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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
When she was born she had no father,
spent nights in the streets to feed her mother,
who was diagnose with a disease cancer,
she strolled the streets naked for suitors,
the life was worse she became a call girl.
As the sun rose she headed to her homestead,
weak frail with nothing to show but her instead,
she saw her her mother still as a log dead,
she shoved her side to side but she was dead.
She sobbed and wept for three consecutive weeks,
her relatives came and tried to comfort her weak,
her body was soul less for she was now alone,
living this life without her parent was steel hard,
As the months passed she could not pay her rent,
her landlady threw her out like a rat to pitch tent,
she lay by the side work she now call her house pent,
begging was her routine just to collect small cents
Every night she wore a half knitted dress,
ready to sell herself because she was a mess,
every suitor passed her because of her scent,
she was now devastated almost to the edge of death.
One day as she begged beside the street,
her self surrounded by dirt covered in a sheet,
a man saw her and felt pity on her soul,
he took her by her hand and told her come.
Like a good samaritan he clothed and fed her,
told her to clean up for she would be househelp,
she neither rejected nor accepted the offer,
but when evening camethe house was clean.
In years to come she became the talk of town,
The good samaritan married and left her in town,
She was now stable fit for her to bear a crown,
as she is now the director of the biggest orphanage in town
Life may seem cruel at some point in time,
but know that god has a way to change it,
we may live on the edge of of life,
but just believe and it will be alright
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2012
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
a Crime is but a vengeful word that splits us open like a cadaver impairing our
'''Normal routine with vengeance greed impure thoughts that leave our
neighborhoods in fear the rage that is felt only suppressed to us with pain
not able to express
not able to relive
not able to control
the unjust use
of armories
the use of a
G......U......N
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2012
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
Let the sun gaze upon your wonder,
As the ray portrays your complexion,
As the light illuminates your beauty,
And the vitamins accrue in your temple.
Let the wind blow your glamorous hair,
As you sway it from side to side lee to wards,
Like the acacia trees in the meadows of the Mediterranean,
Like the tall rainforest trees that send be-rays into the soil.
Let the earth melt in your beauty,
The sun freeze in your presence,
The galaxy decreases due to the envy feeling deep within,
The fact remains you’re a creation that testifies time.
A relic that will be treasured for eternity,
Never be stored for the rich swayed for the famous,
No wealth to befit neither a king nor a queen can entice thee,
Only put in a museum to be regarded as a priceless antique.
The curves upon your hips the shape upon your body
The strides upon you peacock, the cat upon your walk
You’re a marvel that needs no definition but imagination
Let no man ,woman, animal, spirit or ancestors say a word.
For the only true word that will hail you magnificent is…….
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2015
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
What is love?
Please define the word to me like an infant,
Elaborate like the alphabets from A to Z,
Give me meanings that will a shame a storm,
Give it sense so I can grow and understand.
What is love?
Answer my question and do not include riddles,
Take me to the mountain but don’t explain in parables,’
Float me in the see and wash my feet with fish oil,
Guide my path like a Buddha and give me knowledge.
What is love?
Hearts break after enduring the agony of its meaning,
People perish from the plague of the venomous word,
Souls are breathless when they encounter the phrase,
But my question still lingers what does love mean.
What is love?
Born by the phrase bred by the world surrounded by lust,
Like a cloud with a spot of sunshine that blisters the storm,
A rainbow of meanings without an end to collect the golden pot,
Paraphrase it if you may but kindly elaborate the true meaning.
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2015
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
The cry
of a wailing
child in the
streets,
The
gun
fire blazing a rhythmic beat,The scorching
sun roasts her body
like meat, Tear shots
gas rents the vacuumed
air as she weeps gem drops,
Life is unfair to the little one
Lost for a place to call her home
Shes stranded amid the chaos,
Her helpless soul only feels fear,
She strolls the streets tears cascading
Like a soaked sponge her tarted clothes are,
Held tight is her cherished blanket,
For the world is crumbling upon her feet,
She understands little of the deceit,
Now secluded under a building rumble,
Her arms around her body for warmth,
will she live to see another day as war the lengthens.
Shots are heard from a distance fear is instilled in her as her blankets falls to the ground
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2013
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
under dressed cold
war besieged African child
death is a constant
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
Deny me the right to eat,
Deny me the right to sleep,
But don’t deny me my right to live.
Subjected to your gazing eyes,
As I pass without being shy,
Myself a being that cannot be defined:
A relic that is adored by the sages,
The beauty that lies within,
Compact like the suns core,
Hotter than the molten lava,
My creator made me me.
The size is my choice to bear,
The curves is my choice to keep,
My weight is my choice to have,
My pace is my stride to strive.
Before you look at the speck,
Look at the concept of every step,
Because the speck in your eyes is
A lens that was created to see not judge:
To speak ill of my size is an offense,
But on my defense I appreciate the intense.
The coverage that cannot complete my beauty,
Please let me gain to my level feet
I was created by the image of God
Please let me be and stop staring please.
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2015
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Jermaine Kirimi Poem
The tail upon the broken glass
darkness surrounds a haunted soul
An eclipse rents the stolen mans home
trauma engulfs the woodpile homes
webs coat the wooden pine wood
crawlers inhabit the deserted home
the tale of death screams on the door
dark walls with illusions of fear
silhouettes is seen by the corridors
the old man warns with just a whisper
death defines the fire hazed home
tragic event left all inside ablaze
Morning rays blister upon the windows
meals are hot meat served on wood
the day he dares not to remember
heart almost platinum gem encrusted
he seeks no time to get counsel
but seeks reprieve instilling fear
He sits and stares into the sun set
pipe on his lip as he sings a tune
Woodpile is sorry for his loss and family
he sheds no tear and covers no tear
he burns inside Mr Old man Jonah
History of woodpile family fire
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The lion hisses a roar in the farm,
as the chirps of the cat rents the air,
a hound slithers into den of the sheep,
the morning comes darkness is in the air,
The children work parents play in the garden
the goats are barking as the chicken are milked
the cows scatter as the farmer picks their eggs
For the farm is clean and the floor a mirrors reflection
The wolfs meow is heard from the distance
Tension rents the household as children's cluck about
The farmers hooves are heard as the cars heart throttles
Lions courage is felt in the chicken as he bows his shot gun
A chase ventures to the early morning of the evening
Brave hearts lead the wolf into the dark creepy farm of forest
Light fills the void the farmers see not what he wants in the darkness
Yet this is another day in the life of a farmers behavioral family habits
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The Thirst that lingers under the Crust,
Sharp twisted Fate within the Core; I begin,
Will I begin or end it by Begging, I begin,
Love not Lust that is a cloud always above,
Lust with Love; under the silk sheets of like,
Taste of Life’s tempts of endless attempts,
First a Fist that splits a thrust of fights,
Firm as pillars pyramids still as metal: Loving.
Upon the storm a ray blistering for a Rainbow,
The storm passing the illusion of seduction,
Braving the intimate gesture of love that lasts,
Hope is met and embracing the light of life,
Beginning to understand truth based begging,
I begin with love and not like to live for lust.
Copyright © Jermaine Kirimi | Year Posted 2015
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