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On 26th April 2020, amidst tensions of COVID-19 pandemic, a dream was birthed that led to the growth of BAM CARES Artmore, poetry and art group. In a normal WhatsApp group, a Facebook page and now a Magazine, there is nothing we can add much to gratitude. Hail hail poetry. Our focus is care, and not just caring for art but bringing forth the idea of poetry at the fingertips for: our young and old, known, re-known and unknown, we go beyond communities, race, status, religious/spiritual beliefs and or those of same opinion or those of different opinion. Enjoy every read in this magazine as you would in protecting what you love most, poetry.

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Ageng'o O. Musa(Man of Letters) Omukachi Melusi Steyn Chrispine (Untamed ink) Bettie Atemo

Titus Lubanga(By T_Humble one)

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If the Egyptians were the inventors of the love-poem, and it is that, with their love of brightness and gaiety, they were, we may well regard it as one of their chief contributions to literature. . . . [I]t may safely be affirmed that up to the present no poet has written of love without saying many things which his Egyptian fore-runners thought and said three thousand years ago.

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CONTENTS

YOUNG TREES

by Ageng'o O. Musa(Man of Letters)

WEEKS REVIEW

Hopeful Youth

by Ageng'o O. Musa I forgive you

by Melusi Steyn MONDAY

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Lost in their dreams.

The nights are cold , And were lost in the cool told It leads us to maze That no one questions the haze Swiftly is swings its action For humane are perfection Life entices us and teases And gullibly we embraces the eases She is rendered landless In her own opinion aimlessly Only in the name of kinsman For the lordship of kingship They’re left in the cold hungry And told to be angry Be them and careful For they are spiteful It’s a red color for all of us who has seen it all, That we assemble for the purpose in the hall .

(MASIRA.D.ONDORO)

YOUNG TREES

by Ageng'o O. Musa(Man of Letters) When nursed in bed A lot they need For interdependence Awaits tomorrow A farmer hardens them The good shade Fuel source Curbed erosion And good aesthetic value Officers of goodwill Give their best Hopeful Youth by Ageng'o O. Musa Dear youth Days eat the body Every sunup sundown Can't make one stronger For age betrays Dear youth Grab opportune moment History is I did Not I will do Dear youth Choosy be not For youth programs abound Many are paths to meadow Go graze Marshall the energy Utilize the opportunities Dear youth Present stage is smoke Right maxim for you Old age to eat young age When not if Industry is demonstrated For if you must do it You're to do it thoroughly Dear youth Old age shouldn't be a charm Platform to curse For thorns of life Only prickle the jokers in the journey Dear youth Pray for availability Of youth programmes For better change When the sun goes up!

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I forgive you by Melusi Steyn I walked under the tree Plucked out some wisdom Fashioned to prove a point Yet in light quite abortive but God said, I will forgive you I sat in a boat All day and caught some fish Made myself king of seas Came out too short to reach my ego But God said, I forgive you I walked into a butcher Hung them by the chest Head and legs both bent downward Blood gushing out from every hole But God said I forgive you I walked into a club I walked out loaded I walked in a virgin I walked out full of secrets But God saw and still says, I forgive you I jumped into the kitchen I turned my mother's stove on I burnt her onions and peppers Smiling for a bit of cheer for my butt God saw and forgave I slipped under the bridge Chose between the gun and the sword Chose between the heart and the neck Murder goes both ways for a terrorist

Time

by Ndiang'ui Ndung'u (Literate Gardener) Sometimes we have it So much we know not What to do with it Only to learn it's lost Sometimes we fear it's lost And run like we lost a nut Only to be stopped short Amazed at how much of it We have to spare and waste Sometimes we are suspicious Of nature's conspiracies To steal it from us We abound with fears At times we she'd tears At all times do your best Leave to fate the rest For the passage of time Is but a churning of the clock And not a toll of your work.

Fear grasped every string of my guts As I wondered to what extent Will God keep forgiving this menace The bible taught me not to be scared, But to change my ways, And God will forgive me.

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It is I! By Melusi Steyn It is I, I alone who slipped to the earth, into the unwelcoming hands, of the multi color emblem, Thus it is I, I alone who lives my life.

