ELIMISHA MWENZAKO

Am sorry I hated my teachers,not knowing am one of them.
Not registered with TSC,but through poetry naelimisha mwenzangu.
Walininyima chaki na blackboard,God akaniwai mic so na inspire mwenzangu.
Nilisikia haba na haba hujaza kibaba so let's join hands tuelimishe bro na siz yangu.

Education is key,but with humility and kindness you have a bunch of keys.
Let's be humble and kind for our brothers illiteracy goodbye to kiss.
You might never buy them books or pens,but your presence here keeps them at peace.
For we were all created for one reason,kumake brothers na sister zetu waishi.

The world is a book,those who do not travel only read one page.
Let's make our brothers journey in education simple,by making them read the content of this book.
If we are broke to afford all that,let's make sure at least they open the cover page.

Mohammed Ali

Mohammed Ali

Cassius Clay

The Legend

He was not a humble man
Everything he did, was big and grand
He taunted and barbed with poetic flair
His opponents he angered
Entertainment in the air

He was a legend, bigger than man
A champion in the ring
He often took a heroic stand
Breaking barriers of narrow minds
He defined his style in his own time

His greatest feats were not title wins
Nor his taunts and bragging sins
Inside there was a more humble man
Who stood for the downtrodden in troubled lands
Full of humility he still could sting like a bee

In the end he floats away
A softer man, of a fighter’s heart
So shed a tear, for this complex legend
Whose humble beginnings’
The butterfly brought home to his roots

God brought him back to his beginning
Cassius Clay he was… and now lives in eternity
Freed not by name
But by convictions... of his
Good deeds

UNSPOKEN

The streets know him by name,he is a star with no fame
they always judge him and so he pleaded guilty they now call him the beggar
i swear i saw him today and i offered to help
instead he asked for a pen and this is his message for you

in every seed, there is a tree
in every sheep, there is a flock
in every cow, there is a herd
in every boy, there is a man
in every girl, there is a woman
and in every nation a generation
               
                 BUT
Tragedy strikes when a man dies in a boy
a woman in a girl and a generation in a nation

failure is the key to success
 and if they change the padlock
just break in tell them we were born to win
if they cut off lights in your life
jump in jubilation and remind them stars only shine in darkness

for once be selfish never to give up
let them call you a miser but retain your hope
they may cut both your legs but
in hope like a grasshopper you can hop

they made to the finishing line before remind them you drew it
never made it in the marathon remind them you top the human race
tell them to give you space coz they cant keep your pace
 and if they claim to be heroes remind them you are the hero to their heroes

AT THE TOUCH OF LOVE

GREAT TALENT

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
that's why siku ya kwanza nilimuona ilibaki nimemwandikia a sonnet
ju kaa cable ma heart kwake imeconnect
and do i need to say,her beauty, is out of this planet

she has turned to be my dream girl, no wonder me humuita my sleeping pill

KEEP IT UP BABY GYAL

my heart dances to her heart beat and when she moves my world stands still
do not steal is the 8th commandment but lord forgive me
 for her a glance i always have to steal

my whole body is preparing for funeral,ju kusema ukweli nishaa mkufia
beauty must be her real name thats why madem huvaa weave ju kofia washaa mvulia
God created her to perfection,thats why namsifia
and if you want to prove me right,uliza Nameless alimuwaza hadi akasinzia

ata ningekuwa kipofu i swear bado ningemkula kwa macho
ju ata bila sight mi humuona in my visions
kwangu ye maryjane thats why she my addiction
na ata kaa angekuwa impossible she would still be my mission

THE TITLE-LESS POEM

When opportunities don't opens door for you
be creative and pass through the window
when your room is too dark use your sixth sense
and make a crack on the wall to at least let in some light
to shine on your life for you to draw your future

 when every thing is gone,hold tight to your breath
to stay alive and when that seems impossible 
may success be your death wish and victory build your tomb
when your heart is broken, make life your wife until death do you apart
if you acted on the first scene you can also feature on the next
keep the script in your mind and let hope be your co-actor
faith be your director and failure the bad boy

 as long you are breathing,
make hoping against hope your career 
even if your future seems dark 
you can paint it with a brighter colour
that will even irritate the eyes of the blind

 if they don't love you,never judge them 
may be they are too broke to afford some love for you
they make you cry daily
use your tears to irrigate your success
and if it grows ask them to help in harvesting

 if stuck in traffic
leave the car and start the walk
even if through hell,you can find warm water
for a cool bath
or a cup filled with hot coffee.

