tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69068477368371316072024-03-13T12:26:38.014+03:00Poetic meditationsMusings from my heart.
If it is too much to say, whisper in a poem.
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-3976102620638531092020-01-03T20:06:00.001+03:002020-01-03T20:06:13.472+03:00gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-59697020734402799762020-01-03T20:04:00.002+03:002020-01-03T20:04:14.731+03:00gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-30764581882655759742018-04-29T12:55:00.000+03:002018-04-29T12:55:35.176+03:00FOCUS
See where the beach hugs the sky?
The horizon?
No!
The destinationgecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-14280297092611218462018-02-13T20:01:00.000+03:002018-02-13T20:01:15.742+03:00WINGSIf you had wings,
How high would you fly?
How far would you fly?
If I gave you my wings,
Would you fly away with me?
Would you fly away from me?
If they clipped your wings,
Would you learn to fly like a turtle?
Would you learn to sing like a caged bird?
I thought you well how to fly little bird,
Go explore the world,
Go find out why the skies are blue
Go plant your flag on the peaks of all thegecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-43654709680887374962017-12-29T13:37:00.000+03:002017-12-29T13:37:55.936+03:00BE THE ONEBe the person who cares,
Who makes the effort.
Be the person who loves without hesitation,
The person who never shies away from the intensity of their hope.
Be the person who believes,
Believes in the softness of the world,
In the goodness of other people,
Who sees only the good in others,
But not blind to their flaws,
But helps them improve on these flaws,
To become better
There’s no reason whygecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-48593498665553034282017-12-15T17:02:00.003+03:002017-12-15T17:02:53.814+03:00COME! LET'S REASON WITH GOD
Let’s question God.
Let us ask Him all these difficult questions
Let us ask Him why me,
Why us,
Why now,
Why now?
Why this way.
Why?
If it wasn’t me, us, now like this,
Who?
Who?
When?
How?
Let us ask him why a child dies at birth,
Why the preacherman got killed and the killerman got paid,
Why the poor man can only afford one meal a day for his family,
Yet the rich man’s family are obese and gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-88113633892506901662017-07-09T17:20:00.001+03:002017-07-09T17:20:11.743+03:00NOT AGAINhttp://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/
NO!NO!NO!.
Not again.
You want us to fight again?
A fight to death?
Even before we catch our breath?
Who are them?
Who are us?
You said,
We are fighting “them”
For our rights.
Our rights?
I only see us in the ring.
I don’t see them.
Remember how we fought us?
How you urged us to fight us?
Not for us, but US.
How we’ve always been fighting us?
Fighting us for you?
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-5728733922372248292017-06-27T18:13:00.001+03:002017-06-27T18:13:24.768+03:00VISUAL POETRYhttp://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-83084856062624547412015-09-03T17:18:00.000+03:002015-09-03T17:18:33.400+03:00At Fast
At last,
I found my own voice,
I’ll no longer sing out of tune,
I’ll no longer speak incoherently,
I’ll no longer heed to your hush, hush imploring,
I’ll no longer speak in hushed tones,
I’ll no longer whisper in the dark,
I’ll no longer keep mum,
As you step on my toes
I’ve found my own song ,
Don’t expect me to keep on singing yours,
I’ve found my own voice,
Don’t expect to keep on speaking gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-90193589796965688112015-09-03T17:13:00.001+03:002019-08-06T15:29:03.061+03:00Just for MAMA (repost)
Mama this is your space,
The whole world should be your space,
You held nothing back,
You let me have it all.
I soiled myself,
You did not not pinch your nose in disgust,
I cried at night and disturbed your sleep,
Yet you cuddled me with love,
And loved me back to sweet sleep,
As if amazed too,
You cheered me on as i made my first step,
As i tumbled and fell,
You urged me on,
Picking me up,
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THE PROMISE OF THE BIRDS THAT FLY PAST THE SKY,
THE SETTLING DUST OF THE PAST STRUGGLES,
THE WAY THE DAY STARTS,
WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE STRETCHING MILES BEYOND THE HORIZON,
AND ENDS,
WITH A HALOW THAT SWALLOS SORROWS WROUGHT BY THE TOILINGS,
AND PROMISES A BETTER TOMORROW.
