GIDEON BORE

Rookie (kenya)

GIDEON BORE Poems

1. Tale Of Embaa 8/10/2011
2. Virtuous Woman 8/10/2011
3. Longing 8/10/2011
4. Weeds Cease Not To Grow 8/10/2011
5. School Of A Sage 8/10/2011
6. Death 8/10/2011
7. Broken Heart 8/10/2011
8. Missed Call 8/10/2011
9. Abortion 8/10/2011
10. By The Boughs 8/10/2011
11. A Lone Walk In Gardens 8/10/2011
12. Rickety Tenements 8/10/2011
13. Tribaltitude 8/10/2011
14. Little Bird Of Tassia 8/10/2011
15. Up In The Mountains 8/10/2011
16. Carnage Blessed 8/10/2011
17. Love In The Barracks 8/10/2011
18. Nature Talks To The Heart 8/10/2011
19. Drum Beats In The Heart 8/10/2011
20. The Back End 8/10/2011
21. Blue Flower 8/10/2011
22. Song On The Dawn Of… 8/10/2011
23. Slipping Thro’ My Fingers 8/10/2011
24. Acres Of Hunger 8/10/2011
25. What Gift Fit? 8/10/2011
26. Life 8/10/2011
27. Freedom 8/10/2011
28. Morning Dew 8/10/2011
29. Dreams 8/10/2011
30. One Color Too Many.. 8/10/2011
31. On The Shore Gaze 8/10/2011
32. Justice 8/10/2011
33. Mercy 8/10/2011
34. Nature’s Reward 8/10/2011
35. In The Heart 8/10/2011
36. There Was A Time I Wish It Be A Time… 8/10/2011
37. Fragrance Sweet In The Orchard 8/10/2011
38. Memories At Even 8/10/2011
39. Duo Ghost In The City-Park 8/10/2011
40. Greed 8/10/2011
Best Poem of GIDEON BORE

Pride

Read it on the shoulders high,
Like a crown-bird’s stiff neck,
Stands arrogant head, raised,
That suspends a blazing complexion;
And remotely arrogant lips,
Whistling, spurting.
So sharp cutting tongue,
Pause undisturbed on the palate;
And an egoistic inspiration,
Dare to set ablaze,
For him to rise and blaze;
In an intimidating majesty.
Pride, I dare you pride,
Could you live to see the sun-
If humble and meek fell
On an unwakeful slumber.

Read the full of Pride

Acres Of Hunger

After the flashlights sparkle on sweaty faces,
After the sudden tremor in the rugged hills;
Even gales wipe their faces dry-
The moos, wails…a bray, hiss…ssss, whine…
They scrabble for space in this wasteland,
A thunder of spring over distant mountains,
But here dry and sterile thunder without rains
Here there’s no water but dark boulders,
Strata of rocks piled over dark vista of cunning history

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