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The Flow

In deeds of brawn and those of brain,
For a grain to gain and goal attain,
Before these to garner in the fields you go,
Know the flow.

Know the path aright and whence it heads,
And the tools he wants who it treads;
The hood of the way and the mood to wear,
Before you dare.

Mark the might and meander of stream,
Ere its waters to swim you dream;
How slow or swift do the waters go down;
You may drown.

Weigh first the strength of your army and arm,
The economy's how-- whether weak or firm;
And then the opponent's and his tools,
Lest you lose.

If to erect a tower you well may treasure,
The splendor design and its cost measure;
To see which way and what's enough,
So they won't laugh.

Feel the feeling and the font in all,
Of gurus and greats, of a noble call;
 Walk their stalk and talk their say,
Or else, miss the way.

Sail to the sides the winds dictate,
And make the mast with them relate;
Fear not the end, sail on and row,
There, must be a shore.

The flow of fiber of love and life,
The things to acquiesce and cause no strife;
Which ghost to follow, which Power to adore, 
Take the flow.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011



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A Morning of Don David Daewoo

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Inside a specially constructed secret closet was the Danish Daewoo's son,
(It looked like the sacred vestry of the pastor and parson)
Some bold murmur he made, not so long and broad,
Repentance before the cock crowed.

Some cracking you heard of a page perused,
(Was thought of a Bible he privately used)
Some sibilant whistle and a beautiful baritone hum,
Some morning worship by the charming chum.

Then to the gym and again to the lawn,
A little karate and building brawn; 
A walk and stalk and he ran some rounds,
And he Said, "I hate much fat, I gonna pour some pounds."

Now the sweated don would go for a shower,
And liked it cold in that morning hour;
Two eggs and milk and he left the door,
To be in lab again, and finish before four.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

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Easy-Going Women

Easy-going women commit no crime;
Methinks these only save time.

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Hold My Hand, O Lord

Hold my feeble hand, O Lord,
For where to step I can not behold;
My feet are frail and I am effete,
Hold my feeble hand, O Lord.

I am devoid of sense and I lack the sight
Of Savior's steps on the way of light;
If left alone I never can trace,
Hold my hand, lead me to the right.

I know the mission on the Calvary's tree,
And by the blood that shed I yearn to be free;
But the devil does to flatten me down,
So hold my hand and ever near be.

A cloud so dark has blinded my eyes,
A spirit so sly caresses my thighs;
In guise I'm tempted and can't override,
Hold my hand, deliver me to the skies.

They've besmirched me and broken my heart,
They've battered my back I am sorely hurt;
So I pray to you O lord of Peace and Love, 
Hold my hand and heal my part.

The storms are strong and tempests rise,
My yacht is wretched and I'm no wise;
The hippos may rejoice and crocodiles chuckle,
Hold my hand, pick me from demise.

I want to be founded and firm in faith,
And heed the walk Your Word saith;
Cause my eyes to see and my sense be sage,
And fine tune what my tongue saith.

So let me carry no other concern,
Except your will in form and turn;
Confirm my stand, my posture preserve,
So I and Jesus will to Heaven return.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

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Until My End

As I Lay Here,
I can feel your every breath,
I can smell your flawless skin,
and I can hear your every thought.
It kills me to know that we have just met,
When it feels as if I have know you for a lifetime.
I hate that all we know in life is hate,
Yet when we talk to each other,
It's always about fate
Maybe I should think this over,
Build a new life,
And involve you in it,
Start from the beginning,
And refresh your healing.
I can become your bodyguard,
Protect you from all unknown evil,
Or save you the heartache she caused you, as you have saved me
and help you rebuild your life,
like me, all new.
I know it sounds strange, but I think I love you.
Not in the way you've been loved before,
But in the way I see,
You and me, we were meant to be.
Even if we only remain friends,
I will stay here with you,
Until my end.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2012



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Nothing But Prayer

Born to this world, caused to live,
the dragon's hand of malice must meet you man;
To be only safe away from the strife in Jesus believe,
And this, only by prayer you can.

You are a target prey for the claws of death,
The bearer is cheeky and cunning a betrayer;
To flee from his fire, to have a free breath,
No way but by prayer.

Tempests are a threat and times are tough,
And lures wear guise to look like Lore;
To override the clouds and meet with Love,
Only by prayer you defeat the foe.

To give you Good and Mercy and Blessing and More,
To be a chosen child, a perfectly scoring player;
To anoint you with power to deal the devil a blow,
Nothing but prayer.

