Better,
call ***** a *****,
Not big,a spoon,
Otherwise,NEVER.

there can be nothing more than you know I can tell you,
but your presence can make me remind you something you are forgetting.
there can't be nothing new I post,
but your presence remind me great friendship,
there can't be nothing good I bring forward ,
but your presence decorates the bad I post.
I've never thought before to say thank you,
but for your liking this page have not been hindered,
in total humility ,
allow me say this,
thank you for visiting this page,
and continue being with me,
I value our God given friendship.

I wrote a poem  

I wrote a poem about myself,
It was tasty,
And
I knew love is all I need.
Not money,
Not material,
I sought money and I lost love
Material took my love,
I defined It,
That love can be and is above all.

It's funny how I find myself
Only to realize I got lost many years ago
A star I saw
Within were a million stars
In them was one star furthest of all.
I closed my eyes,
And so the earth was changed
Dark and unending glories
Light and unending agonies
I saw big people
And amongst them a leader.
He was not good,
He was loved by all
Somewhat they loved something in him
Overgrown stomachs
Overflown accounts,
And bright faces....
I saw myself seated at a corner
In rags and begging...
I was tempted to ask a question
And sure I did,
"Are we on a fair world?"
It was amusing maybe,
They all laughed in tears
And in unity they answered me
"This world belong to a few,
And the rest are ment to serve them!"
My heart leapt in pain.
"I was," the rest"they talked about
Peanut salary,meagre income ...
Work incomparable
Worshiping the lords
Speaking their words
Dancing their song
Playing their rhythm!

I felt tired,
I wanted to open my eyes
But still I was held up

"Boy,keep hope,
One day,you will make it
Brag not,cry no more  ,
Keep faith and work your best,
You are going to make it."
The furthest star spoke!

I finally opened my eyes,
I found myself
I realized I was lost.

One,
Of no importance I am
"This poor chap"
They said
"To no point,'this' has no future "
They stressed.
I kept to myself and did what I could
My replies were cheap
They gave me no oxygen
They gave no friendship
They have me no time.
I kept to myself and did what i could .

Two.
Out of my slumber
The star of success I met
The key to passing an exam
The key to winning over great people
How crazy I turned
I cannot tell
Teachers became my best
Great people their tail
they mocked of my tender age
Harrasing me and saying
"Boi,go tell mwalimu"
I kept to myself and did what I could

Three.
Secret admirers
No open points to meet
Just silence and feeling the love commotions
respect and joy began to grow
People started hiding their nature
A fake sight of happiness and involving
Fake attention and forced smiles
In one way I feel them but held back by some force
I felt alone though
And could brush myself over twigs on my way
Pleasure in comparable
Moved by my own words
Having a shocking stand
Guided by my own signs
Greater a move I felt
But still,
I kept to myself and did what I could.

Four.
Thinking big
Planning great
Openness and suprises
"How great can this man be"
They wondered
Full trust from all
Young and old
Respect and joy
Carefully planning my steps
"How could I be such?''
I could ask myself
Fear of loss and doubts of my nature
Firm decision and standing ideas
How great at my 24?
My aims bigger that biggest×
More than most×
But still not the best.
I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

This nose was an overgrowth
It smells bad,denying me health

This ear was an overgrowth
It hears bad denying me peace

This eye was an overgrowth
It sees the wrong making me to sin

This mouth was an overgrowth
It pours saliver over dead meat,making me to eat bad

This ***** was an overgrowth
It errects over beautiful thighs, making me go insane

This legs were overgrowths
They take me to sin leaving my heart
To fight within my ribcage

After all the overgrowths bring me stress and strain
Not even half do I need
I need full chop of them

I will have ethernal life
Eternal peace
Eternal love
Eternal security
And eternal happinness.

