Like a mother mine was delighted, she gave birth,
A joy most pure, like breath of life upon this earth.
Great as the dawn when first we took our breath,
And like the sun, we gleamed with hope, not death.
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Happy and glad am I, for Nature's gift,
A lady fair, from distant lands, adrift.
A treasure brought by Fate, my heart doth yearn,
For she, whose thought doth make my spirit burn.
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We barely bonded, nine months in peace,
A time of calm, of quiet release.
In stillness, we shared the earth's embrace,
A simple life in that sacred space.
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I shall find some time to read,
To establish the link, the bond indeed.
To breathe in the scent of thy art,
And feel the theme that stirs my heart.
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Who said one cannot love more than one?
For I once did, and still love these two,
A bond so strong, so deep, so true,
Love for the girl, and her mother, too.
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My mind and soul arise, to face this strife,
The past within us rekindles life.
The future calls, with steps to take,
Overcoming obstacles, for love's own sake.
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A newly met soul, thy light doth glow,
Illuminating shadows where dull moments flow.
Thou entered my world, a flame in the gloom,
Inviting me into thy sacred bloom.
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When we touch you, dear, at break of morn, and ne'er forget,
Still you, unyielding, do not touch us back, and our hearts fret.
Like fingers dipped in honey's sweet embrace, then licked,
A single touch leaves us yearning, souls afflict.
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The zzzziiiing ziiing thundered past the hermit's door,
Bees hurried onward, towards the mountain's distant shore.
To the honey palace, they raced in haste,
But the old hermit's warnings were quickly erased.
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This is no plea for mediation or return.
This is a soul laid bare, a candle burn'd.
Not to seek balm for wounds already deep,
But to awaken hearts that silent weep.
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When the Mirror Showed a Stranger
I tried again to rise, to play my part.
To win her pride, to steal again her heart.
A second degree, new ventures bright,
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In times like these, we call for God's hand,
As lives grow harder, no mercy in the land.
The market's cruel, it shows no tender grace,
Crushing dreams that once had held a brighter place.
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I hear the echo, sharp and clear,
The auctioneer draws bidders near.
"One... two..." — my heartbeat skips a beat,
My dreams laid bare beneath their feet.
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I've held these thoughts like quiet rain,
Not born of blame, nor steeped in pain.
But something in me softly pleads—
To share the weight my silence feeds.
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I'm sorry, love, for last night's space,
Where hunger met a quiet place.
We missed the moment—just a slip—
And now I write with trembling grip.
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A reply to 'Hear Me, My Love'
I heard your words, my precious one,
And felt the ache of battles won—
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A response to "The Weight We Both Carry"
I've spoken soft, I've spoken clear,
Of wanting not just love—but ear.
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Ded. AW
In quiet hours, when stars lean low,
Your name returns like evening glow
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At dusk, when dreams begin to stir,
My soul still aches to breathe in her.
A.N.N.E.—each letter flames,
A magic ink in whispered names.
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🌿 'I Called Myself Blessed' 🌿
By Linus Kithinji Njeru (inspired)
A day like today in twenty-one,
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Personal Background: Born on March 8,1980, in Kathera, a remote village in Meru County, Kenya, Linus Kithinji Njeru developed a passion for literature and writing at an early age. His primary education at Kaganjo Primary School (1988-1995) and Njaina Primary School (1996) laid the foundation for his literary pursuits. Excelling in English and literature, he earned accolades and gifts, fueling his ambition to become a writer. Secondary and Tertiary Education: Linus attended Njuri Secondary School from 1997 to 2000, where he continued to hone his academic skills. He pursued a Bachelor of Commerce in Finance at Kenyatta University, Kenya, between 2002 and 2006, graduating with a degree that combined his interest in business with his analytical abilities. Professional Career: After completing his undergraduate studies, Linus taught Business Studies at Igangara Secondary School in 2006 and 2007. In 2008, he transitioned into the banking sector, where he worked until 2020. During this period, he also pursued a Master of Science in Finance at the University of Nairobi from 2017 to 2018. Additionally, he became a Certified Public Accountant in Kenya and a member of the Institute of Public Accountants in Kenya. Entrepreneurship and Interests: Beyond his professional endeavors, Linus is an entrepreneur with a keen interest in forex trading and music. His diverse interests reflect his dynamic approach to life and his commitment to continuous learning and growth. Literary Contributions: Linus Kithinji Njeru is an active poet whose works are featured on PoemHunter. His poetry often explores themes of love, societal issues, and personal reflections. His poems, such as 'My First Time, ' 'Love In The Pool, ' and 'Revelation 1, ' showcase his ability to weave complex emotions into compelling narratives. Linus Kithinji Njeru has authored several poems, many of which are available on PoemHunter. Below is a selection of his works: How Great Published: July 30,2016 Theme: Reflections on greatness and its complexities My First Time Published: July 30,2016 Theme: A poetic exploration of birth and the initial human experience Love In The Pool Published: October 28,2018 Theme: An intimate portrayal of a romantic encounter The Abandoned Nectar Published: July 30,2016 Theme: A metaphorical narrative on lost opportunities and sweetness Social Incest Published: July 30,2016 Theme: A critical look at societal relationships and boundaries Revelation 1 Published: June 21,2016 Theme: A contemplative piece on prophecy and human understanding Flirting Queen Published: July 30,2016 Theme: A playful take on love and attraction Dedication Published: July 30,2016 Theme: A commitment to literary expression and connection For a complete list of Linus Kithinji Njeru's poems, please visit his PoemHunter profile.)
In Pursuit Of Shadows
Like a mother mine was delighted, she gave birth,
A joy most pure, like breath of life upon this earth.
Great as the dawn when first we took our breath,
And like the sun, we gleamed with hope, not death.
Lo, we did dream of days in learning's thrall,
And thought great knowledge would our hearts enthrall.
We sought, with zeal, the treasures men desire,
And thought that gold could kindle love's true fire.
How grand the love for riches and for fame,
How lofty men did seek to build their name.
And in the toil, the sweat, and joys of men,
We thought we'd rise to heights again and again.
Yet when the work did weigh upon the heart,
Our love grew dim, its spark began to part.
For 'twas not gold nor gold alone that fed,
But the love of life, the mind, the soul, the bread.
Now pride in knowledge—how it doth unfold,
More prized than wisdom ancient, pure, and bold.
The words we spoke, the tongues we did employ,
Forgetting all the simple joys of joy.
We fought, with pride, for titles, gifts, and men,
And in our quest, we fought the battle then.
The more we took the lovers to our side,
The more we thought that we had naught to hide.
How grand the feast, the lavish taste of ease,
How sweet the depth in which our hearts did please.
How soft the touch that brought us pain and bliss,
How deep the taste of sin's most tender kiss.
How wondrous, too, when we did fear no foe,
Nor God, nor law, nor right, nor love did show.
How great the fear when we must face our end—
What tribulations shall to death descend?