Past the pushingthe pushing of my strong woman, my mother, to grant me identity, To live a life, minemine alone, To bold baby stepsIt is I, I alone who lives my life.

The train has many cars, yet I alone drive it, Conducting fervently the passionsShakespearean and Laureate concerned, Advocacy for my sisters, The straightening of the human race, Thus it is I, I alone who lives my life.

Friends, I have.

But by decree, get lost, If thou art spikes on mine path, Honor thy self respect, Fall off mine radar, For sinister is my push, but only in response, It is I who lives my life

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Hello fellaz, on following your dreams & goals to the last point, you either learn stuff from your friends or they learn stuff from you, if there's neither of that, then they're as good as non-existent, you can do better. You most certainly can't afford to stray because of your "friends", can you? So be sure you have the right motivation to keep you going, drop toxicity and live your life the way you're meant to._Melusi Steyn:

The Cradle Robber

by Man Of Letters/Ageng'o O. Musa The hugging clothes Got me confounded I thought I got my junior Body part to tell age Remained tricky I saw the face It looked unblemished Had many layers of body oil Like a tarmac road to be The voice got fixed Explored the hole I heard voice of virgin Got lost in the web Thanked God by heart Eyes got blind And saw using hands Felt the corrupt bumps That had potholes I did assume But for secrets rot A whisper in left ear Son, why the hurry?

Felt disparaged And got off the 1940s bike!

I wheeled it Parked it under a tree And happily trekked homewards!

WAS IT A TRAP?

By Ageng'o O Musa (Man of Letters) In good health I did find you In fancy apparel I did admire you Your shiny skin Dazzled my eyes My first chat You did reply And it finished your coin Your body oil got finished Your meals disappeared Laced with chain of requests With funny title "Do me a favour" You outgrew your dresses But never tried them before me Your shoes were never in vogue And you thought I was a new father I was a bad ordeal Battled anxiety To mark what spoilt the source So I saw love While you saw basic needs And in my decision I had to run away!

JIFUNZE NA KISWAHILI Hapa Nina taarifa,kwa wananchi wenzangu Niwaeleze ya sifa,kwa dhati ya moyo wangu Jifunzeni Cha taifa, kiswahili ndugu zangu Ukijifunza Kizungu ,jifunze na Kiswahili Nawapa iliyo kweli,sio ni mapenzi yangu Na ambaye Kiswahili,hakipendi kwa uchungu Ni wivu kumkabili,hasadi ya kilimwengu Ukijifunza Kizungu, jifunze na Kiswahili Yamekwisha ya zamani,sufuria kuwa chungu Na mpingo wa thamani,kuutengezea rungu Sasa ni utamaduni,tushazifungua pingu Ukijifunza Kizungu , jifunze na Kiswahili Kiswahili kwa hakika,nikifunga kina chungu Kimetoka Afrika,Hadi nchi za wazungu Kila nchi kimefika,faida kwa walimwengu Ukijifunza Kizungu, jifunze na Kiswahili Nelson Kavihiza ...... Nyang'ori Boys High School, Vihiga county, Kenya 3B 8 BAM CARES ARTMORE WORLD POETRY EDITION 2022

Long-Distance Love Long-Distance Love If we had our country To mold in our hands So that this soft clay could shape the face And heart of freedom Each toll on love Each tick of distance Could be some blessing For I would have The rare fortunes of a bird After every mission abroad All encounters with foreigners Would reinforce the reason Turning the strange into loveliness The urgent to certainty Of reunion more desirable For like the birds Nightfall would kindly lead To favored nests To recount encounters Hatch new flights Till together we can soar To heights where such l ong-distance throbs Which may pulse pain Are ever foreign Being alone will be forever alien.

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WHOSE WAR?

By Masudi Chigunia Mohamed Run little one, run Hide behind a wall Away from the door Away from the window Hush little one, hush Crying won't help here Don't squeal like a mouse Keep still in the house Look little one, look The uniformed killer A missile and a gun Is shooting for fun.

Listen little one, listen The weaponry sounds Click, clack and blow Then the bloody flow.

Rest little one, rest This is not your war You don't deserve the pain Until we meet again.