To heal your wounds and cover your scars,
To turn your sorrow into joy and peace;
To golden your all to glitter like stars,
Nothing but prayer can eternally lease.

To form you fit a Savior's bride,
And qualify thus for the Heavenly Layer;
At last to the Father with Jesus ride,
Nothing but Prayer.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

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Give Me a Space

In your heart give me a space
Generous and loving as is your face
And I will enter my full and whole
And be your love of heart and soul.

And I’ll hold you against my chest
And I’ll believe in you as always my best
I’ll feel your heart beat into mine
As we sweetly kiss as fond is fine.

I’ll seldom wander for an extra want
For none than you I think is more elegant
I’ll live with you today and tomorrow
 Cherishing delight and chasing sorrow.

Give me a space in your love and life
So I be your husband and you my wife
And I’ll give my all to God and you
And I’ll be honest, and I’ll be true.

We’ll share a breath and a bite of love
And bad romance to excite the nerve
We together will dance and jointly sing
And say ‘we do’, and wear the ring'.

In your heart a space please
And you forever become my miss
My life and all will be your own
And now we can in love drown.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2012

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Four More Years

Four more years
Four more years
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

To continue the journey 
Begun four years ago 
To score aimed goal
Four more years.

To let not die 
The farsighted story
Of American Dream
 Four more years.

To keeo the economy
Always on the move
For America built to last
Four more years.

For jobs well paying
And hi-tech making
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

To leave no child behind
For most modern school
To teach hope forever
Four more years.

To restore strong
Monetary and Market Trust
To end phony wasteful bets
Four more years.

To enhance brotherhood
And sisterhood for all
To teach well shared destiny
Four more years.

To rekindle the old
But timeless values
And ideals foolproof
Four more years.

To prove all right
The proud life story
Of Yes We Can
Four more years.

To bring around peace
And end needless wars
To kill more Osamas
Four more years.

To advance responsible government
Of and by and for the people
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

From Juneau through Augusta
From Sacramento to Springfield
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

Blacks of Bismarck and whites of Washington
All Baton Rougers  and people of Pennsy
Iowans and Ohioans choose Obama
For four more years.

To fully save a planet in peril
And help stop rising Atlantic
 Allow Obama continue the story he begun
For four more years.

From Tucson to Topeka
From Denver to Dover
Barack Hussein Obama 
Four more years.

From North to South
 From West to East
From inland to islands
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2012

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I Had a Dream

I had a dream yestreen:
There was darkness' and light's, And I stood between;
To the side of light I looked with a sigh,
There men spent ineffable rights, by and by.

There love was a sea, and virtue was virgin,
Thus I tell and believe me, I was compelled to go in;
In a mansion of pure golds, where pence ever smell,
They welcome lords, and I rich I got as well.

Peace I found long and wide, faith I met even,
Abysmal never betide, those confess are forgiven;
With elation profound, now I walked like mighty,
On this humble ground, on the land of light.

There respect roams around, for the old, by the young,
There birds knit melodies aloud, only beautiful and earlier unsung;
Nothing there at once relents, even the ants of soil,
His vowed great intent, to make some content boil.

A people of looks fair, God's honor and rare,
And wisdom enough and spare is a source-gown they wear;
Where noble judges reign, and honor to souls prevail,
And every mind is sane, and none ever wail.

Now I hold my money to count, the much I may have earned,
Hoping for a great amount, as I have ever yearned;
But I feel I hold a lump, some like no pence,
Deftly I light a lamp, and watch linen with diffidence.

And thus I sit disconcerted, then, to visualize the vision I contemplate,
How I become positive hearted and idleness hate!
Set to curve a history might, silver and gold to mine,
Appetite for sophistry right, on virtue to dine and wine.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

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The Covenant

When I was about score less one,
I met with power of an immortal foe,
I say true Satan is not just a simple fun,
So I strained in vain where safe to go.

The spiteful spirit was up and down to maim my loin,
And though I ran a refuge secure could no behold;
On the verge of death some voice I heard "Of Jesus join,
And troubled man you'll be safe," so the sound told.

So a brother's Bible I borrowed and read 
The rewarding deal in John's three of ten and six,
And the good they gained the saints who on right tread;
And I said, "I will with the Salvation Army mix."

But the Voice came again and I heard it say,
"The Master's will you must attain;
Be honest and repent and repeatedly pray."
And the deal was sealed with no more bargain.

That's the Covenant and how it came,
And still it's lively and will live to remain;
I will be firm and bold to avoid the blame,
Work hard and worship to the bond sustain.

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

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