Merlin Mwaura

Rookie (19th May 1987 / Kenya)

Merlin Mwaura Poems

1. Water Drops... 7/28/2008
2. Pillow - Less Bed... 7/28/2008
3. I Got This... 8/5/2008
4. Ladies... 8/5/2008
5. Dirty Shower............... 8/5/2008
6. Arrest My Thought...! 8/5/2008
7. Beauty....Look Not! 8/5/2008
8. Sand Dance...... 8/5/2008
9. Behold! ......Tandi. 8/5/2008
10. Drowning............ 8/5/2008
11. At My Feet! 8/5/2008
12. Phone Call...! 8/5/2008
13. Windmill… 8/7/2008
14. Go Somewhere....Where No One Can! 8/12/2008
15. Hail Ye Poets Of The Great! 8/18/2008
16. Filth, Foul An’ Ferment 12/10/2008
17. Definition... 12/10/2008
18. A.G.R.E. [ African Genius Rhythmically Elevated ] 12/10/2008
19. In This Mind... 1/14/2009
20. Breaking Free… 2/18/2009
21. A Poisonous Air... 3/9/2009
22. No Prison Of Mind 5/7/2009
23. God's Children... 6/8/2009
24. Live Your's Right 6/8/2009
25. Passers By.... 6/8/2009
26. The Ink... 6/8/2009
27. Where The Air Is Thick! 6/8/2009
28. Like Clock Work 6/8/2009
29. Lend Us Your Strength Forefathers! 6/8/2009
30. My Tragedy... 8/29/2008
31. What Does It Do_What Do You Do? 8/29/2008
32. Merlin....An' The Poet. 9/3/2008
33. Tomorrow... 9/3/2008
34. Dungeon Trade… 9/17/2008
35. Red Letter Tonight... 11/25/2008
36. Leaf And Pencil.... 12/10/2008
37. All It Takes..... 12/10/2008
38. In My Pocket..... 12/10/2008
39. Hail Caesar! 6/8/2009
40. Into The Darkness. 6/8/2009
Best Poem of Merlin Mwaura

' I Do...'

I do...
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
ghost eyes,
cold thighs,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.

Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
my darling!

I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
Keep...

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Behind Bars.........

Clutch in the morn of nine,
a little girl cries her tears out.
'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are...
is this not the much spoken, girl child.
Her right of education infringed to me, 'tis my view.
How else do you explain this 10yr old,
clutch on rusty bars in this cold.

It is my folly not,

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