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Best Poems Written by Grace Mutindi

Below are the all-time best Grace Mutindi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Time For 'Enough'

Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See - 
We stand proud under the sun’s daring heat
Unmoved by the rain’s beating-
Like sheep we follow convoys of our shepherds 
90% of all that time-
‘Voices with echoes of complains and blames is all we perceive – 
Thrown from this camp to another  
Not solutions backed by actions
And all we do is acclaim by cheers and standing ovations
To statements that represent anything but unity
Anything but development utterances 

Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name 
See – 
We don’t need the opposition or the official
For disunity but not unity are the results many a times
We don’t need one keeping check on the other
Rather see one and all coming together
To not only talk the talk
And not only walk the walk
But to talk and walk the talk and walk hand in hand
For the common good

Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need taking sides
But standing side by side 
For the times we’ve done so, a bitter pill it’s been
North, south, east, west-
The centre is where we all are
Our tribes, our religions and cultures are the genes-
That give birth to us Kenya


It is time to put our feet firmly on the ground 
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name 
Our situation can be a win-win
For our country is much bigger than our bruised egos
And deserving more than the verbal insults we like to share 
Or the physical beatings we’ve turned on each other 
Let our fight be for each other and not against each other
Our leadership ‘now’ be emulation for better regimes in future  
Leaders we need you undivided-
Fellow 'wenyenchi', we need us undivided 
For a people that are divided are a struggling lot
And we’ve been a testimony to this gospel
It is time for enough.

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Prayer of An Unborn Child

Mother; Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know I wasn’t part of the plan
And uncertainty is all I bring-
To a being who’s too young to take on steeper responsibilities
To a being who had set this plan for another time
To a being whose life holds no stability of any kind

Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
My intention isn’t to cause wrinkles to form in your heart
The myriad questions straining your mind
Or to see you with that far-away gaze
For our lives are intertwined -what pains you pains me also

Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know you are under a lot of pressure
From my father who seems to see this the only way out
Your parents, how to narrate a tale that will break their hearts
The society, how to face their piercing watch and talk
Or the pain of the inhumane ordeal that you went through

Mother;Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I would jump out of the haven of your womb-
If only to fill your loneliness with my little embrace
And wipe the sorrow in your eyes with my little fingers
If only to fill your mind with hopeful pictures of what I could be:
Maybe a doctor, a pilot, a teacher, a scientist, a famous artist
Or a leader from a young age who you’d be proud of-
I know this would surely make your heart smile

Mother;Before you do it
I know you’re not a big fan of me now
But like you, God also chose me
And He chose you to carry me
And if He’s been faithful in sustaining you this far
His faithfulness will never depart from our live
So before you do it mother, rethink
And hear this prayer of your unborn-
Give me a chance to live 


©GraceM Composition

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The Honey Pot

I am the honey pot 
Famous for the well brewed bittersweet content within my belly 
Like molten chocolate sweet, only more sumptuous 
Not that I’m a bragger – 
But many have come to me for an ounce of my content 
And I must say; it has them licking their fingers
They can’t seem to have enough of me
But before you judge me a drug – hard or soft; which I’m none
It’s gospel my attraction is just as strong if not more

Having colleagues at all ranks, my fan base is overwhelmingly high - 
Dozen power suits have shaken hands with me
Lucrative business deals sealed in my presence 
Services are efficient under my order 
Law lenient at the mention of my name
Findings less unraveling with me at the middle 
Lands change titles under my brokerage 
A few helping hands more willing at the sight of me 
Small favours too at this age seek me first 
My tentacles truly reach far and wide 

And lest you call me a blackmailer or worse a prey – 
I seek not, but sought after
Hooked as a bait on my colleagues’ preying poles
And cast into the stream of the less fortunate 
To the oceans of abundance 
Where their ever hungry greed is never filled
They care less of my side effects
That range from a sour reputation 
Law catching up if I don’t buy a way out for them 
To the recycled injustices from the days of their fathers 
Injustices that to date rock the social, political, economic arenas  
Bitter side aside– 
I still remain an allure
To them it is survival of the fittest



©GraceM Composition

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Cunning Squirrel

sun’s coat on the maize
here and there the squirrel ducks
leaving her to pant 



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Not My Intention

Every time I see your face somber  
And your tone unhappy
Any day that passes without us talking
My heart grows wrinkles
For your pain also pains me 
And I question if I’ve done anything wrong to hurt you.
I know times when I’m moody-
Hurtful words may slip from my tongue. 
Or I may act irrationally.
But it’s not that I ever want to hurt you. 
And I know I rarely show you…
But my heart beats faster every time you’re not home on time. 
I know I rarely show you…
But a million questions spin my mind every time you don’t pick my calls. 
I know I rarely show you…
But every time I say goodbye, I always wish I’d stay there by your side.  
I know I rarely show you,
But my heart smiles from end to end every time I see you happy. 
I know I rarely show you…
But my concern for you runs far much deeper.
My care for you climbs far much higher. 
And my love for you is unexplainable through words.
So anytime I’m moody don’t judge me harshly-
Just like you, I’m not perfect. 
And though my reactions are out of the line at times…
It’s not that I ever want to hurt you. 



