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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 4 december 2017

Awuor

As the sun rises to dance
I am knocked out of my trance
By the warm salty Mombasa breeze
Miles from the painful Nairobi freeze
all this as the madaraka snake
Hisses and gently shakes
Crawling steadily out of Miritini
while I graciously sip my Martini
lazily gazing at the mighty Tsavo jumbos
And thinking of you Awuor!
My delicious, yummy Amour!
Your beautiful eyes
Your mesmerizing smile
And your electrifying touch
Pick me up at Syokimau
At exactly one thirty
I am rousingly thirsty
And in need of your honey

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 4 december 2017

We Shall Pay

We are all just like tripe
The zombies in my tribe
Accepting to be used-up
Our humanity usurped
Our voices muffled
And morality scuffled
Swayed to animosity
Towns turning death cities
For the non-tribe men
Machetes turn to pens
Signing away others’ lives
Husbands, lynching wives
Neighbors, filching friends
Imposing themselves gods
Our basic premise, kinship
Killing Chacha and Maina
Mangling Shasha and Mania
Because they’re not Awours
The Presidents Amours
Thinking its forgiven
Hoping its forgotten
But you can rest assured
For these treacherous sins
We Sure Shall Pay

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 december 2017

Vignette

Where do
I go in dark?
There was no moon
no taper.

*

The petals,
unspeak, fall
from the endowed,
forehead of goddess!

*

Do you believe-
in omens?
Between right and wrong
I am crumbling.

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017

Jewel

Your eyes
Your face
That smile

You’re a jewel,
And am every joule,
Irrefutably mesmerized

Your skin
Your hands
Your neck,
Those fingers

You’re angelic,
And am breathlessly yours.

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017

Never Really Over

A times,
We really miss people,
And most times, it really sucks.
So, it ended,
You denied,
You were angry,
Hell, you even bargained,
You were depressed,
But finally, you accepted.
You lost and grieved,
It’s over, the end, right?!
Wrong!
You meet,
Look into their eyes,
And bam kaboom,
All the beautiful feelings,
Breath-taking memories,
Gush in, drowning else,
And the loss, hits you,
All over again.

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 2 december 2017

Uncry

I cry for the little boy I was,
I cry for him: deeply every day.
I cry that I failed him: utterly.
For the poor decisions I unmade,
The stupid risks I stayed,
The first kiss and first bases delayed,
The things he loved I crushed,
And his hates; foolishly entertained.

I cry for myself,
For murdering, killing;
Destroying a childhood,
And for messing a future
The poor decisions, the risks, the delayed
The crushed affairs and loathes entertained,
Where is he now? Who I am now?
Where is his place in this world?

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017

Dread

Am afraid
Am scared
Am terrified
A times petrified

To see
To think
Feel, Experience
Let alone imagine

Your cry
Your fury
or your pain,
And even worse,
your absence.

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017

Dear Mind

Forget feelings,
And remind the heart,
That it is just an organ,
Just like a butt or its hole,
Remind it of its sole role,
Cause am frail as a whole,
Tell it to just pump,
The red damn blood.

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kipruto muthemba

kipruto muthemba, 1 december 2017

My Timber

Lady!
Your eyes,
Your voice,
Has an arousing timbre
That unwillingly excites and tampers
Sensually with my timber
Raising its herculean temper
Quenchable only by thy thighs
Precious!
Princess!
Come over
Stay! Sleep over
And let my timber
Swim in your honey

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 december 2017

A Phalange

Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile
in a dance;
for the evolution of sexuality.

The exodus was a stunt
playing with fire.
I will hide nothing.
I was a cloud within a dot.

Unknowing the fall, I
seek, the failure, to climb
again on strange words
to find the underlying meaning of pain.

You begin exploring
the hills after the unexplained
apartheid, after the bloodbath
of the golden peacocks.

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