My dad is faithfull to me
He always pound ******* my girl
At first i felt so painful and o cried
He told me not to tell my mum
I was faithful;i kept quiet.
He always tell me that i am nice
And mostly feels good in my girl
I hope he will marry me
Because he loves me so much
I am only sixteen
And he takes me out in his car
Sometimes i don't go to school
Just to go out with him.
He tells me one day;
He will take me to nairobi for one week
I long for that day

Loi! loi! loi!
the children sing
Hey **!hey **!
they swing
Hurray! Hurray!
They win!
They win!

You are like sleep
When you are away my body function normally
And I always plan to assume you
When I see you
My  mind turns a factory
Producing sweet phrases unending
My heart pours emotion unstoppable
And my mouth pours words sequentially
No time to think of assumption
Left!

. .(((((( ))))))
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        "''''''"
This is another style of expression .

On the way I come
Highway that jam
Fumes and smoke
Outskirts of a town
Worries and strain
Cars up and down
Headache a spark!
I call it my travel
Inside a matatu van
Heating and boiling us
Or me
I be specific
No music to flow
This is turning rough
Maybe
Next time
I should be on my person

Do I say nothing,
When I have nothing to say?
For I have the urge to talk
But I have nothing to share
Do I say nothing ?

Who am I ?
I hear you ask
A poor chap trying to mess his way to success?
A failure trying his luck?
A crab thinking a lot but writing nonsense?
I hope I am not sarcastic to make you fear me
I am just trying to figure out if I am that important for you to ask who I am!

The field was big
Covered by sheets that were green
It extended far and wide
The horizons were vast
I sat in the middle holding green grasses!!!
I was possessed by spirits unknown
I talked and hysterically laughed
There were no audience
There were no people
Perhaps the few crickets that jumped here and there
I was conserved and caged
I was lost and in deep distress
The day my life started afresh
The day my old me died!
I'm now found ,full of hope and attitude
Success is nearer than before .

the day you left ,
grief knocked at the door.
the moments we used to share
which were golden ,
have brought me tears ,
because they linger in my small memory.
to be true ,i think of nothing else,
i , at times try to avoid thinking about you,
but all is in vain.
the music is tasteless without you,
your stories were soothing,
i loved your dimples,
i loved your physic ,and everything...
you were such a nice darling. ..
i miss you and i need you,
i am enough of nostalgia,
kindly,forget the past ,
and come back home,
i still love you.
© Kirui Cheruiyot

Because of love,
....................
Living poet's.
.....................
great time to just wish you a lovely note ;
as you go to bed.
I've heard,and it seems true: the silence of a friend is
worth more than the rebuke of an enemy!
so to say,I just have a lovely wish for you,
that is ,
"go to bed,and sleep wonderful,
dream a promise worth for your success ,
turn to see all the goodies God placed next to you
tonight .
that you wake strong and powerful in spirit .
that hope and enthusiasm fill your tomorrow more
than ever.
your dream contain all you will call for as you awake
in the morning.
to say,you will have a powerful motion of self
drivenness, that will head directly to your destiny.
I say ,and I repeat as may times as you would wish to
hear,
your night will be a different one!"
I have but just a great wish of a blessed night for
you,my best friends.
good night.

My feelings have turned to hurt
They give me peace no more
I know they are from deep my heart
They are true feelings furthermore

They turned me pessimistic
And worse,the much I try to change them
I am defeated to feel optimistic
tell me, if my life shall depend solely on them.
Because if it depends,I am done

This reminds me my recent past
Where I was a decent guy
My friends knew I was excellent
They asked me on how to go
I wasn't proud to let them know
All the secrets I gave them,
Now,on my bed I lie in despair
Worried if my emotion is up to any good.

My feelings turned against me
To massacre my optimistic nature
And perhaps leave a corpse of a dying pessimist

One chance that remains
Someone to help me,
Like an assurance
If for once I will revive my success
And make it glitter than before

Still,i breathe
save me from dying early.

Shhhhh!
Keep quiet,
I'm quite busy reading your poem
And it's so fantastic,
So do not move any tables or chairs,
It may disrupt my attention.

Shhhhh!
Kindly listen to me,
Shhhhh!

