Hannington Mumo

Bronze Star - 2,665 Points (17th November 1987 / Kenya)

Hannington Mumo Poems

161. Macabre Massacre 4/4/2015
162. Mad Kalashnikovs 10/31/2010
163. Maggy Magola 3/26/2015
164. Michelle Obama 12/31/2013
165. Moi University, My Alma Mater 8/30/2012
166. Mother Of The Earth 7/20/2015
167. Moving On 2/27/2015
168. My Advice 3/29/2011
169. My Choice 3/10/2011
170. My Father And My Friend 11/27/2010
171. My Feeble Resolve 12/17/2010
172. My Impenetrable World 11/18/2010
173. My Life 11/26/2010
174. My Life At Forty 6/5/2012
175. My Lord 12/18/2010
176. My Name 10/21/2011
177. My Political Bid 2/23/2011
178. My Rhyme 11/13/2010
179. My Rise To Fame 2/26/2011
180. My Simple Tastes 1/28/2015
181. My Slippery Progress 7/2/2011
182. My Tastes 12/6/2011
183. My Trials 11/3/2011
184. My Voyage 8/28/2012
185. Myopic Mortals 11/12/2010
186. Neither Your Love Nor Your Hate 11/11/2010
187. No Enemy O 5/20/2011
188. No More 2/17/2011
189. No More Dreams 4/22/2015
190. No Need 2/7/2015
191. None Else 11/29/2010
192. None Shall Outlive These Rhymes 1/29/2015
193. Nostalgia 3/26/2013
194. Not For The Swift 1/31/2011
195. Nothing Less 12/6/2010
196. Ode To Suzie 5/22/2015
197. Ode To Timeless Beauty -new- 8/20/2015
198. Of All Labors 6/20/2012
199. Of Brown Liquids 1/17/2015
200. Of Great Men 5/28/2012
Best Poem of Hannington Mumo

Late Love

Are you the Aphrodite of the Greek tales
Or the Artemis who admirers drooling sent?
No, for Aphrodite had her little flaws
And Artemis the fortunes of Orion bent.

Nor are you the stunning star that the Magi led.
For the over-told story of the Magi is as old as dirt
But your drowsy rounded eyes look so cunning fresh;
The kind of tools that the will men pervert.

The famous Ishtar cannot be your match
For she lured with looks in order to kill;
And Inanna may have tried to rival you a bit
Had she not given in to Dumuzi’s antique skill.

And tired ...

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Hearts Do Throb

(For Kenyan athletes assiduously winning medals in Commonwealth games in Delhi, India; 13th October 2010)

A patriot to death my heart does with satisfaction throb
For yours is praiseworthy an effort and so sterling a job;
You’ve crowned us with gold and silver and bronze
And which is pricelessly more, a dignity so noble
That our hearts do throb with pride and dance.

The world would better about us embrace second a thought,

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