ISABELLA

 I hate my eyes, for they went astray and focused all my attention unto you
my mind certified you to be too sexy, now i can't stop thinking of you
my heart tried to out do my eyes and my brain, beating to the rhythm of our sexy voice
but i hate my mouth the most,it didn't tell you how much i love you

i just hate my legs, they can't walk to bridge the distance between me and you
for my hands let me not mention no matter the stretching i can't hold you again
Google is now my new enemy,coz your where abouts is the only question it can't answer
and i swear i hate my pen, it just wrote this poem about you

i hate my memory,reminds me of an angel you are
my dreams are the worst,they got me thinking you are a sister to beauty
 i hate the words used i in this poem,reminds me of love i never had
i hate the fact that am reciting this,holding onto this Mic instead of your beautiful hands

i hate my tears they can't wash away the love i have for you
i hate all the ladies,none of them can replace it either
i hate love itself and wish it was not created

i hate everything just because i love you
ISABELLA

A LETTER TO MY TEACHER

Am sorry Mr lecturer,for always being notorious in class
am sorry for being that rude and always a pain in the rare end
in every market there are..., that's a saying am here to pass
my knucklehead characteristics are a blessing don't confuse them with a curse

am sure you like my class rep,he is that you call an example
am sure you hate me with equal measure, for your experiment am no sample
you forget that life is a circle and am the dot that completes the circle
and if i were a saint,would we need a priest in a temple?

am always late for lectures,coz hurry hurry has no blessings
always noisy in class, coz silent waters run deep
i don't do assignment on time, there is no hurry in Africa
always giving assignment after deadlines, better late than never

you hate me for breaking the rules,remember they are made to be broken
you should even congratulate me, i only bend them
now you think am crazy, Jesus came for the lost
and if you wish i were dead, am real am not a ghost

yours 
STEPHEN MASTEL

WEEBALE

Lord forgive me, i did cheat on my teacher
he wanted to know what i wanted to become, but i gave the wrong answers
i said i wanted to become a doctor, coz my sister was sick at the time
i remember mentioning a lawyer, coz my dad said it was cool
i also dreamt of being a president ,coz i wanted to be above the law
but all this time my pen and paper haunted me, i was born a poet

am twenty years young and going, thanks lord for my talent
although i never became a doctor, i treat their hearts with poetic words
i will never become a lawyer, but their hearts i give poetic justice
presidency is not even one of my blood cells, but those inspired by my poetry always say long live Stephen mastel

Thanks God for during your six days of creation you never forgot to create the words i use
some of my fans pour praises unto me but let them know its by your grace
i have been in school all my life but before i was born you gave me a PHD in poetry
thanking  you is not good but because i have no otherwise

THANK YOU

strictly for my mum

The tender look you gave me when i was born
is the same i see on your face
you never took me as an expense added to your budget
but as an open door for a new phase
you held me tightly in your arms and the warmth i got
 gave me an assurance that i was home
for this and more i thank God for you mum

Despite the sleepless nights i gave during the nine months
u gave me shelter and for food thumbs up to u
you held my hand when i was crawling
and now that i can walk your hand is even tighter
for this and more i thank God for you mum

am greatful you were my first teacher
and now am a poet
you made me feel wanted co
z with you i can do it
to me you are a treasure and as a poet you are my best piece
for this and more i thank God for you mum

