Who is Perez Bulinda

Bulindake on pen, born in Nairobi, Kenya as Perez Bulinda Shimenga. Bachelors of science in tourism management,a poet,writer,dancer,philanthropist,Mcee,songwriter,content producer,freelancer. Born in the city under the sun,his humble beginning made him work smart to earn a call up to university to persue a degree. Bulinda on pen is a team builder an innovator of poetry chapbooks for enviromental wellbeing Bulinda poetry love gives every reader a tour to diverse poetic expressions...
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Perez Bulinda Poems

  • New Times In Rona
    sadly ju vile wadhii wanaondokea
    imekua ni deadly ju after effects za virusi
    ganji akuna kwa mfuko
    asubuhi nkuamkia tu mstuko ...
  • Is It A Crime To Be Poor
    haha sacarstic design kuna word poor
    inahappen aje, no hii kitu ni so lame na bado sure
    kiss pia inafanya kazi ya pleasure
    but hii kazi ni ngumu inahitaji pia trust ...
  • New Times Rona
    sadly ju vile wadhii wanaondokea
    imekua ni deadly ju after effects za virusi
    ganji akuna kwa mfuko
    asubuhi nkuamkia tu mstuko ...
  • The More I Felt For Her..
    She went through with her maliciousness
    you know how it feels not attractive, lonliness
    see she just could not take it any more
    her thoughts of how maybe things would change , be better was there no more ...
  • Mawazo
    usicheze na mawazo walahi zinaeza kutuma ufikirie umefika mwisho
    umesahau kua lazima mwisho kuna place kuli anza
    so ni muhimu kumedi but chungana na kuwaza
    fore fathers walibonga ati ukidishi minya vs bidii yako ...
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Sorrows Of The Moon
 by Charles Baudelaire

Tonight the moon dreams in a deeper languidness,
And, like a beauty on her cushions, lies at rest;
While drifting off to sleep, a tentative caress
Seeks, with a gentle hand, the contour of her breast;

As on a crest above her silken avalanche,
Dying, she yields herself to an unending swoon,
And sees a pallid vision everywhere she-d glance,
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