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Elias Mwangi Poem
Madam Grace was my music teacher her name was music to my ears because when she passed everybody chanted her name.
Her skin tone was vibrant and her ringtone was my favorite song,i guess we had something in common;good choice of music
Nonetheless ,her skills were prowess for she taught us how to equalize the pitch
of our voice at various verses.I still miss and cherish the moments during our practice sessions.
Even though she wasn't a rapper,she would always wrap her meetings with
a word of prayer that is the 'Grace' so as to have our Grace for a long time.
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Up and down,left or right,here and there,you are the only God who gives me this and that,help me pass under and over,between and amongst, assists me to jump and slide through obstacles, swim through temptations and roll down gigantic rocks.
Dear Lord I have tasted bitter and sour but your love is the sweetest.
Your blood quenches my thirst and your body satisfies me.
I guess choosing you is better than A,B,C or D and the best than the twelve subjects.Your touch is the best sensation ever felt in my nerves.
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Elias Mwangi Poem
A green day is seen as the sun rises up from the East horizon
The green day which every farmer desire to encounter each and every day,
Day by day as his crops sprout from his tilled land,
The land which he went through toe and nail to acquire,
To acquire that he could have possibly inherited or purchased.
A green day dusk upon the dry elm trees,
The trees which the birds perch and rest on their nests,
The nests which bear the young ones and which they are raised.
A green day rises upon a beautiful nation,
The nation which bears the green colour from the aerial view,
The green which represents agriculture,
Agriculture which thrives best in its economy,
The agriculture which is the backbone of the country,
The agriculture which is the best subject for a student,
The student who burns midnight oil to achieve his success.
The green day band performs music in a concert,
The concert which is packed to the brim,
Brim in which water must be filled to be adequate,
Adequate to water the green vegetables.
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Never have I experienced this feeling before,
So warm, so cozy,so accommodating.I can't rescue myself because you've dragged into this pool of love.
Quench my thirst with your love that comes from your heart which is everflowing.
Turn your eyes from me,they are holding me captive because the look in your eyes,my sweetheart has stolen my heart.
Your love is better than wine, your fragrance better than any spice.
Close your heart to every love but mine,hold no one in your arms but me for love is as powerful as death,passion as Strong as death itself.
It bursts into flames and burns like a raging fire.
Water cannot put it out;no flood can drown it.
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I had to travel miles to find a rose flower then I found you, my flower and alas! My search was over and I had to forget about the rose itself. That’s when my career changed from a florist to an astronaut because I wanted to land you to the moon soon. They said love is blind so pardon me if I trip and fall for you. What I feel for you is a fact not an act. The thought of not thinking about you paralyses me for you are the strength and the centre of my universe. My heart is tailored to love you all season and my hands to make sure that your heart is always refuelled by my love. Forget about Spiderman, superman, batman I will be your man. Whoever said a week starts on Sunday never had you. My love for you has no era and my feeling for you only my administration can handle without being overthrown.
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She walks with her head held up in the clouds,
forgetting that pride comes before a fall.
She is curious and a bad gossiper.
She eavesdrops on other people's conversations,
not bearing in mind that "curiosity killed the..."
Naughty behavior she possesses almost makes majority puke.
Look no further than the steward's place she dwells,
She sips,sips and sips anything within her reach.
She conquers nothing but a foul smell in her mouth.
Look at her!Dragging and meandering her slender body home,
Ouch!The stomach crumbles and she falls down with a thud!
Helter skelterly,she is rushed to the medical center.
Sad faces dominate the place upon her death being pronounced,
Her mother almost dries her tear wells for the loss she has incurred
"oh my daughter,why have you left me?"
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Elias Mwangi Poem
Athletes break world records,
But I want to break your bed.
Great people went down in history,
But I want to go down on you.
Authors write books,
Poets write poems,
I will always write poems for you.
Mirrors reflect images, objects and even people,
So call me a mirror, for i want you to be a reflection of me always.
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I may not own a pet
Coz you are mine to cuddle.
I have a set, let me construct your figure that to many is hard to get.
You shee are like my my browser for you are everything am searching for.
I don’t need a network because I easily connect when I’m with you.
I like your flaws, toes and pose.
You are my desire, my pearl, my book that I don’t want to publish for people to know.
My heart beats for you, my hand writes for you only and my neck’s stiff ate your gaze.
With the many shapes that describe things only ‘u’ fits for it is curved to its finest precision as you.
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Elias Mwangi Poem
The tongue is a dangerous and powerful weapon.
It spits out dung and exposes bhang dealers.
Its color red is conspicuous and attractive;oblivious of its nature.
The tongue is like a fire,it sets the entire course of our existence with the fire that comes from hell itself.
Human beings can tame and have all other creatures tamed but on the flipside has ever been able to tame the tongue.
It is evil and uncontrollable, full of deadly poison.
We use it to give thanks to ours Lord our father and also to curse other people who are created in the likeness of God.
words of thanksgiving cursing pour out from the same mouth.
No spring of water pours out sweet and bitter water from the same opening, similarly let's refrain from speaking evil at all times and all costs.
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Everyday I step outside my house,I look at the sky I stare at every passing clouds,finally by the time I step in its almost dark then I realize how much I miss you I wish you were near me because I yearn for your presence your fragrance and the warmth touch of your hands,like a rising sun I know one day we will be together reunited in a bond of love.
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