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Whispering Palms

Under the stern, watchful superintendence Of whispering palms on the white sand coast Where a thousand strong bow to the breeze And thousands more swing to the beat Giriama dancers caress their kayambas With bared breasts teasing the gathering With bared chests beating the drums Enhanced buttocks mesmerizing the palms And semi-nude tourists wondering aloud How this state of undress survived it all. The waters of the ocean had receded To eat grass, those in the know said And would return in an hour or two The sun had climbed above our heads Fiercely defending its lofty position As the coast dancers in seeming ease Perhaps unafraid of the damning rays Defied the heat in typical fashion And dared the eager, curious visitors To shake a leg, or break it trying!

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Date: 8/7/2013 7:44:00 AM
I love this poem, Gerald..you place a vivid picture in the mind.....i see vibrant activity, i hear the drums and can feel the energy. I like your unique style with words:) great poem ty4sharing,, cherie<3
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Gerald Kithinji
Date: 8/8/2013 10:57:00 AM
I visited Mombasa a while ago and I couldn't escape without a scar- poetically speaking. Thanks for visiting ever so often. That inspires.
Date: 8/7/2013 5:18:00 AM
Excellent poem your poetic language is wonderful such writing talent, I enjoy reading your poetry, thanks for sharing, blessings sueellen
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Gerald Kithinji
Date: 8/8/2013 10:59:00 AM
Sue you are always welcome. Thanks. I visit, too, occasionally.