Blind Hearts

by Ageng'o O Musa (Man of Letters) Who owns one To be just won With a living brain Sunning cereals in rain That'd be flouting Rome's way Akin to stray bullet That hurts the immaculate Causing lifetime sorrow For blind's headless That moves without direction Causing lots of injustice Like ox and cock in yoke Pulling ox plough That what there's Shall truly go To those good for it Blind Hearts therefore Need some sight!

Reason or rhyme? By Bettie Atemo Poetry reasonates with rhyme Beyond timeless time Poetry is the paw we ate Scratching our mind in nothingness As we fill our hands with spasms of greatnes

DIVORCE by Ndung'u Ndiang'ui (Literate Gardener) It's been sometime Since we were united By difficult times And fear for my future

They said it so loud For all to hear The marriage was to be Not a come we stay And so I had no choice But be with you all day More so when they watched To ensure intimacy I have no regrets For the kisses to you And cost I have borne To replenish your weariness It's not that I regret fully Our forced matrimony For at times your presence Saved me from prying eyes Though it's my belief We'll meet quite often Well kiss once often times Byebye for now, dear face mask.

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Love by Omukachi Love tickles Then it trickles And slowly buckles When it settles But eventually heckles. # It sounds gentle And so humble Like a politician going little His love will rekindle And your fate he will handle Like fools bundle The rest is your mumble #Omukachithoughts

HOME by Chrispine (Untamed ink) For ages I had been lost, Convinced that I’m just nought I was wistful Of finding my way home Where I’d be restful When you came to me, You sheltered my withered self In your warm heart Since then, I’ve believed that home Might be a place not, but a heart Warm enough for shelter

Rough cut by Carolina (Carol shaxie) Rough cut In the midst of dust Unnoticeable Difficult to identify Only an expert would know It’s a rough cut.

Useless it looks as it lays Yet valuable with a deeper understanding It’s precious Priceless It’s a rough cut.

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God's Acre

by Ageng'o O Musa(Man of Letters) On the day of apocalypse The unusual eclipse Creating pitch darkness Causing hopelessness The fat earth Thanks to God's wrath Will vomit all With symbolic sound of owl The pious and God boy Will on earth be buoy The final gong To identify the wrong Will deafen ears After aeon years And led to heaven or hell Whose narrative isn't easy to tell

When He Spoke to Me of Love When He Spoke to Me of Love The day he first spoke to me of love The day he taught me in those words, The marvel in my breast, and dreams, I dreamed even in the middle of the day.

My voice was burnt away, a fire In my throat licked at my words— In my pride I stood there quite dumb, All my face wet with happy tears.

Fear struck fast and heavy at my side That he might change, and barking dogs Drive off the bridal cattle brought for me.

I came trembling to him on my knees As if stooped down in a prayer of love.

My beloved, his voice more sweet, His young mouth poured a stream of gold.

My great one, he looked long into my face And my tongue, unstrung, confessed to him.

Bam Cares

by Titus Lubanga(By T_Humble one) As father does to her daughter, Bam! sure it cares, Down the years, Been my pardise, As flower we all bloom, "Azimio" seems our slogan.

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BUILDER ON CONTRACT He gave the best plan To build a strong house And make it beautiful For the world to see Owners gave a thumbs up And a ticket in a ballot And gave Hime a timeline Five years precisely He gave his solemn pledge To build the best house With rooms big enough And all a modern one needs To build a spacious washroom With a toilet and bathroom And mirrors so big One would see their all He was given all he asked for And more than he needed Five ample years And freedom to work alone So first day he got up early And let all know Work had started To build the best house Second day he came to work With his friends and relatives Most knew no building But basked and ate their fill Third day no one came But he and a train of trucks Carried away all materials And left his scarecrow there Fifth day the owners came Found nothing but clean land No house, no material And a scarecrow with jingling tins.

That's the precise fate Of a trusting voter Who dances on voting day And cries five years and after.

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IF I MUST DIE by Ndiang'ui Ndung'u If I must die Let it be like a man In the line of duty Whatever duty might be If I must die Let it be at noon When the sun is up And the world can see My unwillingness to exit If I must die Let it be at the furthest end When I have seen it all When I have done what I can And the best way I can If I must die Let there be a storm So to wash my footsteps So the grass can grow And there's blessings in a curse If I must die Let it be because I must Not because I give up Wrestling this life And milking it dry May it be not so soon.