A LETTER TO MY LOVE

Hey, may God forgive you for you never knew what you did
the day you said goodbye my last breath you did take
my life was not at stake because you left me lifeless
i won't ask the to charge you for murder,but please don't do that to another

i hope i will find another love here in the land of spirits
coz although am alive, inside i guess am an ancestor
you took my life with you, am a true definition of the living dead
i guess am not living for now am rehearsing how to live

flowers you would have placed on my grave/ please give them to your new love
i promise i won't haunt you c
oz am peaceful like a dove
am not sure if you buried me in a modern tomb or a cave
but have a moment of silence and say R.I.P Stephen Mastel

and also i beg whenever you drink, do some libation for me
and if you really loved me name your first born after me
i know you don't have cows yet so i don,t need burnt sacrificies
but as you knew i was a music addict, please everyday play a king kaka track for me

i would have written more,but this pen is already rusting
i guess its the one you dropped,when i was still your teacher
i hope the letter will reach you safely,coz on its back is your first composition
and don't faint for the living dead font coz you know its a true story

yours heart broken
Stephen mastel

THREE

Three are the number of times she has made me cry
three are the only words that can describe how i feel about her 
three are her names that i wonna mention before i sleep
three are here walking styles that make my stomach have butterflies

 three are the things she is always giving me[joy, joy and joy]
 But millions are the number of times i wonna die to get her love

poetry is alive

poetry is alive

MAMA I MADE IT 

SMILING HAS BEEN ME, THANKS MAMA I MADE IT

tough has been life but with you i hacked it

am a king with no crown and for that i will make you proud

its true i was born a gang star but coz of you am now a star

i wasn,t born with a sliver platter but happiness is my dress code

dining with kings i stopped i do it with my queens 

losing is not me i drink from my trophies

behind every successful man... that's my mum 

waking me up early to go to school, i hated you for that

am sorry that was my young mind, ironically am a teacher

you taught me with every move you made, in the school of life am a gradute

sleeping since become my enemy coz i realized the early bird catches the worm

BIG UP CASSPER

 

 

 

 

JUST SCRATCH

poem by

Melissa S

Just Scratch


Even though it has been ages
since we've talked
I know I got to you
I seeped under your skin
And I still reside there
Quietly waiting...
For you to feel that itch again
If you would just scratch
You could still feel me

LIKE ZEPHYR BREEZE

poetrysoup@poetrysoup.com

Poem of the Day for Sunday 28 February, 2016
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Like Zephyr Breeze

Before I ever saw those eyes      How deeply I loved you.

Before you read my first thought       I found you .

Before you ever dreamt of my lips    I kissed your smile

I meant nothing to you      and you were already my world.

I lived through every breath you inhaled 

till that same breath became a ghost from the past.

Tonight  I exist to live for what was ...

Tomorrow  I live to exist for what will be .

I stopped calling your name 

I  stopped searching your footprints 

I stopped seeking those arms

Stopped believing in stars .

Yet sometimes      in my soul's dusk of night 

through your cold absence        I feel you within me 

Ever so soft      just like the wind 

Like zephyr  breeze which left my cheek      yet never gone.

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IF TOMORROW...

poem by

Frais de la Ferme
If tomorrow......


If tomorrow was the day the world ends, how would you handle your current situations
Would you fade comfortably, or are you leaving behind worries and complications like the blind spot of a Riverbed collecting sweet nothings
If today is the brightest light would you go blind
Would you be able to find your way back again
Would you really want to if it meant this is where it all ends
I don't want to go lonely, but I'm not worried
If this is your last chance at something bigger, would you say it's big enough already
Have you ever been too mysterious to hold hands
Is the thought alone too heavy.. Would you follow or would you feel the need to lead me
Have you made amends
If tomorrow is the day the world ends
Would you be seeing yourself for the first time
With big eyes jaded
Have you seen it for what it is lately
Just for the means of conversation tell me how are you sitting
Cross legged waiting on the overactive skies spinning the rhythm or knock kneed tapping nervously
Can you find it in you to feel blessed.. If tomorrow was the day the world ends

#REBIRTH

#REBIRTH

If life is short try to live after death
long after you are gone just remain in their minds
to them be one of a kind and leave a mark
R.I.P will be on their lips but in their heart you are reborn

Even if you old be young at heart
treasure everybody like a piece of art
coz for you to be reborn there you have to start
always be generous but never give a tit for tat

EDUCATION MY OPTION

EDUCATION MY OPTION

That i can add one plus one thanks to education

its a hammer that makes me build a good reputation

its the backbone and the pillar of our great nation

i treasure it like oxygen, that, i have to mention.

