Category: Poems

  • What a world

    by Chelangat Caren,

    Tomorrow uphold mysteries

    Little by little there goes the flare

    Life is a dance, feel the rhythm

    Close your eyes and hear it

    Coming in with all the fragrance and remembrance

    Of all we have lost and all we have gained

    Coming in and coming out

    Yet to know what  lies ahead

    Beyond the end of time if there is anything as such

    Just like every other moon, trying so hard to shape our Imperfections

    Through clouds of perfection

    Life is eventful

    Series of events and opportunities gang upon us

    Cherish it bit by bit

    Live in the present.

  • Is It Not Too Late…

    by Ben Ayuko

    {image by blakeArt}

     

    Is it not too late, for me to dream

    To dust off my past, to forgive my sins

    To set on a course, a new one for me

    That I’ve always wanted, always believed

     

    Is it not too late, for me to rise

    To the occasion, with new open eyes

    Take-off this facade, this funny disguise

    And out of the shadows, into the night

     

    Is it not too late, to howl at the moon

    So rugged and primal, my pores they will ooze

    Glorious purpose, a new kind of hue

    Surrounding this man, oh what would he do

     

    Is it not too late, to show off the shine

    Like brilliant lightning bouncing divine

    Inside of a bottle, I pour it outside

    Reveal all the content, no more can hide

     

    Is it not too late, to retrace my steps

    Back to the beginning, to what i have left

    In pieces and tatters and just recollect

    Every single detail and just start again

     

    Is it not too late, for Jesus to forgive me

    All of the sins that he carries upon he

    All of the lacerations that I’m causing

    All of the blood that he’s bleeding ’cause of me

     

    Is it not too late, to rise from the ashes

    Hover Over Olympus like a savage

    Like a Titan ready-to take on the masses

    Like a bomb ticking away till the last breath

     

    Is it not too late, to be more than I am

    To become a being, worthy of a grand

    Reception in Valhalla when I Land

    To get back on-the-path, originally planned

     

     

  • I Know I Shouldn’t

    by Ben Ayuko

    {image by Cornell Chronicle}

     

    I feel like if I, acknowledge the past

    it means that it happened, that it will out last

    If I were to hide, from it in a pit

    It wouldn’t have meaning, nothing to admit

     

    But who it affected, would not just abide

    from out the woodwork, they’d emerge alive

    to keep me accounted, counting my sins

    making me witness, again and again

     

    If I were to ask, forgiveness from they

    I would be admitting to my past mistakes

    and that would mean, indeed they were right

    how could I sleep with myself tonight

     

    No, I know better, planned it out well

    I’ll take them out, to dine and to dwell

    a wonderful night, out in the city

    with banter to laugh at, funny and witty

     

    Till it’s getting late, so get in the car

    I’ll drive them home, ill drive them far

    I’ll take them where, they can’t see no human

    I’ll take them there because they know too much

     

    Bury them deep, right next to my secrets

    With skeletons rotten and they’re holding them dearest

    And now I can act, like it didn’t happen

    Back of my mind, where they must reside in

     

     

  • Fatal Mistake

    by Ben Ayuko

    {image by Nation Media}

     

    She was so spent at the end of the day

    She spent it all, with patients and patients

    And patients became, faceless, the same

    screaming in unison, “I need a doctor”

     

    So, write up a chart, she did this for him in

    Sent him to the back where they’re waiting for him

    “Really? it’s just my hand feeling pain here

    but the doctor’s the doctor, so I have to adhere

     

    But the doctor’s so tired, from working all day

    He’s feeling so drowsy, really needs to lay

    Stripping him down so in scrubs she can dress him

    To get him to surgery for his hand swelling

     

    Enter the theatre, the doctors are ready

    Give him anesthetic, he sleeps like a baby

    Envious, when feeling, they get down to drilling

    and sawing his skull open for the revealing

     

    “This guy is clean, are we sure he’s sick”

    “Yeah, they said that the clot was this thick”

    “Where is his chart, where was it again?”

    “DOCTOR, STOP OPERATING ON HIM!”

     

    In rushed the nurse, too late she was

    The man’s skull cracked open, bleeding on the floor

    “This man on the table, who you’re addressing

    He came to hospital only for a swelling”

     

    “What do you mean? So where is my patient?”

    “Recovering. Now. On his own. It’s amazing

    Seems like he won’t even need operating”

    “Jesus, we’ve cut this man open for nothing”

     

    Patching him up, and sending him home

    They waived the fee, that’s what he was told

    He couldn’t remember, not a lot of it

    Of course, this was just the start of this habit

     

    3 years of pain, delusion and memory

    lapse, of way too many episodes that

    remained after the incident

    And they didn’t know no-one reached out to them

     

    Not till it was too late, were they to have found

    Not till his future was buried in the ground

    Not till he’d succumb to the consequence of it

    Did they find the truth of what really had happened

     

     

     

    Family of patient wrongly operated on at KNH want justice for their son (youtube.com)

     

     

  • Nairobi Today


    by Ben Ayuko

    contact info: benayuko@gmail.com

    {image by Ben Ayuko}

     

    So, once again it repeats

    The people, they want to speak

    We didn’t like it before

    Now we just don’t believe

     

    The reason we roam the streets

    In t-shirts and ripped up jeans

    And sweaters in sweltering heat

    And boots with laces thick

     

    And blouses with purses hanging

    The music it could be banging

    The blaring horns are wilding

    In combat with constant sirens

     

