Hannington Mumo

Silver Star - 3,566 Points (17th November 1987 / Kenya)

Hannington Mumo Poems

81. A Cloud 11/21/2010
82. Wisdom's Call 11/22/2010
83. Success 11/22/2010
84. One By One 11/22/2010
85. The Last Words Of Sentinel Sarajev 11/22/2010
86. It's Me! 11/22/2010
87. A Poem 11/22/2010
88. A Slave Of Muse 11/22/2010
89. Faith 11/23/2010
90. The Eye 11/23/2010
91. The Ear 11/23/2010
92. I Shall 12/5/2010
93. The Indefatigable Resolve 12/5/2010
94. Tomorrow 12/6/2010
95. Nothing Less 12/6/2010
96. Upon Thy Servant's Child 12/7/2010
97. The Appointed Morn 12/13/2010
98. Better 12/17/2010
99. My Feeble Resolve 12/17/2010
100. I Look 12/18/2010
101. My Lord 12/18/2010
102. The Oath 12/24/2010
103. Years' Roll 1/6/2011
104. Just A Player 1/6/2011
105. The Price 1/8/2011
106. The Climb 1/8/2011
107. I'Ll Continue 1/10/2011
108. I Know Some Day 1/11/2011
109. Uphil 1/12/2011
110. Only Those 1/12/2011
111. Thomas Higgins' Pastime 1/13/2011
112. The Troubles Of Nicholas Abercombie 1/15/2011
113. Rock Of Ages 1/15/2011
114. The Loner's Way 1/19/2011
115. A Blessed Evening 1/19/2011
116. This World 1/20/2011
117. The Ceaseless Chase 1/26/2011
118. Abraham Lincoln 1/26/2011
119. Zest 1/26/2011
120. Day And Night 1/28/2011

Comments about Hannington Mumo

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (3/28/2015 5:23:00 AM)

    Your poetic achievement in such a young age is truly admiring.Go ahead in life bro.May God shower his greatest blessings on you.

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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 ...

Read the full of Late Love

In The City

Writhing out of an empty tummy
I jump out of bed to journey,
Inspired by the tic-tac of the clock
That starts to fade as I walk.

The day presents no fortune at all,
The Indian tells me business that continues to fall
And that I should try the following day;
Perhaps luck might come my way.

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