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-39114094880634074552014-07-15T08:29:00.002+03:002014-07-15T08:29:44.080+03:00MY MOTIVATIONhttp://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/
IT IS THE SOUND OF THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET,
THE PROMISE OF THE BIRDS THAT FLY PAST THE SKY,
THE SETTLING DUST OF THE PAST STRUGGLES,
THE WAY THE DAY STARTS,
WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE STRETCHING MILES BEYOND THE HORIZON,
AND ENDS,
WITH A HALOW THAT SWALLOS SORROWS WROUGHT BY THE TOILINGS,
AND PROMISES A BETTER TOMORROW.
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-37290654631722458002014-02-25T13:19:00.001+03:002014-02-25T13:19:26.670+03:00BEFORE YESTERDAYBefore yesterday,
I did not know you existed,
i did not care what you did,
what you thought of me, where you went and with whom,
I did not want to know what you thought about my height, my weight my dressing my lifestyle.
I did not want to know what time you came home at night,
Actually i did not want you to come home.
I did not want to know what your friends thought about me.
But today,gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-18167704381294377062014-02-24T17:07:00.000+03:002014-02-24T17:07:26.150+03:00LETS GO GREENLets plant a tree on this very spot,
The storm from the mountains is rooting out everything,
Everything not firmly grounded,
Everything with shallow roots,
Everything lying just on the surface;
Soon we'l forget how the grass looked like,
How the shrubs covered this very place,
W will forget how it feels to be human again.
As we get carried away by the changing tides of civilization.
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-11197956527163748562014-02-24T16:51:00.003+03:002014-02-24T16:51:51.896+03:00DO NOT HAWK MY BOOKDo not hawk my book,
Read it, understand it, analyze it,
And keep it on your book shelve,
But do not hawk my book.
Do not hawk my book,
Buy it, keep it read a page every day,
Then when you are done keep it for your generataion,
That way my book will outlive me,
Do not hawk my book,
Do not hawk my book,
Take it back to the bookstore,
Let them keep it on their dustless shelves,
Then i know every gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-92059245917823740852012-04-08T15:22:00.000+03:002012-04-08T15:22:01.846+03:00tag.
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I have travelled this road before,
I have trodded through this dusty terrain,
I have tripped and stumbled on these boulders,
I have negotiated these sharp corners,
And these tricky bends.
I know this road of pain,
It still hurts, despite the experience,
And the remindful scars it deposits on my heart.
I still wait to master pain,
To learn how not to cry,
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-46025723322207768602012-03-12T19:17:00.002+03:002012-03-12T19:17:17.296+03:00Just around the corner,
Just around the corner,
Not long from here,
From now,
Hope is borne,
Christened reality.
But only by those who wait,
Those who take the sharp corners of life,
The risks and the tears...
The fears of the unknown tomorrow.
Amidst the promises of a better tomorrow.
In a world where seeing tomorrow is an achievement.
It is just around the corner, just around gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-53741052916417279812011-12-30T14:43:00.000+03:002011-12-30T14:50:05.001+03:00It gives us a chance, time,
Equally, to every one,
Like rain on the good and the bad and the in betweens,
Or like a new page of a book,
To write and erase and rewrite till we get it right.
I am yet to structure the story i want to write on page 2012,
But i am already holding the pen and scratching my head.
I will love to read the story this time next year,
So help me God.
gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-41138126975955501572011-03-15T15:27:00.000+03:002011-03-15T15:27:10.831+03:00BLAME SPORTI blame the rain,
If it hadn’t rained I could have come to work early,
And completed my work on time,
Then I could have left work early to catch the evening train,
And avoid being drenched in the heavy rain,
I blame my boss,
If she hadn’t given me too much work,
I would have had time,
Enough time to call my friends,
And reschedule the weekend barbecue,
Then I could have had time,
Enough time to gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-31659050362188112212010-11-09T08:42:00.000+03:002010-11-09T08:42:26.766+03:00MY DAY MY WAYToday is my day,
I will live I will love,
I will laugh my heart out and suppress the fears,
The tears,
I will keep the hope alive,
I will see a positive side to my encounters,
I will turn blind to the negatives that constantly tell me I can’t,
I shouldn’t
I will chase my dream through the winding road of life,
But before me,
I will pray for the hopeless,
The sick,
The ‘I have arrived and need nogecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-51403524616306480742010-11-05T16:19:00.000+03:002010-11-05T16:19:16.791+03:00NO MOREI am growing and going,
With time i'll leave home and roam,
I'll quit your space in time,
I'll grace your place no more,
I'll heed to those who need me,
I have fried in the tears i cry for you,
I am caught up with the sleepless nights i thought of you,
But today i say enough is enough!
I am done and gone.
No more crying and trying to please,
No more waiting and fainting i my dreams,
No more.gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.com0