Guest Post: Rabbi

As promised, I managed to convince my baby sister (Clara) to give me one her poetry pieces for you to read. Sometimes I have a look at them and all I can say is, WOW!



Confused and alarming frenzy

Gave up my all in the offing

Blinded by ambition and purpose

Divided through trials and tribulations

Beyond the process of authenticating

You bring me this

I beg not to differ

For thy knows what is best for I

But Rabbi,

Take one last look at this damsel

Broken to bits left for the bull

Dark day’s instant nights

Forsake bread and butter for the cause

Do away with chaos

None the less despair

I thought Rabbi had colossal clemency

Enough to pick up dumped trash

Enough to respond to gloating me

Take not my will for it is all I am left with

No man has an iota what you are about

But I have a hint

Sixteen years strong

Now I know better

You are no vending machine

No automated teller machine

Hold your stallions tame your lion

Count your blessings the rest discard

The darkness will turn iridescent

For what Rabbi can do, can make karma compromise.

Author ~ Clara Rincuni

A Place to Belong

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Feeling of displacement aside

Out of place, dis-appreciation all dim lights

I need something that’ll shine

A sign to show I’m welcome

Part n’ parcel of the gang

But everything is so distant

In one place I was guaranteed and belonged

Where the drums beat loudest

And my heart comes in whole

Where the smiles are abundant

And everything breathes hope

Recognition doesn’t matter

The only place my name n’ fame doesn’t count

Safe abode where my mind is in peace

And my body comes in handy

But …

I look forward, I see blank faces

Full with disappointment, disgust and pity

I wasn’t part of them, that, not a doubt

I wasn’t even like them, can’t be figured out

Where could I possibly fit

A place where I wouldn’t be a misfit

Somewhere I was calm

Not dense n’ damp

The sound of music, the feel of innocence

My daily constant dose of heroine

Every sniff sends me flying

Pass everything n’ I’ll do it good

As long as it’s a note with a tune

A lyric like do-re-mi-the chords

They look corny while they’re at it

But the way they’ll pull it off is just MAGIC

Head :  Side to Side , Waist : Likewise

Beauty in the making, utterly breathtaking

But all I wanna do is sing

Whether it’s Pink or Elvis Presley

The beats of the track slowly on crazing

When I say B.N.P

I don’t mean … Before Nubian Prince

I mean … Bra, Knickers n’ Pants! LOL

♥ Rockphile

 Yeah, that’s poetry by my baby sister. She’s a rock fanatic, as you can see it in her “name”. I discovered she does poetry because she would take my incomplete journals or get us to buy her journals every other month. Not that I’m snoopy *in my defence* … lol, but I happened to land on one or two of her poems and I thought WOW. So I asked her if I can do a guest poem on my blog. I love how she writes. Here’s another one she’s done here before (You Are Special).


“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.” ~ Joan Didion

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

You Are Special

Did I ever say that poetry kinda lost itself somewhere along the family line … Oh well, I was clearly quite wrong. Seeing as my baby sister *read baby* Clara, has poetry running up her sleeves. I happened to read one of the many she has, seeing as I’m not big on poems…and I was overtaken by emotion, like extremely stocked by the fact that she can actually write so well. So I literally begged her, if I could at least do a guest post…with her poem being the one featured on it…no I did not bully her….she let me willingly…lol

Here goes;

You Are Special

Being set on speed dial ain’t normal

Nor is a polo shirt formal

But you’re a part of me that without I can’t go on

You helped me tell bad stuff so long

And build up my morals

A sitting soldier may be sent A-wall

But a loyal one is adorned

Like you, you gave your all

So that in the cold I’d be warm

You taught me difference of right and wrong

Loving me you never adjourned

And for that you are special.


You taught me all about Jesus

And I remember my first pair of adidas

Long before the invention of sneakers

In my blood veins flows your pictures

My memories filled with your impact

Dad, never did your goals retrack

Nor mum your love retract

Whenever I need anything or feedback

To your side I’ll run back

Because I know you got my back

I just want you to know you are special.


Though for now you are away

I keep texting everyday

But I guess its nature so I must obey

My value for you will never fade

But everyday it grows in a way that is positive

And I’m damn sure that

You are a part of me that’s special.


Yeah this was a poem to Mum and Dad … Too sweet, if she’s writing this at 15 … I wonder what she will write at 23. At least I see talent in the making; I bet I’ll just try doing my best to nature it. Maybe I should introduce her to …or uuuuummmm…hahaha, maybe later.



Signing Off  ~~~ *Kawi*


Commercialization Of Poetry

Like the say a picture is worth a thousand words … That’s true, and I say,  poetry on the other hand,  expresses those a thousand words into to something more tangible, something with an emotion and a feeling to it.

Poetry [poh-i-tree] – The art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure, by beautiful, imaginative or elevated thoughts ~ Unknown Author

Of late, I have found myself attending many Poetry gigs such as Open Mic/Kwani/Wamathai Exclusive or whatever the event organizer decides to call them. It wasn’t my norm before and as I always say I’ve never been poetic..I tried and I failed…lol, but out there, there is talent I must say. Me, who’s not into poems, can stand and actually listen to a poet go ahead and let out his/her thoughts…they must be magical…they are.

