David Munene wa Kimberly

Rookie - 40 Points (06th January 1986 / Kalimoni, Kenya)

David Munene wa Kimberly Poems

1. Passion 2/17/2010
2. Africa And Africa’s 1/31/2011
3. Down The Aisle 6/7/2010
4. Christ Vs Herod On Palm Sunday 3/28/2010
5. You Don'T Read Africa 3/25/2010
6. Africanize Africa [sestina] 7/27/2013
7. Evil, Oh Lord [villanelle] 8/2/2013
8. Urban Time Vs. Rural Time 10/11/2010
9. My Easter Grief 4/1/2010
10. Downpour In Town 2/17/2010
11. Tears We Cry 3/17/2010
12. I Am Catholic 9/18/2013
13. Deafening Silence 3/4/2010
14. Mentally Challenged 3/15/2010
15. Spider Weds Termite - Haiku 3/25/2010
16. Suspects 4/1/2010
17. Africa Built The World 7/23/2010
18. I Shall Celebrate You, Gilbert 12/21/2014
19. Apprehensive 6/9/2010
20. Little Man; Biggie's Dream 1/6/2013
21. Inside A Slum 3/15/2010
22. Cow - Haiku 3/29/2010
23. To Kimberly, My Love 2/23/2010
24. Beauty Untold 2/25/2010
25. Deaf? Not Her Feelings 2/25/2010
26. My Father's Beard 3/2/2010
27. When Friends Don'T Reply 3/3/2010
28. Gloom Nay, Aye? 3/3/2010
29. Fluorescents Of The Skies 3/3/2010
30. Doubt 3/3/2010
31. I Wonder 3/3/2010
32. Our Friendship Oath 3/3/2010
33. Met Her In A Dream 3/3/2010
34. Jasmine 3/3/2010
35. Forgive Me; Am Mad 3/4/2010
36. She, My Babyshi 2/17/2010
37. Man Moves On His Broken Heart 2/18/2010
38. Slightly 2/18/2010
39. Prat The Untouchable Brat 2/19/2010
40. Toxic Acid Drop 2/19/2010
Best Poem of David Munene wa Kimberly

Passion

The heights of passion
Heighten the heights of action
Deepening the height of destruction
And destructing the actions of construction
Subtraction is not an option of action
Friction might in passion be fiction
Oh passionate passion for a person
How do you impersonate with irritation?

An action that's outta fashion
Like bungalow outdone by mansion
You see not the scenes of sin
As a scene you see that make sin
How then is passion of a person,
supposedly causing him destruction?
That flames ignited consume a fraction,
Of actions with poor ...

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She, My Babyshi

In the 'warmth' of Winter
She curled me in her glory like shiny Jupiter
I shivered in the warmth without breath
She held me with tenderness like a wreath
I knew I'd leave, but in me she'd live
She never gave me one reason to leave
I always thought it would in her make reason
She saw not much of reason like season
I joyed in her embrace like a bracelet

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