Three great poems,the dirge of life and others.

The Dirge of Life

Water is as deep

As its bottom is

Flowing in its lap

Its strength is the softness

The hardest of rocks it’ll clip

Yet its the gentles

A river will dip

As far as its water flows

To be ugly is to be beautiful

Everybody will notice

A longing is not full

If in have it culminates

In a dream to be in hill

Us better than in a wish to arise

The prison of love

Is like a letter to a beast

To know in your wake

That found is happiness

Is to reach the end of a useless hike

When rest is as peace

To understand your freedom break

How stale to say bye lass

Farewell hope

Am glad you never were.

A poem by Mambo

Mother Kenya

The kind, hospitable lady

Who lives in a large house by the sea

On the eastern shore of blessed Africa

Happiest when her children are well fed

Always ready to protect them from the terrible sea monsters

Always on the look out for snakes

Which sometimes crawl from the bush around her house

Looking forward to swallowing one of her precious children

And whenever she see one, pulverizes it with her heel

Then sacrifices to the gods of the bush

Became the eagle

The legendary mother in new Africa

Great crusader of peace the world over

Looked up to by all

Became the feline to her own children

They had gone out to play

And when they had tried enough

And their stomachs shouting for food

They rushed back to the beautiful house

Where they knew dear mother had something nice for them

But they were wrong

The sweet soft spoken lady

Had turned an acquiline faced dragon

Blowing fire all around the house

And pecking at her children

Who all the time were crying out “mother please!”

She hadn’t cooked for them

And wouldn’t let them make their own lunch either

Instead she chased them out

Threatening to kill them should they come back

The walk

It was once young and formless

Enveloped in water, not a speck of soil in sight

No life, as we see it today

Only God keeping watch on that planet of old

Dark and scary it was, but he wouldn’t falter

And for a period unknown, everything was still

Till time was born, and everything else changed

The begging of a new era

It took nearly a week

Each day being new

For our first ancestor to come to life

The three in one consulted

As the heavenly beings watched with interest

On land and in sea, business comes to a stand still

The wind wouldn’t blow either

The sun lost its fierceness

And the young planet earth held its breath

As the master was born

Then all chorused out, Hallelujah!

Thousand of years later

During which the good master

Changed to the bad master

The redeemer was born

Through young Mrs. Joseph

Hope was brought to the earth

Abraham, Moses, Elijah and Daniel

Would have died for the day

And for the next two thousand years

The redeemer continues to become the first ancestor