God is a God of fairness
When He gave out hobbies,
He never forgot me,
He gave me a hobby,
I am a crooked cigarette smoker.
I am a writer,
I am an athlete,
I am a reader,
I am a leader ,
I am a friend of writers.
Thank you God.

I am writing this to thank God,
Because he never made me a looser
I am a winner.

One request,
God make me a man of substance,
A man the world will see,
A man a world will respect!!!

God I thank you
You have protected me,
Your taking care of me,
I am save!!!!
You gave me security!
I am happy ,
You gave me happiness!
Thank you God.
You are my LOVE!

if you love God you say Amen
you will pass all huddles and never hurt,
you will succeed and never struggle,
you will achieve yet never stole,
a big amen guarantees all that

Dear reader
I am here wondering
Have you for once taken time?
Taken time to think of yourself?
Do you know that you are perfect?
You make me happy!
Your face
Eyes
Good nose
Well shaped mouth
Thank God,you are perfect like Him!
Imagine all you think,talk and eventually write
Touch me
I find myself laughing.
They have impact,
Some get me off guard
And always make me conscious
I sometimes think they were meant for me
Some writing,come when I am desperate for them
Some bring my past alive
Some strengthens my heart and vision
They make me see the perfectness in you
So my wish
Write unending
I will read untiring
...
Faithfully yours
kfjnr
Kirui Frank Junior

Long we wander
In search of water,
          Indeed water is life
Sand all over
Winds that blow hard
          Sun that boils
Tiring hot grounds
Cracky stones that hurt
          Life was tiring
Days that were melting
Nights that were freezing
          Indeed water is life
....
Success is the oases
The poor the occupants
        Problems are the deserts
....
I find this great friends

By the grace of His Mighty
Him who raised me from grass
I will die,
My dead shall describe the lines
He was a world class poet
As an artist he touched the world
By His grace and mercies
He made someone somewhere
somewhat get a reason to live.
My eulogy precise
As such
I will be burried
But happy in spirits,
my work shall live for eternity .
Shall touch for eternity
Many shall live my life
They shall see what I saw
Feel what I felt
And talk what I talked
Some will visit my graveyard
To commemorate this great friend
Who lived centuries ago...
Then I will no more exist
My spirits shall be pleased wherever
And maybe
My hot springs
Shall erupt
And many shall be of me
Shall be by me
And still for me!
For this is a call
A wish maybe,
Him the great God
Grants calls of heart.
For now call me my name.

I love my whoever
All,I shall have to recover
I planned alot to cover
Worked day and night but I couldn't deliver
I thought that I was clever
To work as an undergound driver
The results I expected,wherever
But in each case whatever,
There was a downfall forever
I decided to hold on moreover
And keep to the current ever
For it was my best thing to discover
That women are the same wherever
In my case,I love my whoever

Was it not true love dear?
Every time I saw you I saw love
Mornings were warm and evenings were cool
Your touch was my gold medal
I loved you and only you
Now feel it for me!
You have another man when I cry
I'm not crying for anything but yours love
I love you and I'll love you
Kindly feel it for me!

I had to visit my sister
She lived a kilometre away
So I went to the 'duka'
To purchase some sugar ...

I met my aunt
Out of church on that Sunday
She was rather tired.
Her boy,young and playful
Played his game..
Sliding over clay
And he laughed so much
He liked his game.
But the mother could not bear this.
"Stop it or else....!
The rest he knew.
"I hate you mommy,
You always shout at me!"
The boy was never happy.

We parted ,and I hurriedly paced away
To my sister's place.
She was out in the gardens
And she came
Her two boys were a mess
They happily made their cars
Out of clay ...
Their field was the table
Flat and smooth
They drove happily .
"Stop it,or else..."
The boys cried,
Sign of in satisfaction
I felt sorry for the engineers.
They hated their mother.

I learnt a good lesson that muddy Sunday.

I stopped by the children playing,
The enjoyed their game so much,
It was nine halls on the earth,
Each filled with three gravels except two,
The two lied on the diagonal, and were named bank,
Turn taking in play was perfect ,
Every time before moving any gravel,
The counted halls ,
They showed delight when they won
They were disgraceful when they lost.

