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Best Poems Written by Honesty Oimbo

Below are the all-time best Honesty Oimbo poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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When the Rain Shall Come

When the rain shall come
 When the new day shall be
 You and I will rejoice
 For the rain will wash away
 The painful seasons of tyranny
 For the new day shall bring
 A dawn of a new hope
 The hope to continue living
 
 Long days of waiting for rain
 Have never been easy at all
 But when the rain shall come
 The drought shall run to hide
 As a gush of rain water
 Quenches the dilapidated dusty ground
 And you and I shall
 Drink the water of the rain
 As we curse the dying dust
 Of the dead drought,
 When the rain shall come

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God Is Born

A virgin has sired 
        forth God,the sheep praying Him,
Earth racing for Him.

Those not among the sheep
Will hurl a sharp spear at Him.

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Baby Samantha Pendo

The morning illuminated her face:
While deep in a sweet sleep she wondered why
She couldn’t see through the glowering darkness;
But in the morn she was amazed at the light –
Though she did not know that it was called light,
And where it did come from no one told her:
What does half year old baby understand!

Her eyes were beautiful heavenly stars
And her face was the morning eastern sky;
The patriots of our great country regarded her,
So the splendor of a future nation was greater 
For she would be the sun-smile of tomorrow
When today’s sun would set away.

The morning illuminated her face:
But, so sad, a bullet came from the heart
Of the jungle, from the mouth of a tiger
And burst into her half a year old head.
Hear all of you: so the babe died.
Her dead face was full of sparkling tears:
The tinsel on the lifeless face, was end of a future.

Notes :Baby Samantha Pendo was killed in cold blood in Kisumu City after chaos erupted following the 08/08/2017 elections in Kenya.

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A Cat On the Tree

A cat up on a tree.
Watching a dog barking crazy-
Looking up-
At the tree...
The cat laughing 
At the helplessness
On the ground.

The cat up on the tree.
A dog on the ground-
Unable to climb-
The cat a witness.
As the floods
Sweep away the dog.

The cat up on the tree.
Smiling.
As the dog is drown
In the water-then,
Disappearing.

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Tears of My Mother

When my mother moaned
As she witnessed her daughter depart this life
I was touched by the glitter in her tears
        Tears of emancipated love,
         The sort ordinary in a woman
         That is not faked or imperfect;
But my father admonished me
That her tears were psychologically adulterated,
That her tears were meant to delude me-
After all fatality of a son is more devastating.
         I did not accept as true what father told me
         For I knew the lie in male psychology
         So I ran from him without looking back
And followed mother to her bedroom
And I wiped away the tears from her face:
         She was my mother
         And I was her son
I could not let her cry alone.

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The Passion

in the heat of her
 passion myself produced
    geysers of life.

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Tears

The sky cries water always
       without taste
 human eye tears of salt

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My Eyes

my eyes are so dark
 and the sun in my sky dead
 So my soul is blind
 but tomorrow a morn star
 shall take a way the night

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The Cave

When I entered the 
           cave i met with darkness
of the devil's wrath

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The Wonderful Woman Buried There

The wonderful woman buried there 
Molded me in her hands with vision’s care
Of enthusiastic pot maker’s creativity;
Ushered me in this world of cruelty
And gallant gave me her sweet breast
Of milk so my spirit was the joy’s crown;
She held me tight in her balmy bosom
So such sincere sense of security
Handed me everlasting love of purity.

The wonderful woman buried there
Gained me my identity as sturdy as a snare;
Her great feat in edification
Lent intellect to my premature years
Hence now I stay alive wholly because of her-
No human race can subsist without mother.

The wonderful woman buried there
Self-sacrificed herself on the cross’s jolt
Flaking searing tears of salt through droughts 
So I may grow to be a man neigh naughty
But a man educated deeply like her-
 When the tears fell on my countenance,
The tears did not taste of salt
But like the crack of dawn’s sun.

The wonderful woman buried there
In that sinister sepulcher, beneath the cross
The lady whose epitaph reads:

‘Herein rests lady, Dr Trusila
      PhD Social Motherhood,
A committed mother, sociable worker,
Human liberation seeker,
      The sun for her lone son….’

The wonderful woman buried there,
 The brilliant woman who gave me life
That woman who is masked there is my mother.