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Wanjiru Mbogo Poem
It's ringing in my ears
It's unfolding all my fears
It's killing all my dreams
It's as scary as it seems
It's scraping off my thoughts
Tying me tightly into knots
It's spearing me with pins
Leaving me shattered as smithereens
But with you I feel the sun
But with you the heat can't burn
But with you I feel at peace
But with you I feel the bliss
You're my shade in the stormy weather
You're my shade cause now we're together
Relieve your doubts...if,when or whether
Make your heart light as a feather...
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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Wanjiru Mbogo Poem
Never got the meaning of pi and thiter
Before I met the guy whose name was Peter
He untold the lie... both not a letter
Then made the sour pie even sweeter...
Said it was knowledge within a mathematical theme
Ride low and high in the fourteen seater
Cold wants to die he hands me his sweater
Removes his tie says he's getting hotter
Can't even share the weather?
Then can we even be together?
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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Wanjiru Mbogo Poem
I was looking for a flower,
A flower to fill me with love
The sun had burned me too much,
The cold had bit me too hard
And my leaves were frail,
My roots weak
I found my flower,
So beautiful and sweet
She taught me the secrets
What would keep me alive
From the sun that burned too much
From the cold that bit too hard
How am I supposed to move on oh flower
When you're not here anymore,
To tell me what to do about the wind
And the many seasons that change?
How am I supposed to move on oh flower,
When you're not here anymore
To hear how I battled the wind
And the many seasons that change?
Oh my flower, I'm in pain
But grateful I am
That in many suns, in many colds, in many winds, and the changing seasons
I found you
A flower to fill me with love
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2025
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Wanjiru Mbogo Poem
Teach me to lie; lies are rich
And truth wallows in poverty within
Teach me to lie; lies are jolly
And truth is engulfed with pain and grief
Teach me to lie, with it there is justice
With truth,... I'll die with the injustices speared at me
Teach me to lie; lies are obese
And truth,.... you can see my emaciated bones and soul
Teach me to lie; lies are warm
And truth... am freezing in the never ending cold
Teach me to lie; lies are clothed
And truth I'm naked..no dignity to withhold
Teach me to lie,am tired of The truth
Please teach me to lie,am so tired of the truth
But the bitter truth is balm for the soul
The sweet smelling aroma of something not foul
The promises of milk and honey in heaven I'll be full
So I will wait, I will love my fragile bones, I will shiver in the cold
I will remain unclothed.
I will raise myself with no nanny
Trust in God my only Daddy
He said when the sun shines on the rich, even to me it will be sunny.
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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Garbage in garbage out
From a queen to a tout
Full of sin vulnerable skin
Fish with a fin but sweet secret within
Be my rhythm be my sound
Never leave him tightly bound
In the desert oasis found
Bird with a feather, knows no weather
Sealed in paper let it be
Love's a vapour you'll never see
Don't escape her don't leave he
Man with a skin full of sin
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I never sleep. Or at least when I do, it is swiftly cut short. Most nights it comes rushing, sometimes, I feel it before it does.
Then with it's fast motion, makes me swing, and swing, and swing, till it's silent.
But we are used to it. That's all we've ever known.
I prefer daylight, cause then, I am slightly aware of these changes.
I love early mornings, when it's a bit quiet, when it leaves me be.
Then, I enjoy the stillness, appreciate it more, cause I know it's about to be rudely interrupted throughout the day.
But we are used to it. It's all we've ever known.
At least we don't live on the " other lands" where the coming and going is harsh.
I heard that there, it can get so cold that the water hugs me tight. They call it winter.
Other times, without warning, we fall to the ground and are trampled by "those people"
Other times it's too hot and it scorches us and we shrivel and die. I like it here. It's less drastic.
But we're used to it. It's all we've ever known.
I enjoy the rain too. The light water taps before it drenches me and makes me sway, sway, sway.
But I don't like it when it goes on for days, and it makes us fall. Not alone,but with our whole house.
My life is quickly cut short, and more of me are born.
But we're used to it. It's all we've
ever known.
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2025
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If peace was like a river then it would not be peace
It would just be a shiver that is mistaken for bliss
All the cataract's all the wavers,it would not cease for your pleas
Shouts and screams chanting save her,but it's all in your dreams
Musical notes such as quavers,wash up your nightmares wash off your sins
Relieve the pain relieve the danger, hold my hand though am a stranger
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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My beautiful mystical rose
From the ashes of defeat you rose
Beauty bestowed lacking flaws
The same iron lady everyone knows
With your slightest move they tremble; your foes
As David with the lion you tear away their jaws
Running away their king bows
Surrendering; retreat he goes
My beautiful mystical rose..
Even at dusk the cock crows
Even at winter the farmer sows
From the ashes of defeat you rose
Beauty bestowed... lacking flaws
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2020
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I will forgive but forget I won't
All the pain with no more gain
I will forgive but will not forget
All the tears and all the fears
I will forgive but forget I won't
All the cries and all the lies
I will forgive but will not forget
All the maim.. all in vain
I will forgive but forget I won't
I will forgive but will not forget
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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Do tears come from a well?
We can never tell
But they never seem to dry
As much as I can try
They keep flowing down
Changing the smile to a frown
I hate tears of pain
Longer than the longest train
Does happiness come from a well?
Heaven even in hell
It never seems to end
Supplier keeps to send
Even the bitter as bile
Will change the frown to a smile
I love tears of joy
Longer than the longest pain
Copyright © Wanjiru Mbogo | Year Posted 2019
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