This brought me a lot of thoughts ,
Life is like a game,
Sometimes we win,
At times we loose ,
But since the children never stopped to play,
We do not have to stop living ,
We have to steer the wheel and keep going.

Life needs savings ,
So the children's game had a bank,
It needs strategy and skills,
That is why the children had to count  the holes before they play,
All these and more made my day,
I kept it for life,
And
I will use the gravel to educate.

The children were my teachers

Living turning hard,
And
Maybe life has given you a bright gem
The gem I work for day and night
The story that would turn oil
And make it soil
That never a day spoil
But smear the skin soft
And life turned a smooth
In it a problem smothers
I call it a gem,
Precious and important!

It was my mistake to meet you
I call it a good mistake to know you
I call it a better mistake to socialise you
It was the best mistake to share my secrets with you
You have brought me bigger challenges
Now you have super clue to bind us
I expect the worst
But
It was my mistake
And
I regret it.

A single drop of rain
Make a flower glitter

A single tear drop
Heal the heart

A single positive word a day
Make your life a good future

A constructive attitude
Each single day's success

Be inspired.

The swirling wind ,that burst my ears,
The smiling face that comes before me,
In mirage, that looks like its Godly,
I freeze down to my knees,
And sweat that numbs my spine,
I cannot talk or move; a miracle?
But I feel my senses right,
I project my vision,
But alas!
My dream is gone,
My morale as well,
Can it be true that the mere erupted volcano took my sleep?
I cannot tell!

I'm in class
Attending lessons
And today
Unique like other days,
I've learned,
That,
"Best is less"
And
"Brief is complete"
I like my lessons

I fought a war so tough,
Kicking and throwing my fists in air,
I used knifes and pangas,
Clamps and rods,
My fingers were strong ,
My biceps were quick,
My brain was sharp...

I trained as hard,
Did as excellent ,
Worked in orderly program.
I thought I was excelling !

Finally ,
My battle for life grew weaker,
My muscles were strained ,
My brain was stained,
I resorted to die,
I accepted to loose.

Doing great from the start,
But I died,on the finish line.
I dropped out of way,
That is why ,I ask where loosers go,
I need to go there.

He was so stinking
He drinks
And sad enough
He took my 300
To **** himself with
I may not be sorry!

from the beginning ,I had a zeal
the one I always kept sealed
not one,even my closest friend could peel
I knew how it could ruin my deal.
so like I lived to thrill
people thought I was silly still
but mine secrets were not to spill
I knew there were thieves to steal.

now that I hide no more,
and my passion has come out real
I am keeping it steel
for it is the only way to keep it shine like a drill

definition.
the day i defined myself as a boy
the day i defined myself a pupil
the day i defined myself a student
the day i defined myself a learner
all were the days i knew not much but myself.
today i define myself a success carrier
of course i know nothing but my will.
i sleep under my singer blankets
but still my numbed fingers won't help
but type this emo-driven piece.
my simple word stand;
my simple instruction hold
i'll leave earth for sure
but not like i came....
i came naked and helpless
under the warm,thighs where i slept
i had a meaningless dream
dedicating to God,
the dream's meaning changed
now i'm in hot pursuit of my single aimed dream,
and i will die having it at my tips.
the day i learnt to say ,'mommy;a day like this of course
was the day under plan that today i will re call it.
and very important;
my today's definition,
YES SUCCESS CARRIER I AM

Stories are meaningful in life.the stories have a story teller.a listener and gossiper .
What is important is to listen and analyze them.
It is the gossipers that broke your heart
You cut my stories
I was meaning each and every one
After your silence
I was heartbroken
I lost track and the only one who cared enough
Took my lonely piece of heart
But my problem is
I fabricate the stories to tell her
But I have no will to share with her
I have no heart to share true stories any more
In short I have no love
But
You took it all from me
Kindly return some for me to give her
She needs it.