So in the process, I happen to be a fan of one poet known as Jemedari. I shall not reveal his real names, I signed a Non-Disclosure. He’s really goood, I mean if you’ve listened to him do his thing, he’s got some bass voice, with the rhythmical  flow of words…I mean he’s a professional poet I must say.

We all want to make a living out of what we are talented in (or what we can do best). I mean if one can turn talent into business, it’s so much fun I wish I could to do what you love doing while at the same time it earns you a living or even just for sustainability purposes. This mainly would apply to performing artistes such as Poets (who seem to be assumed). And this is where this *Commercialization* comes in. Please read the post below, and you’ll understand their sentiments.

The Commercialization Of Poetry


Dear Reader,

As is the norm,I tend to get moments of insight in which I go off and shoot in the dark about some topic that affects artists. For as much as I am an artist, I am also a critic of the arts. I had promised to give an insightful piece on the commercialization of poetry so here goes…

As previously mentioned, many an artist has gotten to the open Mic stages that are constantly expanding the realms of performance arts. However, at the end of the day, we all go home to the same arguments that there is no monetary value in the art… Why??

As is the common trend now, we have all gotten into the “giving” artistic spirit. Few artists who seek to create platforms have organized events in which other artists come in to “support” the venture. I have no problem with the complimentary entrances, the bitings and even the mad “intros” and “shoutouts”.. PAY ME!!

Many are the events that we get invited to, skip the entrance charges “VIP style”, give our all on stage and still go home empty-handed. GET THIS RIGHT! It’s not about money. It’s about SUSTAINABLE GROWTH!

If the said event is making money out of entrance fees, minus the expenses, it is my firm opinion that every artiste be compensated for their efforts in making the event a success.
Before I come out like a greedy poet (both of which I am not), lets attack this logically

Every artist gets into the game to make a name through their poetry, get a few followers and get recognition and a reputation for his/her work. Over time, this “name” becomes a BRAND, the followers grow into a FAN BASE/ SEGMENTED MARKET, the poetry becomes a product, the reputation becomes a BRAND IDENTITY and the recognition becomes WORTH. (Not too shabby, huh??)

CURRENTLY, the brands are getting an expanded segmented market of willing consumers who are constantly becoming brand loyal. This loyalty leads to the increase in demand for the product. Several events are created but the product is limited, monotonous and boring. Why?? Because the BRANDS CANNOT AFFORD TO MAKE NEW PRODUCT! ITS BAD FOR BUSINESS!!!

The artists are making all these efforts yet the money is going to the wrong pockets!! There is demand for audio CDs, books, cards and the occasional performance but what most people do not realize in that all of this is a cost to the artist! So if I was making a loss, would I make an effort to keep new material flowing?

As a business oriented artist, HELL NO! Hence the reason why there are artists who perform the same material over and over again! They do not see the need to take it further!! What is wrong?

  1. Too many events that focus lesson the artists and more on the hype
  2. Too few resources for poetry to look like gainful art
  3. Too many overzealous event organizers who still take advantage of the fact that poets are not business savvy
  4. Lack of business savvy poets

So I guess it’s now in your hands. I may not have covered all the ills but I am determined to make this a topic towards the improvement of the state of affairs. In the next installment of this article, I shall be discussing the way forward.


All feedback is appreciated

By Jemedari.


PS: Feedback is appreciated and *READ BETWEEN THE LINES*


Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

A smile is beautiful

In my attempt to write anything poetic… I was bored over lunch and decided:

Step 1: Pick a word of something about you or that which you love doing

Step 2: Write something about it…more like a poem’ish

Step 3: Post it no matter how lame it sounds…lol

PS: This was the result.

Smile, because you have every reason to,

You have been given life and life in abundance

It’s a way of appreciating it without trying too much

It doesn’t cost a thing to smile.

Even if you’re going through turmoil,

There is probably someone going through worse than you are

Smile and show them that everything is going to be okay

With God nothing is impossible; all you have to do is believe.

A smile is natural, it’s fulfilling and beautiful

It brings out the beauty in a person

It reveals a part of you, which otherwise we wouldn’t know

It makes you look worthy, trustable and honest

For what more would a stranger want from you besides a warm hearty smile?

Saying you’re welcome to be a friend

Or a friend, saying I am always there for you.

A smile means much more than meets the eye

It has its meaning in-depth,

But the bottom line is, a smile is beautiful.


Everyone can make you SMILE, but not everyone can make you HAPPY.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Mr.Mechanic *Guest Poem*

I request you to trust me enough to bring your car to my workshop

I promise to take good care of it and to give it a complete and thorough tune-up

I know you have taken it to other mechanics that disappointed you

But I’m different and very good at what I do

I will pull all the stops and my effort will be 100%

I’m not claiming to be faultless but I have an eye for detail

And I won’t stop until the job is done, to near perfection

I’ve worked on your type of car before and I promise to handle it the right way

Am certain I won’t disappoint and the results will blow your mind

Just trust me.

© james wamathai 2008


PS: So today my blog gets a visitor @Wamathai’s poem. I’m not big at poems myself {He is}, seeing as the closest I’ve gotten to composing  one was my “SOMETIMES” post. *pat on back*

Check many many many more poems in this site : - , he does host a couple of poets and authors, be sure to be entertained, as they reveal peoples thoughts, desires, experiences and the works.

Cheers my people.

Signing off ~~~ *Kawi*