GEORGE THE TIRED POET

📸 Shot By Anonymous . Model : Edith ( Ode to Love) Excerpt from ACOM book Series The last time I had your voice - It was over the call and you didn't sound right. The tone of your voice was like we had a fight. That wasn't right. Here I am, apologizing - For all my flaws, and I hope This will right my wrong  And maybe, we may hug again. Maybe we can write our names on the streets of love, Or maybe on the Sky and the angels may dance - To the tune of our love and giving praise to what we will become, Like Michelle and Obama. © George William Ochago  @George The Tired Poet 🇺🇬  The Kreatives' Parlor  January 4th, 2026. 14:32Hrs #PoeticSundays.

Dear Muse, See, Yesterday I tried calling you, I tried all your lines And all possible means of communication, But alas, I couldn't reach you. I remember, I sat down and wrote a love Poem, I wrote it for you, I wrote it with a purpose. I wrote, "I will Buy You a Plastic Ring". Not because I was happy, I was scared of losing you. You see, I woke up today with your message, You were greeting me, I swear, I sighed with relief. I knew, I didn't lose you, I had you and you got me. I swear, I cried - I cried when you told me that you are sick, You told me that you are on medication, I sighed with relief, I thought that would be better, And I wished you a quicker recovery. Dear Muse, Hope you are well, Forgive me if your name is what I forgot to spell, But I will use a quill To avoid ink spill, I will write a poem with it And still wish you a quicker recovery. © George The Tired Poet 🇺🇬  August 10th, 2025. #PoeticSundays.

📸 Ed Legaspi |Redbubble ( Ode to Lain) Yesterday I thought,  I thought of her all night.  She is a Perfect- I have been watching for long. I always hypnotized her ravishing smiles.  Yesterday, She talked with me, She said her name is Lain, Her riveting lips echoed in slow motion. My heart thumped up and down. It almost forgot got off its place- When I visualized her lips in motion.  I remembered what Mom always said, "Beauty is not the tone of the skin,  It is the tone of humility in her". Now I know- Lain has both, They move Crescendo, Magnifying her beauty.  Sensuous she is, Winsome she is brought up,  Wonderful she'll always be.  Yesterday, I couldn't tell her that. Today, I told her that, "I Love You". She smiled with glamour- She became more sensuous.  © Ochago George William.  George The Tired Poet. 2023.