©GraceM Composition

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These Four Walls

Decades have clocked past since we were capped by roof 
As you take your children down the history without and in us
We fondly and times somberly reminisce with you 
When it was just dad, mum and three carefree children 
Now we hold faces of ten -
Mature features of the kids parented within us

How we miss the innocent shrieks of month-olds
The laughter and playful nature your siblings and you shared
Phases changed, wrinkles formed, and one by one, bid bye
The hollow you guys left still is ocean deep 
Your occasional visits became occasional fills 

You talk of mum’s discipline that we know too well;
That she would become this soft someday, we too couldn't have guessed
How your eyes brighten as you elaborate her nightly stitch work!
To testify we can – her now cracking joints are fruits of care, hard at work then 

You fondly recall father’s silent ways of achievement, 
How he taught not through words but by action
We sigh with you to shake off miss’s hard grasp
Feeling your deep regret that not you all, could be as him

The green, brown, gray, yellow hues as well, we picture
 Yes, you did drag your feet to the fields before sun said hi
Yet beams you all were when “healthy colors” repaid your hard toil on the soil  
How sad those glorious seasons come by rarely 

Memory of the first grandchild is a treasure
The dozens more, we call them blessings
Great grandchildren, how they rejuvenate us with their plays! 
Your older sibling would have loved these moments

History’s trickle has to come to a halt, as responsibilities call 
With the farewells, loneliness is ushered, but hey…that’s just life 
We remain standing, gazing with you at the fading figures of your loved ones
Glad for your presence and hopefully awaiting another visit
To go down this inexhaustible memory lane 



©GraceM Composition


Contest:4 Walls (by CT)

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My Home Sweet Home

Your scent, take with my heart
Touch everything with my mind
Each hug closely snuggled within my arms
Before dragging these heavy steps towards the knob
Look around blurry at you, my world  
Hopeful these memories last the lifetime I won’t be here
When melancholy visits away, you’ll be right there waving it adieu 
If missing gets a higher fever, you’ll be the damp cloth to lower it
I wave goodbye to you, my home…. sweet home
But take you with me, where I go   






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Pencil, Pad and Heart

In the middle of the universe I stand
Pencil and pad warming my palms 
All around pictures hang like the solar system 
And my heart fondly wants to reach far like the sun 
I let pencil do its orbit around pad if only to aid my heart 
And I add a touch of good where nonexistent
Lay a pillow of kindness where hardness reigns 
Blow a wind of love in a needed direction 
Firmly stand before injustice’s glowering eyes 
Erase sadness from a dazed gaze 
Draw a smile to unsmiling features 
Pat a defeated look with victory 
Pour out peace into war torn zones 
Doodle sanity over inhuman acts 
Put a microphone up for the voiceless 
I look around and elsewhere see joy, laughter, serenity
Turn the other way and hands are tangled in a stroll 
Perseverance hard at work, kids running around without a care
And I smile as I plant these on this pad
Knowing well these are just words 
But hoping like sun they may reach beyond these situations
And be a balm of hope to someone out there 





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Generous Emotions

If not be love, it be hatred;
        Let me not feel.
If not be kindness, selfishness its name;
        Let me not share.
If not be peace, havoc will I cause;
        Let me not preach.
If not be joy, displeasure takes the throne;
        Let me not spread.
If not be goodness, nothing will surpass my fair line;
        Let me not perceive.
If not be genuineness, it be bias;
        Let it not come out.
If not be sound advice, the ill one will glare;
        Let me not concept.
If not be forgiveness, rebuke it would be;
        Let me not give.
If not be pure, the stench of impurity;
        Let me not desire.
If not be blessings, curses assuredly;
        Let me not utter.
If not be best, worst would be my prayer;
        Let me not wish.

If it be rejoicing, for the right intent be. 
It’s all times I need a bountiful of generosity.
God, wholly instill in me the same.


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I Am a Mocking Bird

Tick…tick… snooze time for night 
morning’s face peek. 
I Stretch out my wings 
a prayer song out my bill  
every morning’s ritual.   
Across the land dash 
where to I sweat my daily bread.
Deep my head here and pick there
and as usual, drawn I am from now
by my rhyme, verse, lyric slices; 
this time, down an aisle of ballads, narratives and sonnets.
From their smell I pick an ingredient or two for my stew 
for within always is a simmering pot
half baked songs, yearn to fully cook.


Mockingbird: finding your soul purpose, recognition of abilities

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