Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe Poems

81. Pillars We See 11/16/2013
82. Power In The Pen 12/4/2012
83. Respect To Wadu 12/16/2012
84. Rhythm Of The Day 11/12/2012
85. Rolling On Meanders 11/22/2012
86. Rose Tree 3/14/2013
87. Rules Of Chasing Baboons 11/9/2012
88. Search Mind 8/6/2013
89. Shinning Dreamer 11/23/2012
90. Slippery Road 11/17/2012
91. So Deep 11/12/2012
92. So Did My Heart 11/24/2012
93. Sonnet Of Green Nchalo 11/14/2012
94. Summit Of Drying Breath 11/10/2012
95. Swallow Pool 2/7/2013
96. Sweet Mango Tree 4/11/2013
97. Tangerine, A Sonorant Coercer 4/30/2013
98. The Best Gift To Give 1/27/2013
99. The Blessed Land 8/6/2013
100. The Day I Went To Forgone 4/10/2014
101. The Desperate Woman 11/7/2012
102. The Little Things We Say 7/9/2013
103. The One In Glasses 5/15/2013
104. To End In A Slur 1/12/2013
105. To My Darling 3/26/2013
106. To My Lord I Breathe 5/22/2013
107. Triumpant Lamb 12/25/2012
108. Turn From A Desert To Watered Garden 12/30/2012
109. Turn Of Screws 1/31/2013
110. When I Am Closer 4/26/2013
111. When The World Vanishes 11/13/2012
112. White Lonely Bird 11/22/2012
113. Women, Language Of Women 3/1/2013
114. Word Love 5/31/2013
115. Would You Mind 5/7/2013
Best Poem of Paul Mwenelupembe

I Was There

The country descended to rages
The people geared in a gallant smile of fingers
While the mountain on top
Was sending radio massages
Of rocks down the doorway

I was there when I saw a cloud
Covering the stirred terra firma of a crowned Salmon
Peace! Liberty! While lakes filled with hot water
Tampering the great multitude down walkers

I was there when I saw an impious regime
That system was collected with over drifts
With beauty and happiness when sun hand risen
Then it sunk into fallible pieces of embargo
Succumbed, reaaly disturbed in ...

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From Motherland

From motherland, lands a spring of rivers
That gushes out radio waves ontop
And descends down stream with cool water
That feeds our motherland
Look at her meanders, she sneaks into the green land
And sniffes Canaan of today
The head of all lands in her and stands firm in deep sea as a rock
She is an eagle but alioness
That roars on the feet of Mount Zion

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