Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe Poems

1. A Crier At Hora 11/20/2012
2. A Day To Remember 12/11/2012
3. A Flower To Kiss 11/5/2012
4. A Glorious Focal Point 11/25/2012
5. A Hand Of Sands 7/23/2013
6. A Lapse Of My Memory 12/21/2012
7. A Never Ending Verse 11/25/2012
8. A Run Unto Me 7/26/2013
9. A Seat Of You And I 7/23/2013
10. A Smile At Shoprite 4/4/2013
11. A Speck On One's Eye 1/13/2013
12. A Talk Of Her Steps 4/1/2013
13. Africa Beings Of Treasures 3/9/2013
14. Amelia Rose At Summer Park 7/9/2013
15. And I Sing This 11/22/2012
16. Anxiety 11/8/2012
17. At Baobab Stop Over 11/22/2012
18. Beauty In The Woman 11/17/2012
19. Blissful Democracy 11/8/2012
20. Boabab Tree 12/23/2012
21. Butterfly In The House 12/17/2012
22. By And Low 1/16/2013
23. Darkness In The Hug 4/30/2013
24. Darling 11/18/2012
25. Deciphers 2/9/2013
26. Do I Need The Pen 12/3/2012
27. Double Eyeing 11/11/2012
28. Earthquake Tears, The Spirit Cried 11/25/2012
29. Everything In The Loo! 11/29/2012
30. Face, Winter Face 2/4/2013
31. Falling Into Lips 12/27/2012
32. Forcing The Window To Flow 11/6/2012
33. From Lifeless To Crisp 11/16/2012
34. From Motherland 11/4/2012
35. Gideon Valley 11/14/2012
36. God Can Re-Write My Days 1/28/2014
37. Grandpa's Song 2/17/2013
38. Grimace Of Pain 1/5/2013
39. Happiness Is Not Mandatory 11/11/2012
40. Hate 11/10/2012
Best Poem of Paul Mwenelupembe

Love Comes Softly

Rains are to sow and good times to love
Built on soils rich of grave land
Such a valley long way to go, it comes softly
From that dead land, a place of living
To a loving land limits by the spring

So hard to shoot the routing star
A seed of peace into roots and leaves
Comes slowly in the stream sand
In the rivulets valleys, slops of God
Going deep in loam soiled hand
Down the rivers slowly it comes

The invisible altar is meant for pottery
As God provides the step of ridged love
Falling from the sky of love
So love comes softly

If gentle ...

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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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