Thursday 31 March 2016

Her Snares


She drips of honey from her lips
Her words ever smooth as oil
But for; she is bitter as gall
The sons and daughters of men she has slain
And many sent to the rich ground
That never gets filled and satisfied
Her ways are the most crooked
Though dangerous as she is
She still holds a multitude.

Listen, to you who hath the ear
Attention to my words bear
Keep off from her filthy paths
Never come forth her residence
For she will siphon your wealth
And eat up your nourished health
And at the end you will groan
When your flesh and are spent.


Keep your Father’s commands with you
Bind them upon your heart forever
You can even take a further step
And fasten them around your neck
When you slip, they will be there to lift you up
When you are awake, they will be there to speak to you
For these commands are your lights
To keep you off from every plight
Keeping you off; the immoral woman.

God created man
Who then created money
That has swayed many hearts to immorality
Cars, houses and fame they have in the name of her
She still incorporates many who yearn for her
For she is never satisfied
She has made many to compromise God’s commands.



Never lust in your heart because of her beauty
Never let her hold you captive of what you see about her
Whoever follows her destroys his life
Blows and disgrace are his lot
And the shame brought forth 
will never be wiped away.

My son, my daughter
Keep my words and store up my commands within you
Use them wisely and you will live
Bind them to your fingers
Write them on the tablets of your hearts
Her persuasive will only lead you astray
For seductive she is.

Now my sons and my daughters
Pay attention to these words
Do not let your heart turn to her ways
Many are victims that she has brought down
Her slain are a mighty throng
Her house is a highway to the grave
Leading to the chambers of death.

Who hath an ear has heard
Don’t follow her
For she will ensnare you
In the Bible God commands
Exodus chapter twenty verse fourteen
“You should not commit adultery”
I DENOUNCE YOU ADULTERY.

Wednesday 30 March 2016

POETIC TRUMPETS: GLAMOUR


If I had that magical touch
I would have changed you into a poem
Just to let my lips keep you as my spoken word
My words are getting mixed up to an extend
I get an arousal that is mystically creeping inside me
Rendering me gullible to the beat and tune of your beauty
Not even my fifty note can afford to coin in my heart.

I wrote your name in the middle of my diary
I can stand perjury before the jury just to keep you
Many a men have told you words that can build a castle mid-air
On my chair I pen down feeble lines that will make your heart wobble
Trouble in you I might lodge for my words will make any man slit my throat
Double shots of whiskey I resolve to just because my words cannot change who you are.

She, she makes me sing the song of deliverance
Yet I just knew the other day
When she is offline am on line with my boys
When she is online am there checking her state of us
Her profile is always on check for she completes the balance
I never take chances but this open chance to enlighten her heart I won’t risk.

I never go through my words but now am going through her words
The last word I am ready to give up is change
The word my heart bleeds for is revolution
I know love should have been the word
But, I will rather cherish Irish-potatoes 
in form of French-fries in Kenyan-streets

By Marc-the-poet


POETIC TRUMPETS: SHE


Machuka Album{Photo: Courtesy}

She walks as if brittle

She talks as if her teeth rattle

She approaches like one in a battle

Trying her best to put efforts I the hustle and bustle

Collecting broken pieces of her heart to make a life

The zeal and anticipation to do whatever it takes

Through thick and thin she struggles.



From a distance I watched her swift darts

She turns; her face lights up-glowing like a candle

Full of life; merely to notice her pains

The dimples on her cute face; as she 
smiles hides her reality
Her angelic eyes glittering 
like stars in cluster.



Suddenly I felt empty and hollow inside

A space in my heart to be filled

I drew closer with my eyes fixed 
to this creativity before me
“Here, my dream is calling me”

An urge to touch but scared to burn

An attempt to speak but my eyes 
deprived me a chance

Desire to hold; but my body weak to do it.



Still I stood before my dream; the doctor to my heart

Gathered my courage and stretched out my hand to reach out

Perspiration, from my forehead could tell my struggle

I touched, felt relieved, finally I achieved my dream

A thought that beamed my face

Attempted to taste

My eyes closed; moving closer to reach her lips

Only to wake up wet in sweat

My dream was invalid


#SOBS#