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Best Poems Written by Samuel Muuo

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A Welcome into the Dark

A legendary dark, so thick,
A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched,
My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick,
It felt as though my whole system glitched.

A welcome into the dark cave,
Exhilarating walk from the womb, a step into the mystery,
Where shadows of truth barely behave, 
The haste of rolling days writes the history.

A love missed; he was lost in a drunken haze, 
And vanished in the phase, moments before I could show,
Double pain left a lifelong graze,
Tattooed on my heart but made me grow.

Into the enigma of unburied hatchet,
A tale of betrayal, the knife in the back. 
By his own blood, sealed in casket,
They drank from pain and fed on lack.

Destroying his foundation was their thin little win,
But even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while,
That wade through the swamp was brutal and grim,
But through the murky sky, the dimly dawn cruise is agile.

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The Dawn Visitor

The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who... 
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.

A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain. 

Pulled from beloved slumber, I scan who,
Through my drowsy eyes, I view...
The vivid rattle, truly, she’s a great dancer, 
My ears almost paralyzed by the clatter.

Through the solid unglazed pane its clear,
The morning breeze powers the air,
The lovely melody alarms my doze... 
Tirelessly, she airs her pose.

The shrill stole my focus, 
A lone owls’ hoot – a secret in the sunrise,
The arduous tweet feels counterfeit,
But the unfolding truth won’t lie or cheat.

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A walk in the jungle

Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be.
Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous, each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists.

Recently...in times of growth, our interests may differ. But do interests really matter?
Groups can be fun, yet the smallest things may pull you away.
An impala ram, you are cast out for being a misfit.

If you stay alone, you may feel vain or lonely; though not a weakness.
Some escape into games, movies...accrual of interest.
Yet an innocent soul, this is but a general mystery.
Amid all the haste and noise, you find comfort in solitude,
Sailing the seas of imaginations, where sirens and stars guide the way.
Explore your interests. Your silence and honesty are not invitations to be exploited.

Buffaloes move in herds, lions in prides, yet lonely sloths and solitary bears still thrive.
Stay true to yourself as long as you don’t lose your way.
Your skin fits best, why wear a borrowed cloak?
A lion will always find prey, no matter the economy of the jungle, it never eats grass.
Be yourself.

Truly, birds of the same feather flock together. We are what we can’t let go of and what can’t let go of us.
Why do zebras and ostriches graze together, yet lions and leopards rarely hunt side by side?
Respect others' kingdoms.

Gazelles fear their predators, yet they still go out to feed. Don’t be afraid to live. 
For coming-of-age, life is tough, but its fuel is how you choose to live it.

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A golden jewel

A golden jewel,
A night dazzling crystal,
An expensive gem, valued capital,
A young star, strong and real.

A view on the glow,
A beam in darkened show,
Sturdy in an alarming blow,
Simple and firm like a bow.

A gem unique and rare,
Source still unclear,
With its blinding glare,
Dazzling but hard to bear.

The evolving gem,
The flaming color array in rhythm,
A mile drift, dimming; is the new game,
Still...hope lingers, the prototype will reclaim.

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Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.

Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.

Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.

Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance. 

Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.

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Echoes of Leadership

Amidst the noisy world,
A unique character is bound,
Every creature has a sound,
A little moment shared, will find.

A day cold and drizzly,
Folks remain warm and sturdy,
Thin icy drops cheer their voice,
A dense squall amplifies the noise.

A rough buzz in the debate ground,
Eyes glued to the stand,
A diverging array of political discourse,
Convincingly, to retire the crowds’ doubts.

Cheers to whoever gifts the gab,
Some fellows are a conviction hub,
From thin air, they weave a narrative,
A magnetic tale, captivates even the brave.

A hard, engaging problem,
A simple mind game,
A peasant knows where to expect the most yield,
Conditions, inputs and efforts revealed.

The clock ticks, the dusk is near,
Eyes aghast, stomach butterflies in fear,
Cheers and jubilations crown the best,
Who knows what’s in mystery chest for the rest.

Leadership isn’t confined to a position,
Inability to win over crowd isn’t the end,
The courage to try is a sip of champagne,
Sit with the kings, wisdom ascends.

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The Nestle

A branch, long and slender,
With thin thorny tips, free and tender.
A drop like bag of grass weave sag,
Tied beneath the shreds with a tight tag.

Alone in nestle, quietly sunk,
A fine cool breeze rolls past the bank.
It smoothens and washes each silent piece,
As the nest swings...bringing calm and peace.

A weeping stream of crystal below,
Claims the noise in my mind with its flow.
A rare soft heart in fragile grace,
In that small home, I’ve found my place.

My finer parts in a thin siesta,
While the noon sun glows in golden vista.
A dream unfolds, with crowned truths wide,
Spreading in ripples where calm pools hide.

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The Truth Rolls On

A ceaseless exhibition that stings,
Amongst matchless marvels on world screens,
A pleuritic pain to my soft breath it brings,
Subtle slight pulses caught in baleful scenes.

A blooming rushed pseudo sketch,
Like a snap in harsh lights at a clumsy stretch,
False fury flows through spectators’ veins,
With replays, the cloud of claims still rains.

The loud, jarring noise engulfs the lone truth in flight,
The sleeping streets stir at looming blight,
An unfairly tale, in ink it seals—
An art too stubborn for truth to repeal.

Whether the clear lines finally chime,
The intense stormy atmosphere claims the rhyme,
An erosive strong wind whirls the hail falls,
But a wonderful nature it remains, bravely it rolls.

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Nature

A bright, sunny day,
From a summit, I gaze below,
The clock strikes midday,
What a dazzling sight to behold!

The wind sharp and free,
Blows from miles away,
Rustling leaves in a lively spree,
A masterpiece on full display.

Fresh puffs of breath,
A newborn would testify,
Like bees in a blooming flower bed,
Nature’s wonders magnified.

Breathtaking gulfs, the sky, the seas,
A beauty beyond disguise,
How I shiver in a sudden breeze,
Do you own all we idolize?

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I trust the journey

I trust the journey, it's real,
Sometimes hard, still I thrill,
When it's easy, I try to revel, 
But it's complex, surely I tell.
It was this day, I wish I'll recall,
Drowning in dilemma, beneath a thin dismal, 
My precious seconds exploded, still on what felt unsuitable, 
An unfair choice for I was unable, was I even strong enough to trample?
A bitter peel-I chewed on smooth face, but my mouth still could smile,
I'm still torn-whose way should I trail, I need to cover another mile.
I trust the journey, it's real...