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by Ageng'o O Musa (Man of Letters) The art galore it is Enriched with corpus The home of artistry Bolstering craftsmanship Abode of iconic authors Branding apparel Wears that talk as wished Event creators for speakers Bam cares artmore Serving interest of its phantom A group of stature A group of top cream Bam cares cares for you The say-do group That sharpens the blunt To cut into practicals of life Art expresses all And Bam cares for all 13 BAM CARES ARTMORE WORLD POETRY EDITION 2022

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Poetry

Poetry is a beautiful woman with muscles Heavy loaded with lines on the face And razing in metres in the heart It's this beautiful aura of what rhythm is all about A beautiful woman that needs not to be understood, but loved Poetry is this scarred woman Loved by many, adored by all Yet left all alone...

So I bring the beauty in her to be loved more and less understood For poetry is to be loved and not understood.

Poets be encrypted in the encouragement Feel the need to write the poetry of the Golden touch And touch everyone with poetic tunes Let everyone who sees poetry bow in bows and arrows To shoot the best in them And win the race for this beautiful woman A woman to be understood less and loved more The poetic tunes of love And the love in it Poetry is the eccentric normalcy of art Art that hurt not but art heart yearns most The beauty and ugliness of all humanity A place of redemption, a place of retention In the name of poetry and names to come For poetry is to be understood less and be loved more Name: Bettie Atemo Email: atemob21@gmail.com Facebook page: BAM CARES Artmore

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HAPPY NEW MONTH OF APRIL

SOLILOQUY

God has restored me God has lighted my face God has favoured me God has shown me His mercy.

If I had wings Relocation would suit For it hates me The treats waste my body But nowhere to go Whenever I move Its thorns inject me Without medicine in syringe And inept doctors Get my blood ooze Me strongly believe That last breath will heal I long for permanent sunset So I don't meet common foe So I don't see it If I knew the route out I'd hit the road And in peace leave it It's one place Where good attracts not good And only bad people make it I'm told no pain no gain When I've been in pain for century Living on water Living on weeds Living on tasteless meals Starving thrice a week Isn't that painful enough?

This home of inequity Where some from womb inherit While poor me gets sacrificed My founders left Left me to build in ocean Left me to clothe myself And trek hundred kilometers Should I have a journey I'm tired!

When men in clothes Come to quell my worries And Rob me of the little I own Saying Lord will multiply But I've waited in vain The poor me Is hapless in it Though resilient I am Yes, it needs tenacity

Those who thought I'd die Let the message reach you Let it shake you like earthquake Let your heart sink out of hatred But I don't wish you to die.

May you also find favour in Him May He lift you up May His Endless happiness be with you Impossible is nothing with Him Be fruitful, Be Yielding, Be Impactful. ® Poet Kennedy Ochieng Country Kenya

Wild mind It is boundless It is ominous It is not scared of anything It is wild It is unimaginable Unbreakable Unbelievable It’s scary It’s funny It’s just a wild mind @carolshaxie

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Ageng'o Musa Man Of Letters

CATANKERY

by Ndiang'ui Ndung'u

I REMEMBER

by Ndiang'ui Ndung'u

First time I Saw her Came the word to mind But I let down my heart And refused to listen

I remember Since it was yesterday That beautiful day When it should have been us

My loins led the way All the way to the wallet To buy my way in And beat the rest I had nailed it in But at the wrong spot Came the ardent task To pull out the thorn Not one deed was good And ever word was rude Every coin wasn't mine To atone for the sin.

When home turned up factory I knew wound had pus Denial would be my end A true catankerous culmination Of slow torturous love.

It should have been us Walking the streets Holding hands Stopping at shops It should have been us Sitting in opposite seats Smiling at us, for us Holding the menu It should have been us Eating to our fill Holding glasses of wine Toasting to only us It should have been us But that was yesterday That was meant to be But never came to be It should have been us But it just couldn't be us For the world mustn't know That we share for us.

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WIFE MATERIAL

by Ndiang'ui Ndung'u

Eden by Melusi Steyn

Did they halt manufacture Like they did Land Rover Of girls marriageable And true family makers

Adorned from head to toe Into my core, her beauty reached, An Eve on an eve of valentine's, Living through the plight of Eden.

