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kipruto muthemba, 21 june 2019
your TOUCH
Slap me,
Kick me.
Your touch,
I need it so much
In any form or hutch
Hold me,
Feel me.
Your touch
will leave me breathless
helplessly wishing it endless
Kick me,
Hug me.
Your touch
I am yearning for your hands and fingers
And their sensations on me that lingers
touch so powerful, it will turn my winters
into sweet, beautiful, warm summers.
kipruto muthemba, 21 june 2019
The Blue Dress
nothing accentuates,
exaggerates and punctuates,
your curvaceous beauty,
and that humongous booty
like that figure-hugging blue dress.
this I must address
and I confess,
that it leaves me delirious,
hypnotized by the mysterious,
marbles it hides underneath so elegantly,
marvels that send stimulating sensual images,
…naughty images! that set my mhogo on fire.
now on you, am stuck like glue,
am now obsessed with blue,
possessed by you,
and wholly yours.
kipruto muthemba, 14 june 2019
wild night
suddenly a knock,
with soothing intentions
snatches my attention,
from the movies’ detention
to you, standing at my door
deep in the night, i think it was four
breath-taking in your baggy sweat-pant
breathlessly to my feet, erect i rise
ready to devour you to sunrise
so i pull you to me sensually
until am one with you sensuously
so close, i heard the music in your heart
and remembered that you are an art
looking at me, breaking me apart
into parts lost in your beautiful eyes
and the warmth of your faerie touch
stupefied and mightily aroused
i kiss your wet lips, and you taste like heaven
i caress your neck, and am all seven risen
clothes stealthily fall like they harm
but the sounds of the morning alarm
rudely kills our wild night
kipruto muthemba, 15 may 2019
my OWN way
Am leaving,
my pains and wounds
the way Adam of Eden,
left the garden and its goods,
into the hostile woods,
of this world
older,
unmoved by cute cats,
calmly open to the idea,
that certainty, only exists,
in the sureness of death,
dusks, dawns, meals, love,
are all but ambivalences,
flimsy acquaintances.
now hassling,
and constantly hustling,
to mend my souls’ light
snatched by the angry night
of this world where,
no one ever wins
so am leaving,
to begin, to start living,
to fall, and start loving,
on my own terms,
in my own way.
kipruto muthemba, 2 march 2018
Woman on the Moon
Last night I had a dream
Vivid and as gentle as cream
A visit from the woman on the moon
I think birds call her Princess Moone
Her light transforms nights
From eerie black blank canvases
To theatres worth dates and dances
Princess Moone took my dreamy hands
For a moonlit walk through our lands
From the mesmerizing Longonot crater
In the rift valley, the foot sole of the creator
To the breathtaking might of Mount Kenya
And in recognition of the princess highness
The Tsavo lions roared with greatness
And the elephants trumpeted with grandness
In adorations of the princess
The woman on the moon.
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
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
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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
kipruto muthemba, 24 september 2012
I wonder
You claim to be naïve
But how like a knife
You manage to open me up
I wonder
How like a drug
You manage to get me hooked up
To your heaven-like charms
I still wonder
And how like a fire
You manage just with a kiss
To set my whole body amiss
I will forever wonder
kipruto muthemba, 18 may 2012
Love do be Gradual
To forever thrive
You need contributions
From the involved institutions
So love, please do be gradual
Delay your ecstasy
For we are good with dedications
But poor with predictions
Hence can’t tell what happens,
When the music stops
And she goes silent
Dragging our heart to hell
Either self-destruction
Or distrust for her kind
So love, please do be gradual
Gently grow but don’t be casual
To deny us your splendors
kipruto muthemba, 31 march 2012
Leeches
A society damaged
By too much connectivity
But less consideration for correctivity
Out the window, gone is humanity
And suspended is unity
While she is fornicating
Her mother is two-timing
While her father, seconds away
From raping their neighbors’ goat
All are devils in an angel’s coat
Yet wonder why priest and pastors,
Prefer young boys and are passed us
Economically, from our pocket
Feeding like electronics to a socket
Who’s going to change the docket?
Because enough is enough
These leaches must go
kipruto muthemba, 29 march 2012
My DFL
You are my dream
Like to a kid ice cream
I will forever
And from wherever
Treasure you
You are my future
Thee, I will nurture
Thee, I will protect
From whoever
And from whatever
With pleasure
You are my love
And my Jove
You, I will adore
Yours am ever
To err you never
But shower you
With pleasance
kipruto muthemba, 28 march 2012
The Orphan
To the kins of my mother
Am just but another
Wasted if not lost blood
Not a part of their flood
But a drop in the desert
A fallacious bad dessert
Mine is only but a name
Apparently lacking the norm
The aura and the silk
Of the people from the land of milk
So I ran to my fathers folks
But on the hearts are locks
Instead of a feast
Am branded a beast
Reminded of my milky name
Of my accent so lame
All this for trying to associate
With the people from Mt Kenya
Now I am a tribal orphan
I feed off hands
Of my adopted parents
In the morning, we drink coconut juice
Flavored with some salty sea water
While at lunch time, Osama a chicken
And in the evening, rescue a drowning fish
Only to deep fry it using some E-class kimbo
Thus am reaping the gains relaxed akimbo
For being truly Kenyan
kipruto muthemba, 28 march 2012
Winners
We are like their tails
Engulfed by their chains
They say, we move.
They smile, we love
Lunatics, we taken as
But our prize, we get
To us love and sex begets
And if they forget
Another, we go get
Since sex is our goal
Our life’s coal
With porn-stars as icons
Suppliers are winners.
kipruto muthemba, 17 february 2012
My Miss July
Nowadays am in a fight.
