because she's mine,
Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar,
I will take, bath and dress her with a smile.
She Shall Be My Wife
Have you ever been shattered, heartbroken?
Ever felt the anguish of a heart torn?
It's as if Love was all what life entails,
As if without love, there's no other lanes.
Yes! I know that she's my match, and other,
However, it seems we're oil and water,
She treats me as oddly as an alien,
I see in her a wife, partner and friend.
I am like an escort of a friend's bride,
Escorting the girl I love to some tide,
Hence my anguish, agony and dire pain,
The sorrow of a heart hurt by a pen.
I realize light and darkness aren't friends,
Neither do they possess the same ends,
Fire and water can't play the same ball,
I clearly recall Like Poles Repel.
Now I'm looking for a match, a South Pole,
A magnetic touch for a searching soul,
I'll stick to her like a tick on udder,
She shall be my wife, friend perfect other!
👠Achan, The Lady with a Gentle Smile😊🎂
Her day the world’s say,
Gentle, humble doesn’t fumble,
Celebrate this dove.🎁
Not just a birthday,🎂
It’s grace on an honest heart,🎁
Gentle smile to heal.
She’s cute and Lovely,
Adorable and worthy,
As Queen of Today.
You are the terrorist of my heart,
The politician that manipulate my mind,
And the Chemist that make me react.
The philosopher that taught me wisdom,
You are the priest who baptized my heart,
And the Saint that sanctified my Soul.
You are the Ancestor that bless me,
The Salvatore from the great Ramula,
And the Bull that filled my way.
My girl! You've fashioned my feelings,
They match your beauty and complexion,
And our hormones have synced harmoniously.
You've vandalized my being with your beauty,
You have crushed my bad feelings,
Like the Hindu Vishnu you've preserved my Love.
My girl! You're the intelligence I long to see,
The partner I yearn to hang out with,
And the lady I dreamed to hold tight forever.
O Dulcis! O Cutie! Beauty Omnipotent️❤️🔥
O dulcis! the power that penetrates
An intelligence that obliges,
The beauty that flows in my marrow,
Perception of you is food for the mind.
I had forgotten Love, O dulcis,
But, a but was left to allow the mighty wind,
Convince me that such illusion still exist,
That love non-existing though, can be expressed.
You came to my life like a storm,
You were the grenade that exploded within me,
The torch that lit my darky path,
And the shield that kept me waiting.
Your “unabuto” and “unario” became,
The ringtone of a Smartphone raised from death,
Itoto you brought new oxygen to my life,
And Itoo you destroyed the devil in me.
Come then, and make reason sing,
Let our hearts dance a melody of the great fishers,
The lullaby of our minds, let us chant,
O beauty penetrating my intellect! Come Bae.
Babe Remain By My Side ❤️
If I've ever hurt you,
It's because my love for you overflowed,
My heart trembled with fear before you dear.
If I've ever ruined your day,
It's because my mind is mad for your love,
My vital force drives me crazy my Boss lady.
If I've ever disappointed you,
It's because my heart has become an orphan,
It's only you who can unorphan my heart dear.
If there's anything that gives me joy,
It's loving you, having you by my side,
It's having you as my life partner Babe forever.
Babe remain by my side❤️
That Evening Toto, That Sweet Evening
When love advanced my heart,
Toto it was inexplicable I swear mama,
When you poured the wine of your heart,
That inebriated my mind.
Hmm Toto, you are not just beautiful,
Look at yourself; so sublime,
Aristotle said, you are the Aorta of my heart,
Socrates said, you are the truth I have been searching.
Toto, my Toto! You are beautiful,
That evening, Plato took us to the world of ideas,
Heraclitus lead us to change our life,
Parmenides told us that we are permanent.
Hmm Toto! I love you Toto,
St Paul said we should greet with a holy kiss,
John Locke advised that experience is the beginning of knowledge,
Rene Descartes said our love was innate.
Mmm Toto! I will take you home Toto,
Jesus Christ said he has gone to prepare a place for us,
Bhaktivedanta caution us to purify our souls,
For my soul, your soul are one and the same.
That very evening Toto! That sweet sunset,
Augustine exclaimed, ‘Late have I loved you O beauty’
Aquinas, the Angelic doctor descended to appreciate me,
For finding my true match, dearly love.
Namanya naja ara alocherlele
Dobu nolobwangi ho baya etarama,
Ara na telefunu a honyek,
Lahudanga ho baya abu olahe nohonoro,
Namanya haji anya tohwa? Chai Ikwoto.
Nahitarama ni Hatar ajo amuyuhiso,
Noho nihoi ho Dial efufusoro to buk,
Owahi bes hunya jaling “Hallo”
Nemanyita ha aji hunya? Chai Ikwoto.
Nejefi hinihe bongoji hule!
Ojo nokuan hilahila ahima
Bo chapirling na fuoni nikelesia,
Otiale naliawa filiriri. Chai Ikwoto.
In this sublime night,
When my soul meets your soul,
Heart speaks to your heart,
And, testosterone wakes estrogen.
I speak of gentle love climbing you upstairs,
I fathom the harmony that clouds our dwelling,
Look at the dark, the obscure but real intimacy,
And breathe the air within us that whispers Love,
But where’s it, Love?
Love is not visible but real in its shadows of invisibility.
In this sublime darkness,
When I cuddle the one,
Kiss the pillow and rib of my life,
Embrace the beauty in awe,
And hijack the feelings of a gentle Love.
No man wonders that,
My heart is shot dead,
The soul elevated on-spot,
The sublimes brought a union so splendid,
Your joy marries my feelings,
And if you disappear, I’ll look for you.