I hear they didn't stop The market moved Closer to the men Where there's solace

Sweet is the slip of her tongue, And accidentally says, I love you!

Only to blush away, Like Eve on the eve of Eden's destruction

I hear they're in pubs Chasing keg and whiskey Seeing stars and eating fare With no care at all

Her hand running down my arm, Gives me shivers noon and night, As I dream of her free self, Fly high above the sky high, A bird, unnamed and untamed, However human in species and Eden in beauty.

I hear they're in shisha joints Puffing the night away Pole dancing and nuding And yelling their tits off I hear they're cat walking Along the city streets Half naked and calling rights And calling men fattened dogs

Disgruntled over the girl in the mirror, She still smiles, And reveals that beauty Which apparently I and maybe Adam of Eden... would see.

I hear they're bidding time Gaining bedtime experience Wriggling padded bottoms Till the thirtieth bell rings I hear they're calling now As the sun sets on good days Seeking any able man While the men just watch I remember they said Sunshine prompts haymaking And experience teaches best More so if there's a learner.

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Pain Without Gain (By Ageng'o Musa aka Man Of Letters)

“He was resolute to

join university in order to realize his dreams. High school life hardened him more and he remained focussed. Finally, he joined university where he was to take medicine

Henry became a total orphan at a young age of 7, when he was in class two. His father was peasant who died of epilepsy after long hours of struggle along a river bank, that had the effect of swash and backwash affecting him. The scene moved and it was scary.

The father had banked hopes in his son Henry, who was said to be sickling even before he could crawl. Rough computation showed that a tune of a million shillings got spent in his medication. His condition never allowed parents to beam at any given moment. The mother also unfortunately passed away in a fatal road accident while she was travelling to her hometown to pay last respect to her maternal uncle. A dark moment it was.

Henry had his younger sister and all eyes were on them for they would probably enable the continuity of the lineage. Villagers spoke good of him since he was bookish and always topped in his class. He got nicknamed "The star" by his teacher of Mathematics for he could score everything in the game of figures or miss only a question. Henry was versatile within the school compound, and teachers loved him for that.

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His life in school was rough a bit but teachers helped where possible. The paternal uncle who adopted them was careless and had not paternal instinct at all. The two poor children could starve, walk to school in torn uniforms, use moonlight to take assignments, fetch pieces of firewood late in the evening and spent much of their time doing the endless chores.

Henry remained stoic and kept working hard in school. He studied and joined high school, where he still faced challenges but he never stopped. He was resolute to join university in order to realize his dreams.

High school life hardened him more and he remained focussed. Finally, he joined university where he was to take medicine.

Henry was now a prospective doctor, whose ambition was cooking exactly as he had planned. He suffered seriously while in campus and even lacked a shoulder to lean on. Reportedly, he was a comrade who turn the common room.in campus into his bedroom. He could not get what to bite unless offered by a friend. He worked in mjengo sites during weekends and long holidays to be partially independent. Henry had to support his sister Sherryl who was in high school while he was in campus. It was terrible. After he had graduated, he was lucky to get a job in some hospital in the city, where he worked for a month and became a serious agent of the devil. Yes, he did imbibe liquor like hell. Henry drank. Henry drank.

Henry drank his first salary until he forgot about welfare of his sister. He was finally dismissed and he died of stress in his second month in service. They say, "Raha" never rewards positively.

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NEXT Jamal Robert son of Baridi Be great like your angelic smile Run along this line like your great dance moves!

Hold tight to your dreams Like you hold the tennis ball Smash away your fears and win more and more You are a great generation, watch it like you watch your cartoon!

MA and PA loves you!

ARTMORE 😊 loves you more!

Sing this song forever and ever Eih many!

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Unfinished desire I loved and cherished you with all my heart, Now I am hurt.

You were the first priority in my life.

I refused to listen to anybody, Anybody who spoke ill of you.

I wanted to make our relationship perfect And prove them wrong.

You gave me all the love, That which I desired That which I dreamt of And I was submissive to you.

You were always there for me, That was my true love.

You were the only one in my heart and mind, Taking over my body and soul.

With kisses and caresses, you blew my mind and sent my body Wild for your company and thirsty for you every second.

