Hannington Mumo

Bronze Star - 2,456 Points (17th November 1987 / Kenya)

Hannington Mumo Poems

161. Mad Kalashnikovs 10/31/2010
162. Maggy Magola 3/26/2015
163. Michelle Obama 12/31/2013
164. Moi University, My Alma Mater 8/30/2012
165. Mother Of The Earth -new- 7/20/2015
166. Moving On 2/27/2015
167. My Advice 3/29/2011
168. My Choice 3/10/2011
169. My Father And My Friend 11/27/2010
170. My Feeble Resolve 12/17/2010
171. My Impenetrable World 11/18/2010
172. My Life 11/26/2010
173. My Life At Forty 6/5/2012
174. My Lord 12/18/2010
175. My Name 10/21/2011
176. My Political Bid 2/23/2011
177. My Rhyme 11/13/2010
178. My Rise To Fame 2/26/2011
179. My Simple Tastes 1/28/2015
180. My Slippery Progress 7/2/2011
181. My Tastes 12/6/2011
182. My Trials 11/3/2011
183. My Voyage 8/28/2012
184. Myopic Mortals 11/12/2010
185. Neither Your Love Nor Your Hate 11/11/2010
186. No Enemy O 5/20/2011
187. No More 2/17/2011
188. No More Dreams 4/22/2015
189. No Need 2/7/2015
190. None Else 11/29/2010
191. None Shall Outlive These Rhymes 1/29/2015
192. Nostalgia 3/26/2013
193. Not For The Swift 1/31/2011
194. Nothing Less 12/6/2010
195. Ode To Suzie 5/22/2015
196. Of All Labors 6/20/2012
197. Of Brown Liquids 1/17/2015
198. Of Great Men 5/28/2012
199. One By One 11/22/2010
200. One Evening 5/24/2011
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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Be Calm And Care Prevail

Be calm to identify the path that rolls the east of sunrise
And flee anon from the tendons of vanity and vice;
Launch your axles into toils of sun and sweat,
Let them work out whatever heavens shall bring to pass;
For none has the Lord in their debt
That they should point and prove their case.

Nonetheless labor on for his promises remain unsullied true;
Questioning has not began with you;

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