Mama and papa please take me ton school

marriage is not for me in really need that knowledge

its the key to the door leading to a good life 

it may be a muddy pool but in it i wonna dive.

you say its roots are bitter but for sure the fruits are sweet

like dice pineapples the sweetness just drip

then flows like a river carring along a bright future

converting me from a simple to a perfect creature.

we all live ones but education never ends

 just like technology it always trends

its not like fashion it always stands

thats why i crave to have it even if a shred.

Apart from safaricom, education is the better option

in my heart it owns the largest portion 

give me a pen and a paper and i will start a motion 

walking through my course in education, all the way to my promised nation

POETRY

POETRY

Poetry is the mother of art

ask her son music he keeps poetry in his heart

a world without poetry is just torn apart

or let me use Achebe's words ''things fall apart''

MY OWN STORY

MY OWN STORY

They laughed at me for walking naked but forgot i was wearing a smile

they said i was broke but forgot i had afforded a smile

they called me a lazy-bone for sleeping for days but forgot i had walked for miles

to achieve what i have i had to remind them, i have paid some bails

Mine have been a long story, that no author has written

a story full of love and hatred, one in a million it has proven

smiling and crying have been me, and with no otherwise jumping from the fire to the oven

just hoping one day that my doors will open

The two coin side of life i have faced, i prefer the note

i have swam to the show only to turn back and see a boat

i jump in jubilition, but forgot the land was dry i now face the drought 

i think life is a chameleon we only have to do with the change

#I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME COZ WHAT YOU KNOW ARE RUMORS  I KNOW THA TRUTH#

HII PIECE

HII PIECE

Hii piece inanukia nikama imepuliziwa verseman
nakaa roho yako ni nzito itaibeba kama superman
ukifika kwenye web ime-spread design ya spinderman
na ata ukiuliza Aloe blacc atakwambia am the man
ju i don't need the key to your heart i need the key hole niite antman

Every time you passing i go kokoo design ya Elani

and my only wish ni kaa ningekujua zamani
ju am sure tungekua na ukoo kaa ule Flani
and in my arms forever ningeku-rap kaa Ice Prince zamani

each time nikikuona nakuanga nisha-cool design ya Tupac
ju when talking of quality ata Kebs can confirm you dont need the diamond mark
coz beauty you were given and i can confirm it wasn't a luck
no wonder Red San alibaki speechless and the only wonders alikushow ni show di back.

its true you are hot kuliko 96
thats why love yangu kwako si kapyenga ata uliza shiks
in love you are my doctor na kaa Dre am your beats

thats why ki-sauti sol you can shake your bam bams to my heart beats

Na kaa ungekuwa picha i swear kwako ningekuwa caption
i would hold you kila siku yaani Daily kaa nation
na kaa Jason love ningekuletea ki-slow motion
hadi ma-neighbor wak
iniona wanaulizana nikukaliwa chapati ama ni love portion.

BEAUTY AT ITS BEST

BEAUTY AT ITS BEST

When she enters that door "the beautiful ones are not yet born" to you will become a fallacy
to know that she is the most beautiful will not require literacy
without her the stars can not form a galaxy she is like a product from a true prophecy
and i swear i will never leave her even if she were a legacy.

Even when time stands still i will love her still
its true am heartless my heart she did steal
her beauty is out of this planet, and yes, she is real
although am a true saint for her i would kill.

She is the kind that makes you forego your designer outfit when she exposes her dirty linen
thou am a neighbour to hell she makes me fill like in heaven
her reputation got no competition, she is second to none
and i swear she would make a priest put a ring on it if she were a nun.