Hannington Mumo

Silver Star - 3,506 Points (17th November 1987 / Kenya)

Hannington Mumo Poems

161. My Name 10/21/2011
162. My Trials 11/3/2011
163. The Poets' League 11/25/2011
164. One Evening Cool 11/24/2011
165. Our Fathers 12/4/2011
166. Together As One 12/4/2011
167. A Poet's Prayer 3/30/2012
168. Happy Again 4/2/2012
169. Decades Of Solitude 4/2/2012
170. Alone 4/9/2012
171. Be With Me 4/17/2012
172. Let Me Take My Due 5/8/2012
173. Calm 5/17/2012
174. Of Great Men 5/28/2012
175. The Pilgrim's Progress 5/29/2012
176. Before The Heavenly Jury 6/2/2012
177. My Life At Forty 6/5/2012
178. I Love 6/5/2012
179. Goodbye Professor 6/19/2012
180. Of All Labors 6/20/2012
181. I'Ll Try 6/20/2012
182. Life 6/30/2012
183. Letter To Elsie 7/6/2012
184. I Know Not 8/8/2012
185. My Voyage 8/28/2012
186. Rest In Peace, Oliver Wendell Holmes 12/4/2011
187. I Retire 12/4/2011
188. My Tastes 12/6/2011
189. A Tale Of Two Sons 12/7/2011
190. I Marry 12/7/2011
191. I Want To Write 12/10/2011
192. The Morning 2/1/2012
193. What Shall We Say Of These? 2/2/2012
194. Prudence 2/6/2012
195. One For Others 5/20/2011
196. Barack Hussein Obama 2/9/2012
197. The Greats Are Gone 2/12/2012
198. Hate Or Love Me 3/10/2012
199. I Live Again 3/16/2012
200. Nostalgia 3/26/2013
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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