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Best Poems Written by Esther Muchai

Below are the all-time best Esther Muchai poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Mama Cry No More

MAMA CRY NO MORE

The most tender I have ever known
The world of never you created
Best example of love a lesson learnt
Mama cry no more

Stranger no more am I to this world
Mama I have learnt its tricks
The hills are lower now, the tunnels are brighter
Mama cry no more


Mama let me dry your tears
I will pop the toaster, crunch the flakes
Spread the marmalade, bubble your bath tub
Mama cry no more


The jet is ready, your ticket at hand
The line will dress you up with the queen’s taste
The fruits of your labour, its time you had the taste
Mama cry no more.

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I Miss You

I MISS YOU
I miss you
When the wind whistles
I hear you call my name
I turn,turn and turn again
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When the aroma fills the air
Memories of you fine cooking
I hunger, empty stomach pains
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When I late for Sunday service
Wish you were here to wake me
I rush, skip and jump to church
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When bad words slip my tongue
A scold, a spank you would give
To keep me straight, right and up
Forever you are gone

Forever you are gone
And forever I’ll miss you
Your name my name
Somehow you still liveth in me
And your dream I will finish.

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Mr President

Every day the news by best jailor
Since my hours run fast through the sweat
To put comas in the bills every month
And fill the never full belly engine
In the midst of the crowd they said
That’s why I wonna see and hear it myself
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President

You said you are the head we form the rest
Guess at the nails you will easily locate me
You start the heading we complete the essay
You alone with your men its cumbersome
You need the millions to move the rail
For our coin to strengthen against the dollar
So from my coach I will listen Mr. President

It’s a bit hot and greasy down here
Our sweat mixed creates killing bugs
Take your coach and listen Mr. President
A list from my local club slowly unveiled
Maybe you can roar from the high seat
And scare the bugs itching our skin
So from your coach listen Mr. President

Our mothers still die on the hallways
Nurses say you stingy for their quality
That private clinic they all labour there
And in your general place, their pity serves
Our babies are examples for best idiots
For classes too congested for one teacher
From your coach listen Mr. President

Other brothers now with sluggish talk and walk
Glue, liquor and puffs been their daily sacrament
No law feared since your men got deep pockets
Uncles killing our fathers for an acre even less
Hearken rural urbanization, I have a degree
For a ranch in favour to dad I will buy
From your coach listen Mr. President


My list is endless and your ears go tire
So the rest I will copy to your deputy
When alone you two wine and dine
Let it top your priority menu
That zealous sleepless citizens you lead
For their country’s love they support you
For a word you say, they work it farther
Off the coaches, lets act Mr. President

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Cry Baby

Toddlers yammering
Grinding wild berries
Misty hopes dwindle
As the rays gray over
Another gaze through the dark
As stars dance round the moon

Boiling degrees melting the night
I wake up to life’s norm
Another day, counted blessing
Dourer than yesterday
Optimistic the Red Cross drives by
Or more graves we shall dig

Whom do I query?
Whom do I turn my vex to?
Who has the reservations?
I believe the milk is not spilled yet
Cheers will still wheel around
Crying tears of deliverance

Strike the souvenirs
Haste to the cries
Behold you save a life
Patriotic to your belief
Don’t let hunger drown us
Tomorrow eager my ministry

Dust will shoe your boot
As you hustle and bustle
Loads will enervate your back
But the medallion is worth
From heaven open doors
Your shack shall brim over.

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I Knew They Were Wrong

I KNEW THEY WERE WRONG

I knew they were wrong
In the northern region
When their eyes cried a river
When their feet stumbled the rocky ground
When hands feeble couldn’t carry a spoon

I knew they were wrong
In the dumpy smelly streets
When she dropped the baby from between her legs
The glue sweet on her mouth
Her eyes so red, her mind out of this world

I knew they were wrong
That day long I watched the reports
My ears longed for a positive message
But deaths, wars, hunger and crimes majored their words
Why do they sit in the big house of sweet baked rich cake?

I knew they were wrong 
When I saw the big cars
Oh it was election time begging time again
Its been five calendars gone since I last saw them
Today their boots are full, handsome pockets for charity

I’ll say it now, coz tomorrow might never be
We have leant it the hard and easy ways
We know their tricks, like the back of our hands
An A we would all score, on their subjects paper
We know their wrongs, its time they made them right.

