David Munene wa Kimberly

Rookie - 102 Points (06th January 1986 / Kalimoni, Kenya)

David Munene wa Kimberly Poems

1. She, My Babyshi 2/17/2010
2. Man Moves On His Broken Heart 2/18/2010
3. Slightly 2/18/2010
4. Prat The Untouchable Brat 2/19/2010
5. Toxic Acid Drop 2/19/2010
6. Africa 2/23/2010
7. Break, Recess: She Stayed Away 2/23/2010
8. Wishing You A Happy 'One Day Later...' 2/23/2010
9. But Where Is God In All These? ! 2/23/2010
10. Your, My, Our, Candle 2/23/2010
11. Why I Listen To You 2/23/2010
12. For My Friend Jazz: 2/23/2010
13. Deaf? Not Her Feelings 2/25/2010
14. My Father's Beard 3/2/2010
15. When Friends Don'T Reply 3/3/2010
16. Gloom Nay, Aye? 3/3/2010
17. Fluorescents Of The Skies 3/3/2010
18. Doubt 3/3/2010
19. I Wonder 3/3/2010
20. Our Friendship Oath 3/3/2010
21. Met Her In A Dream 3/3/2010
22. Jasmine 3/3/2010
23. Forgive Me; Am Mad 3/4/2010
24. Don'T Cry My Friend 2/23/2010
25. Our Friendship Ain'T Fateful 2/23/2010
26. The Human Dome 2/23/2010
27. Jazz: The Victoria (Oz) Wow 2/23/2010
28. Consider... Please Consider 2/24/2010
29. Butterfly Haiku 3/4/2010
30. Cry Nay 3/5/2010
31. Black Ain'T Dull 3/5/2010
32. Influenza 3/15/2010
33. God Swept Nairobi 3/16/2010
34. Flower 3/16/2010
35. Mother Theresa's Home (Kiamaiko) 3/17/2010
36. Thieves 3/17/2010
37. Lose It I 3/17/2010
38. Don'T Lose Hope Venkatesh 3/17/2010
39. Lonely 3/25/2010
40. Alien 3/25/2010
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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Today Tore Yesterday

I took a glimpse into the past,
I couldn’t help but be mesmerized so fast
The man uttered in accordance to his grey hair
With a purity untold as of fresh jungle-green air
An earnest speech equitable to not any heard of
Evidently not envying today, the man was pissed off
He wallowed in the nostalgic miasma of history
Without much strain he created the need for his story
I was flabbergasted by the seemingly hyperbole in his lingo

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