Poetry


01
Jul 2015
CAMPUS

Walking Along the pavements Past the beautiful lawns Well-tended flower gardens An indispensable effort Of the custodians of our environment Thinking Not, maybe a diversity of thoughts in my mind Observing Observation, the skill of an intellectual. 2. A wave, a passing storm on dry land The noise, of high heeled and flat heeled shoes Pounding perfectly on the ground Young lads and gents, scholars Eyes fixed to their destinations Hoping the lecture halls are not packed to capacity Minds thirsty of knowledge Yearning To quench their brains From the fountain of......

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30
Jul 2014
INDISPENSABLE MAN…author unknown

Sometime when you’re feeling important; Sometime when your ego’s in bloom; Sometime when you take for granted, You’re the best qualified in the room. Sometime when you feel that your going Would leave an unfillable hole; Just follow this simple instruction, And see how it humbles your soul. Take a bucket and fill it with water, Put your hand in it up to the wrist; Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining, Is a measure of how you’ll be missed. You may splash all you please when you enter, You can......

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30
Jul 2014
Cut To The Bone***Lucy Mwai

Colleen, meticulously made, the beauty of the world, With a therapeutic smile, That brings life.   Colleen, As colorful as the rainbow, From man, Your descend.   Colleen, Why did you let in devourers into the garden of grapes, to squeeze to the last drip, off the delicacy?   Colleen, now the vineyard dry, scorched as a farm in famine the famine for life laying desolate, the scar eternal.   Colleen, the ants have started to creep, the mad man has his way but with no food to eat, they die and......

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04
Jul 2014
Six humans…..By Jackline Waitherero

Six humans trapped by happenstance, In black and bitter cold, Each possessed a stick of wood, or so the story is told. Their dying fire in need of wood, The first woman held hers back, For the faces around the fire, She noticed one black. The next man looking across the way, Saw one not of his church, And couldn’t bring himself to give, The fire his stick of birch. The third man sat in tattered clothes, He gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use, To......

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