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My Leaders

Only the disturbing wings of the fly
Hissing at the corners of the gravy room
Who died still a puzzle
Straight heads would pass for a lecture room
Black robed in a modern market square
High benched listen ready to give dictation
Only the spirits could leak their minds

Could imagine waterfalls in their tummies
Shaking hands could pass close for defection
Big shame to full bellies of the evil carrot
Cruel a name added to the devil
But few volunteers add it to their collar
Rumour say banks been working overtime
To quench the thirst of the evil bellies

Well rehearsed would pass for a great poet
Comas, fullstops, gestures perfectly blend
To pin down another Jesus brother
She sang same script different casts
Pontius Pilates palace just an old reference
Barnabas generation risky like waking on a swamp
My humble innocent leaders headed for crucifixion

Bury the truth book but not its truth
Crush the nut but don’t waste the oil
Their skeletons fetch revenue in the museums now
Wisely they grayed, their words scribbled down
Clearly taught what goes round comes round
That every dark cloud has a silver lining
The accusers dumb now, hear their kitchen been so noisy

Snake gives birth to snake not a lizard neither a millipede
Their kids well coached, heirs of their fathers’ degree
Street preachers of wrath, roving sneaky eyes
Ears competing with those of elephants
For a noun to sneak wrongly off ma leaders’ speech
Weary they don’t get, wonder what powers they worship
Pure gold, innocent and brave, God chose my leaders

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Get Off the Sheets

GET OFF THE SHEETS
Dancing in the wild
Tossing in the deserts
Freaking in the woods
Cheering with the birds
A thunder in the midst
Shaking I open my eyes
It’s been a long night
I have to get off the sheets

Warm bath greets the day
Sweet breakfast down the throat
Another busy routine day awaits
Drop off kids and off to work
Piles of files on my in-tray
Smart workmates grin by
Returning mails and calls as usual
I have to get off the sheets

The world was not created in a day
Walls of China also took time
Everyday a new baby is born
And the morgues receive daily
With what difference will I leave
Big shame to take talent under
With pen and paper I rise on stage
For I have to get off the sheets

Her courage, determination won the prize
She too carried on the routine job
But her love to talent was too strong
With bold words and spread arms
She said it all from her heart
And somehow the world listened to her
I too have to get off the sheets

Not the kobo, shilling or the penny
Your belief matters more than that
Biographies been done of former heroes
My name too will be added in the books
My generation will be known of my words
That I rose with pen and paper in the era
That’s why I have to get off the sheets.

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Sing a Different Song

Sing a different song

The neighborhood rotting by day
Air not fresh like was years back
Green nature gone and not to cattle’s belly
That’s why I will sing a different song

The young no longer stands for the old
Fumes oozing from nostrils is their norm
Ladies nakedness now a stripping business daily
That’s why I will sing a different song

The leaders need new memos not written speeches
They read maybe they too don’t understand anymore
Money cant buy character maybe seminars will do
That’s why I will sing a different song

My learned pals are gone to white man’s palace
Their wealth and education, now a waste to society
Scared they will be reaped apart by the hungry society
That’s why I will sing a different song

The northern region, the NGOs hub growing
Dying, hungry and fighting each other
Someone should preach peace louder than the aid
That’s why I will sing a different song

Its been said before but wonder who listened
This I press again, the walls not yet full
Your space still empty for all have to unite
Lets fight the dragons and sing a different song

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The Wife

THE WIFE
The fog smoking to the skies
Architecting more grey clouds
The ticking hands of the clock
Day getting old for more sunrays
With the luggage, I slam the door behind

Praying for traffic to fold up
Ugly devils working round my brains
The brakes should strike, screech with anger
Where exactly will my head lay tonight
If the mouth at home still not glued up

Chatterbox for a wife, willing agent of evil
A blessing confused for less in the brains
The litter flows out in the upper outlet
Words enough to fill a river down the ocean
A recorder would be witness at the jury

Noble men climb mountains for their queens
Go miles to fetch water not sleepy lazybone
They dance and kiss at the cocktails
The tape rewinds on my idle brain
Skies dark, at last pillow comfort my head

Tomorrow I fill my boot before the birds awake
Before the cockerel switches her day on I’ll run
Long trip to endless world with no soon return
Lovely note scribbled to my mother, my dear joy
The single woman my heart forever adores

But down on knees, heart to the High King
Miracles of ancient, heard still exist
Angels descend, its urgent or a soul falls
All gadgets at hand, replenish her every part
Or by the walkside, send me the perfect rib

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The River That Flows

THE RIVER THAT FLOWS
What’s the fizz, sends me scary under the bed
What would be of me if they broke the wooden door
Almighty, Allah, is it possible to turn me invisible
Bang, bang and bang, those must be metal rods knocking
But is the river that flows in the village

If someone was brave enough to hack down the monster
Bones would break, blood would flow but all for a good cause
The clatter is too much as the young men make their puffs
Their chests would pass for a roasted meat ready to be served
But is the river that flows in the village

Everyone wake up, machetes and all you got at hand
Our people need a spiel, before a generation is wiped out
Look at them, marrying on the cheap bottles and strong puffs
Is this the end of my granny’s name, what of development
But is the river that flows in the village

My brother don’t cry anymore, a wife soon you will get
Though most are swept off with modernity, no care to family
They call it independence but what example set to their daughters
Our homes need better foundation, home makers not breakers
But is the river that flows in the village

I stand strong in word and character and I beg you to second
The dragon is not too big for me for I know you watch my back
My parents are old to fight, my children fear their tomorrow
But I step forward to start the change, sign up for support
For this river in the village must flow clean water