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John Ngugi Poem
You time my heart
Day and night
you see my innocent heart
Night and day
you think of me
Day and night
You fill my heart
Day by day
With empty promises
You fake a smile
At night fall
When I need you the most
You fill my heart
with empty promises
I thought I was wise
Days will make me wise
you lofty empty promises
Haunt my soul not
from that lips of you
I thought you were an angel
But it was just a dream
You left at the crack of dawn
Filled my bed with empty promises
Time wont pass me by
Leave me and I will be free
Your heart owes me nothing
But just empty promises
Go in peace and love
I need to have an everlasting promise
you empty promise
I send you away
Send you away in light
my soul is free
The freedom I deserve
Go in peace and love
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2014
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That great feeling for you,
Seemed strange to hold'
Heart gripped with love'
Love that hurts like death'
Though death induces sorrow'
Your love gave me grief'
Grief so hard to fade'
Grief so hard to bear'
Love torn my heart away'
Torn away in shreds'
And still you careless'
Caressed by your second match'
Is death upon me?
Do you really care
Yes I cared for you
And that care to die refusing'
May who still know
The graves in my heart..
You the first to visit?
The first to be buried....
Long forgotten not,
Call my name and will listen'
Funny when you are gone,
The heart loves you more,
Is love and death related?
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2013
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I am the long shot.
I am the one they never so coming.
I am the life beat of a heart once dying.
I am the old horse that keeps kicking.
I am truth in a world that keeps lying.
I am the runner who though the race ends,
Keeps running.
I am the dancer who keeps moving,
Though the curtains falling.
I am the raindrop that split the earth
I am the straw that broke the camel’s back
I am the bullet the vest couldn’t catch
I am the arrow the armour couldn’t stop
I am the pebble that cracked Goliath’s skull
I am the hair grown back on Samson’s head
I am the longshot
I am the manifestation of a revolution
I am the symbol of a new generation
I am the underdog who becomes champion
I’m Del Monte: picked, not just chosen
I am the voice they can’t mum
I am the song hope cant stop but hum
I am the last of a dying breed
Yet its hope that i bleed
I’m he whose passion is a creed
Created by God’s decree
I am the ‘f’ that made lame hot like flame
I am the ‘g’ that made low glow
I am change. I am difference. I am uniqueness
I am wine from The true vine
I am what you cannot be
I AM ME!
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The distant past
whishpers across
the lonelly valleys echo
with fear and distrust
It captures the heart
And takes it to a ride
Their echoes sre heard
In that distant past
The valleys listen
And bow down in honour
Their red tears
Afraid of wiping them
Reality hidden far away
Far away in the distant past
In heart muscles they align
Just above reality
When the echoes open their heart
We get dismayed
Lonesome bewilder our hearts
The hearts that soon crumble
They soon meet with the ancestors
Who in a rude shock wonder
How soon and young we join them
The echoes remain still
Untill the valleys
Stop whispering
but our hearts are a battlefield
Where emotions fight
the fight of unending battles
untill soon we depart
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2015
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Silence, darkness.
Not a light in the furthest
Reaches that my eyes can test,
And yet,
There’s a shimmer, a glimmer,
A hint, a rumour,
Of hope yet to come.
A tremble in the earth.
Trembling expectantly, eagerly.
And as that shimmer, ever brightly,
Increases, the tremor afoot, charging
Almost an earthquake,
I finally see it!
That light
That ever-so-spoken of light.
A glimmer, a shimmer…no more
But now, a beacon
A herald as it beckons
Drawing my tired limbs to the horizon
Hope, potential
Unstopped, raw, expectant.
Stuck to the shaking ground,
Ignorant of the sound,
A clank, a roar, a whistle.
A rush of air, oncoming,
Right for me; crushing me
Too enticed, engrossed, absorbed,
To get off the tracks,
Of the oncoming train.
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Promises and Memories Promises, they say
Are made to be broken
We make them, everyday
But most are always forgotten.
Memories, I know
Always die with time
Some go fast, some slow
But soon, they all sublime.
The promises we make
The memories we made
They make us or break
Our hearts alive...or dead.
Promises and memories
Keep us stronger, still going
Happy amidst the worries
We live on, always hoping.
Promises must exist
Even if lies lie in them
Memories must enlist
For in them lies life's emblem
Lies.
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2014
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Nightfall is near
Another day coming
What will my heart turn to be tomorrow
Another moment to cry is here with me
For darkness is here
I hear a sound there
My heart miss beats
I cling close to my bible
For danger lurks in darkness
I say short prayers every moment
Every single second I breath
This loud bangs deafens me
joy of the night is no more
Life with everything
But without anything
Peace is everything
I looked up to people
But that peace never to be
I cling to my bible
The only comfort I had
That comforting voice guarded me
Through the storms of turmoil
I cant escape this soothing voice
Cause it holds me firm
feeble I may look
But strength from God keeps me
We will stand even if they fall
Peace is all the hearts need
We cant keep our tears in the pocket
Cause hiding them is betraying peace
Peace gives everything
hold my hand and I hold yours
Lets walk together via this
wipe my tears as I wipe yours
We are brothers we are sisters
I love you all
Love me all
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2014
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You are a bird in a piano
Atonal with broken wings,
panic flight of triplets
That hammer both lacquer and bass
Lieder of a bloodied beak
and shocked, artless eyes;
All the notes you play
Are glued with flightlessness
the tone of air stolen
the sky closed and dark
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Is it joy or pain,
Can't even understand,
And yet wailing,
For that lost heart'
Lost an gone,
Gone with the winds,
Leaving that emptiness,
That the heart deserve not,
That the eyes cant withstand,
Afresh they rain,
Rain with tears,
This is what yesterday left,
and still today brings the same,
Is this joy or pain,
where is your turbulent smile?
Is there a joy in your heart'
while mine is hurt and still,
but you can just remain still,
you have a heart of stillness,
ironically sympathetic,
just to lean on me,
when you left,
a second chance left'
left not for me,
yet that is a lost soul,
for ever lost,
is this joy or pain?
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2013
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silence the mother of knowledge,
come and possess my tongue,
For the things I see,
Bewilder me with heartache,
silence the father of healing,
come and heal this broken heart,
silence my gold,
Enrich me with knowledge,
Knowledge to know the present and the past,
Silence the pilot of faith,
Let me see the reality,
conceal the hearts of the one I love,
In silence I doubt their love,
In silence they tear y heart so bad,
Silence will you rescue me?
Copyright © John Ngugi | Year Posted 2015
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