    “Enough is enough,” we’re crying

    Holding up and waving our signs in

    The middle of cityscape, no escape

    You will listen this time

     

    Canisters, they blow up so loud

    To try and deafen the crowd

    Blowing them up to chunks

    Separating their body parts

     

    But the spirit is still intact

    “You’ll have to bring more than that”

    You try to stifle the people

    The people they will react

     

     

     

     

     

  • Wake Up

    by Ben Ayuko

    {picture by JADOKAR}

     

    If spaceships were real, and they could fly

    Why would I bother flying out in the sky

    When no other drug could compare to this high

    No type of relief could make me this sigh

    No shining celestial, no moon or stars

    Could ever shine brighter than my mind in the dark

    No galaxy far a away or nebula cloud

    Could glisten as brilliant as what I’m seeing now

     

     

    Then I wake up, I’m feeling fine

    But I sense something deep inside

    Is this real? Is it in my mind?

    I can’t stop counting all the times

    I’ve tried to get myself to see

    This stuff I’m doin isn’t good for me

    I’m trapped inside this world of slime

    This world of old, this world of mine

    This world on hold, is out of time

    And I need to get to get out of this lie

    It’s Ever present , was always here

    From Time started and still it’s here

    But Chaos streaming now through the sphere

    The bubble burst, out came the tears

    The captain jumps ship, oh my dear

    The eyes unveiled, the truth is here

    The illusion broken, the blood is near

    This IS real, This’ real fear

  • In the future

    {by Ben Ayuko}

    {image by adobe stock}

     

    In the Future, Others can Talk

    In the Future, Others can Walk

    In the Future, Others can Not

    In the Future, Others can Not

     

    In the Future, Others have Empathy

    In the Future, Others are Painful

    In the Future, Others are Flirty

    In the Future, Others are Fatal

     

    In the Future, Trees are still Growing

    In the Future, It’s still Raining

    In the Future, the Planet is still spinning on axis

    Rimming in a pocket in Space

     

    In the Future, Radiant Gazing

    In the Future, Tidal Waving

    In the Future, Moonlight swimming at midnight

    Right in the middle of the Lake

     

    In the Future, Silence Reigns

    In the Future, Doctor Fails

    In the Future, Darkness Reigns

    In the Future, White Sails

  • THE PAIN WITHIN

    [Photo courtesy of Istock.com]

     

    By Janet Wambua.

     

    In shadows deep where sorrows dwell,

    A tale of pain, I now shall tell,

    For in the hearts of teens it lies,

    A whispered truth, that pain defies.

     

    Within these walls of youthful hearts,

    Where dreams are forged and torn apart,

    The ache of growing, changing tide,

    Echoes through the soul, deep inside.

     

    Beneath the weight of heavy sighs,

    Unseen battles in tearful eyes,

    A constant struggle, fierce and real,

    In this journey to find what’s ideal.

     

    The sting of rejection, oh, how it burns,

    A lesson learned as trust discerns,

    But in the depths of this bitter strife,

    Resilience grows, shaping a stronger life.

     

    The ache of heartbreak, piercing and raw,

    A love once cherished, now in withdrawal,

    But from the fragments, strength will arise,

    For love’s rebirth in wiser guise.

     

    Amidst the chaos and inner war,

    Teen souls seek solace, longing for more,

    Yet through the anguish, light will shine,

    Guiding them toward a hope divine.

     

    So let this pain be not in vain,

    For every scar, a tale to gain,

    In shared experience, they’ll find release,

    Connecting hearts, offering peace.

     

    For pain unites us, young and old,

    A testament to the stories untold,

    Let empathy embrace the teen’s distress,

    And guide them towards healing, no less.

     

    So when you feel pain’s relentless sting,

    Remember, dear teen, you’re not alone in this thing,

    Embrace your battles, let resilience be,

    The key to unlock a future pain-free.

  • GOODBYE

     

    By Shirlene Omondi

     

    Flowers will bloom inside my lungs and keep me from the cold,

    The earth will embrace me and keep me warm,

    The world is too chaotic and it’s no one`s fault,

    Nothing can change for it was my time to go.

     

    Why? You ask,

    I wish I could give a reason,

    But my soul got weary every passing season,

    Holding on felt like a task,

    But my answers are with the one above.

     

    I know you`ll miss my smile,

    I`m sorry I never said goodbye,

    I tried, and tried and tried,

    But eventually ran out of time.

     

    Do not cry,

    Keep me in your mind,

    as I’ll keep you in mine,

    Carry my love with you,

    And in your heart,

    Hold me in truth.

     

    Look up whenever you think of me,

    Close your eyes and count to three,

    Can you feel the breeze?

    That’s me.

    I`m at peace.

  • JUST ANOTHER DAWN.

    {Photo courtesy of Dreamstime.com}

     

    By Caren Chelangat

     

    The birds chipping once again

    The sunshine rays dripping

    The weeks are gone by

    It is a new dawn

    Another new day yet to live in

    New memories we get to take hold of

    New moments in life

    Sunshine brings some demeanor of calmness

    Yet it is said rain are an indication of blessings

    Sunshine brings some peace and quiet

    We get to rethink of the future that is yet to come

    No idea of what is in store for us

    But the optimistic side won the whole part of us

    We are left yearning for wealth

    Without thinking of ways to toil our wealth

    Once again wealth and riches absorb us

    As we plot of ways to get wealthier

    Any means available as we are all in need of riches

    We are all lustful for wealth and ready to die for it

    Mother nature is now left in control.