Left to say no more
Keeping awake to work
The future tightens its gears
And for in life success stands a chance
I will deny sleep
For life is good to live bright
And for I am devoted to succeed
Nothing,
Not one can stop me
I am invincible to problems
Yes
Invincible I am

DISAPPOINTED
Manfrankline K Junior

this time can't go,
for if it goes am done,
this way......
I need pay a diss,
I need bury this **** of obstinate
matter. ..
I need be freed from the law of
fragility,
and force my way the far,I could
go?!?!
but if my far was this,
then my children collect my angers
fragments 20 years down the line.
......
the difference shall remain the
same anyway, one way and the
only way.......
dissapointed

The concentric circles
Of two within one
described by colours
And the colours have meaning
The outer circle shaded red
those who build the world located hear
They are poor
They work day in day out
They make a living out of sweat
Most have many children
Most uneducated
Most die of hunger
They do unpropotional kind of work
They work a lot but paid less
Success is imagination

The inner is yellow
This describes the better ones
They are intermediaries
They speak for the few
They give given orders
They earn
They are settled but still most are not happy
They still strive to impress their bosses

The innermost belong to the few
The tycoons and multimillionaires
The earn but do not work
They formulate orders to favor
They hate local and like abroad
They speak in tongues
For others to interprete
Their shade is green
They have years to die
They import doctors
They inspire in ****
These are the few,
They have their say
And they must be heard!

Live is not fair
On earth someone struggles to make ends meet
While the other struggles to frustrate the more
The stinky rich
Controls the world
Even if they are educationally down
Their money speak louder
Their stories spread like fire over dry grass
They are of joy...
I will still believe in this concentric circle and unearth even better stories .

i have tried,
it has not worked,
yes, i can quit,
but i feel guilty to!
yes still i can make,
but time has no marks,
to show me the ripen day!
i have just kept on the go,
hoping for heavens to open,
perhaps the right gates that i enter,
and receive a down pour;
full of love,
of success,
of luck.
for i kept on,
i'll keep on.

Just on time
And without hesitation
In a stable heartbeat
And a well calculated thesis
If you allow me.
I will write in your life
The best of story
In the best of ink
Using my well knit handwriting,
I will use my best pen
To praise and raise
Whatever and wherever
I am ready but...
my best pen pours ink!

From the mainstream and chest
A projection strong and important
Call it a hand,

No situation last
Be it good or bad
It just have a root
From the mainstream of life
And it works,
It propels confusion
In happiness or anger.
The strong survive
From the currents though.

My fingers is my formula
THUMB
I am the dominion ,gateway and key
Walk over the challenge to achieve your goal.
INDEX FINGER
I am the progress,just press on success is underway
*******
I am the smoothness you need,work hard,I will smother weeds and free your way.
RING FINGER
I am the stability and resources
Keep work and just achieve your goals of life .
PINKY
I am the youngest and accompanying sweet environment.
Never worry,recreation I give ,work smart.

Build confidence
Determination
Devotion
Sacrifice and in no time
You enjoy the fruit
Of your call.

Awkward moment I face
Time hard to agree
I messed and it's a fact
Up and down I'm moving
To resolve it I must
Everybody is busy
Moving and heading somewhere
Perhaps I messed years ago
When my tongue slipped
And for once negative I uttered
Only to make the boys laugh
I was full in hope
I was fine
Everything was smooth
I hate recalling dark sides of life
Circumstances has forced me
This time my dry eyes
Are swollen in tears ...
Should I give in?
Should I press on?
.....
My friends show me pity
Which I hate
It is a taboo to lose a battle to me
I never lost before
I lack experience
I am inside darkness
I tried so hard to open my eyes
But still I haven't seen light
So I decided to close them
Perhaps I open them where there is light
.....
I am not going to die
I keep hope and love within me
One day it will be my testimony
That somewhat
Will transform somebody

Perhaps I need stop writing
For my writing elicit no emotion
For my writing has no meaning
I just have to put a full stop.