The touch of your hand all over my body and your lips on mine Sent chills down to the sole of my feet It made me yearn for you In my life, love was the order of the day My thoughts of you in your abscencia made me To build castles of love in my mind I gave you everything even if it wasn't easy To get what you wanted Yet I did my best Until when you lost interest and gave me a silent approval Trying to figure out what happened to us You said it's over "Stay" I whispered as you Shut the door behind you My heart was shuttered and pierced Tears clogged my eyes My days and nights became meaningless Without you The love we shared faded away into memories You promised to be always beside me Now you are gone Everything is now an illusion Why didn't you shed some light That it wasn't going to work Who is this perculiar mistress who tore our love I feel used and dumped Is this how love is?

Does it take pain to understand love?

The unrighteous act deprive my peace of mind I have destroyed the seeds in me Was our love a contract?

Has the contract ended?

Please add endless time I still need you This is my unfinished desire

Falling in love by Melusi Steyn From the unfathomed depths of the earth's core, Rose the roars of lions, dandelions, Into the nostrils of the unseasoned, The lovers, desolate cakes untopped, Vulnerable, the hearts, yet with no freckles, Unblemished, clean and willing to love, We fell in love, on the break of spring, On a cliff bearing ominous winter frost, From the unfathomed depths of the earth's core, I fell in love with you, I love you.

@ Atieno Janet

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Ignored fire by Caroline (Carolshaxie) The wind of love flew by, It ignited a fire A fire that was so fierce That even we were not sure we could stand it.

We kept using distance as an excuse One reason after the other We kept evading the strength of the fire We were careful, so we thought We just chose not to get burnt.

As we kept our distance We used or abused technology to our advantage, it made us feel closer But then it also made us grow apart, It’s so strange, the same thing that made us grow closer also separated us.

We ignored the fire We fell for other people We opted for for less fierce fires We built new fires and ignored the one we started The fire burned all the firewood to ashes Stubbornness is a trait of fire, Even under a heap of ashes lies the cold that are ready to burn the moment you add firewood and blow some air.

Stubborn are the feelings we shared Despite being worlds apart, we still feel them when we chat.

We are nothing but just an ignored fire that can prove deadly.

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Dear Mrs. Me Under this ravishing heat of the scorching sun, I still hold my pen as it ballets on this crinkled sheet of paper.

If your ears bear capability to be attentive to my handwriting, pay heed, for hither is the love my heart holds for you.

Who am I to be loved by you?, My mind rhetors as my heart remains obstinate, you are the one and the only one.

I say I love you, yet you scantily counter my encounter with the epicenter of the world's revolution, Love. I wonder if you love me back, but I love you.

As the sun's love bears immortal affection to the moon in the dark, so you remain my darling even in the worst of terrors.

As the sun meets the moon once in a while, yet the earth bears witness of the dark lunar and solar intimacy, conceiving the night of a million shiny bundles of joy, I am the dark part of your light.

Heed, O Mrs Me, my soulmate and sweetheart, my honey dipped heart,y personal valley of roses and daffodils, the epitome of beauty gazing at me, I love you.

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JOURNING

by Chrispine (Untamed ink) Coming out of the buds, My head was greeted at once By the sun rays so intense My soft tiny feet Touching the hard rough surface, They were pressed hard for a welcome For most of my blossoming days, I have traversed in solitude The desert part of the world I’m well versed with thirst I’m well versed with starvation I’m well versed with despondency There were days I wished to expire The desert was but a furnace The voyage seemed unending But like they say The Maker abandons never, He showed me some grey clouds With a rekindled hope I waited It took time, it took ages And the grey clouds darkened ahead I’m still forging forth with this journey The difference however; The desert is waning away

The poems that you write, They define in all despite, The beauty of yourself, As Presented before me.

And that makes the soul lucky, Graces granted, Graces earned, By any concerned.

That your expression is beautiful even if absurd, When shown I feel your plight, And the darkness giving that defines the light, Thus our mutual living without a fight.

Graces five fold symmetry, Beauty is the fact, That is was completed without sighing, On pact from the beginning.

An act without action, An actor without a script, It was this, He was that he was and always be.

But we understand him through sharing poetry. ©jeremy mugo. ©country Kenya.

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