Always wrestling the night.
To please bring back the light.
For am promised your sight,
When dawn finally comes.
So on you, my eyes gently moves.
Mind utterly shocked to object.
With my heart silently strolling along.
Amazed by your lovely eyes.
Amused by your stunning beauty.
Confused by your striking smile
“If only my hands could see you”
And with excitement I break
To the melody, when you speak
Damn!! What a gorgeous voice
Now am left with no choice
But to forever hate nightfalls
For depriving me of you
My miss July
kipruto muthemba, 7 february 2012
Enslaved
In the morning
As the birds whistle
And the cock crows
Am reminded of you
Not that I ever forget
But in a realistic manner
Out of my dream basket
The basket you rule
And as nightfalls
The dogs bark
And the lamps bleat
“God protect her” I pray
Open your queen-dom
Ready to dream of you
Ruler of my dreams
kipruto muthemba, 7 february 2012
Amazing
You, the whistling birds
I reveal to you
Never have I seen such beauty
Such eyes, smile, lips and hips
If only she was mine
Tall I would walk
In the valley of men.
You, the chattering monkeys
I swear to you
If the sky was mine
To her I would give
As a gratitude for her beauty.
And you, the humming bees
I promise you
To bring her over, so you
The monkeys and the birds
Can see that am not hypnotized
But instead, join me to adore her
The queen of my wonderland.
kipruto muthemba, 7 february 2012
Wishes
If angels are beautiful,
Then you must be an angel.
Or better yet, a goddess.
The definition of coolness.
This I do confess.
And for this reason.
All through the season.
Am your slave, lock me in your prison.
For you, I give up my kingdom.
Take my weapon.
And my freedom.
But in return; grant my wishes,
Please, keep speaking to my ears.
Keep holding my hands.
Grace my lips with your kisses.
Keep walking beside me.
Allow my eyes your lovely sight.
My wishes are but light.
Yet would mean the world to me.
If you would.
kipruto muthemba, 20 january 2012
Fantastic
My eyes just saw
And in me, love sow
I was stunned, pow
Struck by your beauty, wow
On my knees for you I bow
Others wonder how!
The reasons I reveal now
It’s her eyes, wondrous
With my soul it talks, wonderful
It’s her touch, amazing
On my skin it walks, amusing
It’s her smile, incredible
In my mind its electricity, unbelievable
It’s her voice, phenomenal
It’s her scent, astounding
My senses excited, stupendously
And my world fired up, tremendously
She is my life
My wife
kipruto muthemba, 20 january 2012
Speechless
I want to yell
Louder than a bell
Rang by a male
Or a slave on sale
I want to rip off this shell
And free my cells
From this hell
If only to tell,
You, that I fell,
And am in love:
But instead...
Like a rite
My feelings I write
Yes, you heard me right
On paper like a playwright
All because am numbed
Beside you I am stupefied
To use my mouth
kipruto muthemba, 18 january 2012
No longer there
What’s with dot com uncles?
They’ve shifted their chum angles.
And turned on their nice nieces.
Declaring that they too, have soft spots.
Spots that should be sported.
Their hands now hover.
Over zones, their eyes cover.
Options being tapered.
Yet decision needed hastily.
Before the soft spots harden.
And their maraudering warden.
Selfishly take the cake.
They didn’t bake.
Now she lives alone.
She took the other option.
After pondering theirs opinion.
Though out of her uncle’s hunger.
The world awaits with anger.
Teeth sharpened, jaws sturdy.
Nature thus cries and the future wonders.
Who will keep them company?
If they are exploited today.
kipruto muthemba, 18 january 2012
The tipsy gipsy
With a bliss kiss.
I felt breams and creams.
As the thief of my romantic dreams.
Awakened streams of desires.
I've known has passion.
As friendship in promotion.
But not as uncivilized emotions.
That unfolded in its aftermath.
I craved for more.
As the urge sired appetites.
That fired craziness in me.
Hybridizing my cosmos.
Hypnotizing me insomniac.
At her sight am tipsy.
Praying she saves this gypsy.
Since to her, am enslaved.
kipruto muthemba, 18 january 2012
A cry from congo
The mountains of Congo whispers.
To the melodies of the forest birds.
As the river Congo water dances to the tune.
Suddenly; the harmony is broken.
By the cry of a woman.
No! A sweet young girl.
At only 15 years of age.
She’s forced to the ground.
Her body roughly ground.
To the earth’s amazement.
For their manly amusement.
Her back on the land.
She is covered with sand.
They tare her garments.
Men with guns, Gun-men.
Deeper they sink, louder she screams.
Turns they switch, in pain she faints.
laugh while leaving.
The girl and universe grieving.
Hours later, she crawls home.
For safer norms.
But her home is melancholic.
Her 46 year old mother.
Just got psychologically murdered.
Defiled too, by the Men with guns.
FDLR and the Mai Mai militias.
Two lifes destroyed, the story of hundreds.
Actions worthy castrations not prosecution.
Yet UN official urges Congo prosecution.
Our humanity and conscience raped.
Latest comments:
6 may 2024
Weronika
Wiara w zimny poranek, to sprzeniewierzenie się
4 may 2024
Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
4 may 2024
Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
3 may 2024
violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
1 may 2024
Tak;)
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kb
złotej*
1 may 2024
kontoler żłotej poświaty
1 may 2024
samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
1 may 2024
romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
1 may 2024
ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
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interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
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