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kipruto muthemba

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


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kipruto muthemba

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.


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kipruto muthemba

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


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kipruto muthemba

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.


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kipruto muthemba

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


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kipruto muthemba

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 


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kipruto muthemba

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


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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.


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kipruto muthemba

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


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kipruto muthemba

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.


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Other poems: your TOUCH, The Blue Dress, wild night, my OWN way, Woman on the Moon, Awuor, We Shall Pay, Jewel, Never Really Over, Uncry, Dread, Dear Mind, My Timber, I wonder, Love do be Gradual, Leeches, My DFL, The Orphan, Winners, My Miss July, Enslaved, Amazing, Wishes, Fantastic, Speechless, No longer there, The tipsy gipsy, A cry from congo,
 

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