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Best Poems Written by Monicah Onyancha

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Entry Poem

Here I am
With poetic anger
Who is here

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My Note

My note
I want to write a note
With the taste of bile
I want to write a note
To Samson and not Delila
I want to know in the note
Why Delila didnt have eyes
To see it coming
Why didnt she know it was coming?
I want yo write a note
And in the note I shall note
That I am an investigator
Not an invigilator
I seek to know
Why Samson had to lie
Why he still lies
Why Samson lives on
within us today
And Why the present Delila
Has never seen it coming
I want yo write a note
But i can't see my pen
Has Samson hidden it?
C'mon Samson
Do i look like Delila?
I can see it coming
Mr giant,I shall find my pen!
It's gonna be sooner
Than your long strides
I shall soon write my note

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I Didnt

I didn’t cry
 I just got my eyes dry
In life you got to try

I didn’t lie
I said what didn’t like
In life you got to psych

I didn’t hate
I looked beyond the gate
In life you must accept fate

I didn’t love
I only took a move
In life you don’t have to trust love

I didn’t see
I only found myself in the sea
In life you must have eyes to see

I didn’t say all these
I thought I had a thesis
In life you need a positive rhesus

I didn’t say I’m right
I thought in sense all humans are right
In life you got t pass some rites

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Love Is Sweet

Love is sweet
I see it in tweets
It takes us to the wild
It holds our hands in the wild
It stays with us in the wild
Only if no one holds it

love is sweet
It tells us we belong
It takes us along in the long
It makes us belong
You don’t have to long
Only if no one holds it

Love is sweet
It gives us no conditions
Its the only sweet condition
It comes with no auditions
It natures our ambitions
Only if no one holds it

Love is sweet
But people steal it
They misuse it
They under use it
They waste it
And I hate it
No one should hold my love

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The Dream

Did you marry me to bury me and hurry me to the grave?
She dreamt as she lept out of the kept homestead

No I married you in a hurry out of the curry you had carried for the soup I had devoured from your pot
He sang in response to her dream in realm

Do you think i am a fool to be ruled and riled in your ream of lies?
Her dream In realm was realy moving fast

No I think you are a tool that the fool can't identify... you chip, you chop,you chat as U cheat. You cheer as you shop. I love that u also chant as you talk

Did you say cheat?
You didnt mean it?
Do you know im hurt?
Not in this hut?
The dream just rhetorious
She was gregarious
He gently tapped her
And gently said
Don't shout its midnight
Get to sleep noisy
The night got silent
She just had her first dream in marriage

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Sing Me a Song

Sing me a song
That lacks the lyrics
That you spray through my hearing
Sing me that song
That I would want to hear

I insist and persist
That you must sing me the song
 That will drag me not to resist
That this must be the song 
That you sang that day
Yes that is the song
That my ears yearn to hear
The that I’ve longed for 
That song that, you since forgot
Since I’m all you got

The song you sang last night
Killed the woman in me
It killed the fire
That once lit in me
The fire you lit 
The fire that knits our hearts
Into one big happy smoke
Sing not that again 
For it took away my smile

Sing me the song 
That them fruits
Of our golden union
Will hear and smile and laugh and giggle
Because they don’t understand
Why you stand and land
Why the big you, would giggle and shy
Why you squeeze one eye at me
And I squeeze two instead
Sing me that song 
That explain me this mystery

Sing one not two
That you’ve never sang
To any of your gang
Sing it to the one and only one
A song to be kept
A song to be praised
Not to be left 
A song that will raise
The sinking soul in me.

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Success

Rainy chilly and dull
Are some parts of Kenya today
flooded unpassable
are some roads in Kenya today
most leading to the KCSE centers

 others parts probably sunny
not flooded not rainy today
but one thing I Know
A set of Kenyan students
are set to sit for KCSE

and the best I feel
is the power of success
and the wish for them
the best and sincere I pronounce
Boys and girls all alike
may this be the stepping step
to your bright future
SUCCESS

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I Cant Breath

I feel the choke under the yoke
Of men so dehumanizing
I feel the heel of their rugged boots...
Choking the breath off me
I feel the touch of their tough dark hearts
Smearing at my restless me straining under their strain
I can't breath

I feel it like I were the helpless innocent God made dark coloured paralysed son of man
Dehumanized by the so uncouth not so cultured, heartless sinners of ages. 
I can't breath 

Its not me without me in this island
Didn't God create all of us in his own image.?
Who issued the ticket in the thicket to a thicksome, gruesome, bad to the eyes a scene that God will never approve of?
The thought of it, such a suffocating milestone.!
I can't breath

Who can breath? 
Who will breath?
How do we breath?
How shall we breath?
Who has the answer?
I can't breath!

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Innocence Betrayed

They called her everyday
She responded any day
They were her friends anyway
To no one she had to say
Touch, we touch was the play
Do, we do was the way
But soon was a price to pay
Her innocence so betrayed

The story had just began
She would share with none
The journey was steady and on
So in them she pressed upon
Tender in age born of a woman
She left her soul to men
The men with filthy mane
Betrayed her innocence

They made a play with her
They messed and tossed with her
They pressed their urge on her
It was the best of her
And took the innocence of her
Her innocence betrayed

On a cloudy morning
She had a tale of meaning
Her mother busy cleaning
Stopped to see her giggling
He story was just starting
She caught her mother staring
She was happy sharing
Least for her knowing
Her innocence had been robbed

One tear dropped
Two tears dropped
Mothers love hadn't stopped
Her daughter wasn't raped
She was taught and sapped
Baby was keen and apt
By the game of adults
She had been slapped

Little did angel know
It wasn't play and game now
She couldn't figure out how
Her mother explained how
A criminal offence it was
For the crude group of boys
But sadly as it were
Justice she couldn't afford

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In Tens

AT TENS
At ten listened to all
Saw them all
And did none at all

At twenty I didn’t listen at all
I saw one but not all
I cared the list about all

At thirty I pinched my ears
Listened to one
And worried if he cared at all

At forty I blocked my ears
Everybody spoke
I wondered if I cared at all

At fifty I was fifty
All was fifty, fifty
I was fifty after all

And now all I know
And care about
someone’s been guessing my age