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Marugu Mo Poem
I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by
The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by
Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by the road was a troop of baboons
As people walked on by
And a few yards away,
Was the army garrison
A regiment trooped on by,
As a sounder was grazing idly by
And people walked on by
Yes I spied a valley low
Where life carried on slow
Across the road from the cemetery
Where footsteps were dull and hollow
A funeral procession was going on
Yes the trees of the vale
Were tall and forlorn
The sun hung high and lorn
As were the clouds of dawn
As I drove along that road
Away from that valley low
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2024
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Marugu Mo Poem
The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2024
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Marugu Mo Poem
Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range-
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters,
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar
The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned eagle
Will soar, prowling for prey
And tourists peep and picture the fawn
While their eyes prowl the breakfast tray
Jacaranda festooned fashion regal
Its blue flowers blue snowfall upon dawn
Elephants trudge to the watering hole
Buffalo follow, even the bush buck
The warthog always walks silly,
The big five will steal your soul
At the Ark's perch, you will be stuck
The water adorned by the pond lily
The range's serenity, waters your soul
Pristine streams gush from the moorlands
The Hagenia, decked in velvet green
The sword lily, sheathed in fibrous tunic
And as the Karuru falls hit land
True love will pierce to the gene
For pristine nature, is the true cupid.
Breaths bated as lovers hold hand
Further, nestled nigh in the blue skies
The Kinangop peak, peeking through
The closer I get, the further it hides
A sun bird chatters, along my trail's high
My eyes in tune, such wondrous hillsides
I sweat as I head towards the bamboo
I am among the butterflies
Ringlets in a dance, oh! Surreal world
Monkeys swing, tree to tree, a trail of imagination
A reed buck is openly grazing
A canvas of the grassland in its gold
I spot a Serval cat, in hiding
On a safari truck, the breeze is an inspiration
Beauty flows in the altitudes that I behold
At dusk the steeped villages prepare for sleep
The Nyandarua range, yawns its last
Fabled home of the Kikuyu god
Curtain like shadows befall the steep
And this wonderland begins to nod
As the women fluff off days dust fast
Men’s ears wide open as it darkens deep
Wild animals are known to visit
Roving around, excitement for the young
But the animals are known to visit hungry
The locals know too well, memories vivid
An elephant’s wrath is meted out bluntly
Protection for man and beast not far flung
Conservation and nurture is the spirit
As Mount Satima watches her watered floors,
She knows the heart goes deep
Collaboration with njeri hunjeri who is a wonderful poet
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2019
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Marugu Mo Poem
Why should I dream?
Of a time locked in the breeze
The mesmerizing violence of your touch
A tempest bated in anticipation
You, a delicate carnation,
Withering in my hand
In the torrents of our ancient dance
Now you stand in front of me
Like a sandstorm in my face
This maelstrom washed memory
Tell me why should I dream?
Of your moans in the moons gleam
And our highs in the firelight
That ushered your flight oh firefly
And your goodbyes that tinged the night
Those lachrymal ancient nights
Now you stand in front of me
The firefly of my dreams
On these tear-soaked dusty streets
Oh, these dusty streets
Where my dreams of you never ceased
Like the steps we lost in the dust
And you leaving, like a sudden gust
On that windy November day
That rain-soaked memory, dust to clay
And now you stand in front of me
I wonder, where did your firelight lead?
You firefly of my dreams
Now you stand in front of me
Ready to awake my dreams
On these dust-filled streets
With November stolen kisses
Igniting memories committed to dust
On these streets that we called home
Now you stand in front of me
What happened to my dreams?
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2024
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You fell in October, like autumn leaves
Funny it was a hot day.
The avocado tree was budding.
I knew you only a short while,
But it broke me to see your mother cry.
She was inconsolable.
And I thought I was strong,
But my tears could not be kept at bay.
Your friends gathered by your side,
Oh what love they had for you.
Your lover had mourned all he could,
He was the strongest,
Not one tear.
They built you a house in the ground,
So they said.
They built you a bed, never to rise
So I said.
And in love they gathered around you.
And laid you in it.
That was the hardest,
Interred you in red loam.
And this was the finality,
Who would have known?
That your laughter would be so short,
Thirty and one years?.
They said we had to embrace death.
Even come to love and desire it.
He visits one and all.
His cynical finality.
It was hot and sunny today,
But you fell like October rain.
When heaven heaved in storm clouds,
As they entrenched you underground.
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I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.
I have buried mine memories,
Within the chasms of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I
share.
From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.
The memory of you, doth
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,
So I, e'en through the curse of
time,
Memories linger,
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant
companion.
This was my very first poem that I wrote back in 2012. I used to think poetry should be in classical English with thee, thou and thence etc :). But as I joined PS I discovered there are so many forms to work with
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2024
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Marugu Mo Poem
Your hazel eyes ask how long I have waited and longed for you
Ask the raven, how many times I asked to borrow his wings
How many times I have longed to fly to you, beyond the sky
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2019
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Marugu Mo Poem
We slash the miles
Like a blade-bent
On homicide.
As the tar serpent
Rises readying its hood
In heated passion
Sashaying in its midday heat
Playing water mirages
Of dark shimmers
As we sink in its glistening
Endless asphalt river
While the waft of heated rubber
Rises and rises...
Until we are no more
No longer living
In the everyday regulated regular miles.
We are stars
As this rocket-ship transverses
Potholes of ash to a distant far
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2017
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Marugu Mo Poem
Leaving is such a trivial thing
You call it injustice, wont stand for it
Departure imminent.
Your daily bits and bytes
No longer.
What will be left of you
Some ghosts in a search engine?
Empty emotion, empty spaces
Zapped wisdom, but maybe the spirit
Remains
Well, leaving is such a trivial thing
One byte away, one click
Your soul and spirit,
Words and critique,
Hard truths, left in limbo
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2017
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By the roadside sat two men
One a soldier the other a poet
One a warrior among men
The other a warrior of pen
One sculpted by war
The other, horrors of the soul
Each had fought a war
For their souls
One had killed in jungles cold
The other in pages cold
Each to save their soul
These warriors of old
Sat by that road
Where it got clammy and cold
Each in their own thoughts
Each recounting days old
When their souls were lost
One to the gun
The other to the pen
But don't think the poet
A lesser man
For as a boy he became a man
The pages were real death
Forced to kill those ugly men
Who took his soul
It was just a dynamite stick
And the fuse went boom!!
No more turns
Being passed around like a cigarette
By those men
There was just no more
Cigarette smoke breath
And don't think the soldier
Anything less
They were just orders
Kill them!
They were just children
Kill them!
The enemy must learn
Here we mean business
So the two warriors
Sat side by side
And stared blankly
Across the cold clammy road
And in the distance
A storm cloud formed
Then sudden thunder
Each warrior ducked
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2023
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