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Elegy for Michael Jackson (4)

Refrain
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

               Do you ask me why does my sorrow flow so
               Endlessly for him? Is he not gone the way 
               Of men that many went before? O I do know
               My time may not be long, and lessons delay.
               Who do think was the man in the mirror? did
               You see us there, did you know it oppressed him
               When like wanton dogs drugged and rabid
               Went heedless along the callous way being dim.

Look at the dance videos again, tell me
You see the what he begs to beat it. Off the wall
Are shadows falling like an inner expose
Where he internalized the world, and yet did call
In many songs - his troubled world was us
But now the king's sun set to dust, and we
Remain to heed and weep the vanity of lust
The tangled truths of out tentacled history!

                  Michael was God's gift to our season, and how I
                  Wish he would dance for me across the tribal plains
                  Of Africa again, where warriors ride in the sky
                  Through the fire make us brothers without chains
                  A global oneness where dreams deny the child
                  Nothing again. O death, what oneness beyond this
                  Can we find? Treat him kindly there, be mild
                  To him who in this troubled life knew no bliss.

Michael I miss you; O genius, sleep now in peace
The storms of life are over, the lightning ends
And droughts will come again, but I'll never cease
To proclaim your virtues to foes and friends;
Sleep beloved. Your glory stream in summer's eye
And Harlem's street are filled, old men remember
And old women interrupt their planning to cry
Farewell, Michael ... the grandest star is but an ember.

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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Elegy for Michael Jackson (1)

Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

          Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing?
          Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight
          In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring
          Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight?
          I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in
          Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall
          I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin
          The great magician dancing for each curtain call.

          Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose
          In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow
          "Stop the love you save may your own" had expose
          The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow.
          O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you
          Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful
          On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue
          About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful

          How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O
          "You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
          Where there is love, I’ll be there" they sang, and so
          All the while building a bridge between White and Black
          "I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do
          Just call my name and I’ll be there" but we doomed forgot
          What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do
          The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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Mombasa

Strange shadows on these coral walls
stay hidden from the setting sun, 
yet creeping through the shafts of amber light
drag behind them to the high parapet
a cloak of utter darkness.

Fierce defended, now are none:
no frightened men to urge the heavy cannon round
no shrill alarm or battle cries;
the end of this, as every other day has sealed
a silence now complete.

Once we held here, on this foreign shore, 
the fortress of our childhood dreams
and all the world’s assaults
seemed nothing then;
an ocean  breeze would cool the hurt of falling
and bring sweet scents to pick us up again.

Across the bay the dhows set sail upon a rising tide
their canvass spread against the purple sky.
We watched their leaving long ago
but you are gone away now, gone to  sleep
and no injured soul so left alone
can wait to watch them home again.

Yet I will stand, a little or a while, 
and  will not fear cold shadows rising 
nor while breathing yield the fort to them;
in every breach I meet your laughing eyes
and feel the warming of remembered suns.

Copyright © Florian Beauchamp

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Elegy for Michael Jackson (2)

Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

          The world of pop will never be the same again, dim 
          The lights for him forever, my immortal performer,
          My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim
          Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother!
          Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child
          For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here
          Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile
          That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear.

          Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we
          Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief
          The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story
          Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief
          "Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me 
          Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall
          He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory
          On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal?
          
          What solace did we give him, when we understood naught?
          What haven was there for him for all the love he gave
          Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/
          O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave.
          Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun
          Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans
          Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run
          Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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I Will Welcome You

You had the spirit of a stallion.
You could not be tamed until you were ready 
and no matter how life may have tried you could not be broken.
You brought a piece of something that many did not possess to every life,
and when you opened your mouth unearthly words of wisdom were spoken.
You were strong and beautiful and had the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. 
The love that you held in your heart was like something out of dream,
almost unreal.
It was love and confidence and support and stability you made me feel. 
God blessed me by letting me be a part of you.
I am so happy that our lives crossed paths and you helped see me through. 
Now you are in His memory, waiting to be raised.
When you live again, your mind will be clear.
The fog will be lifted. 
There will be no haze. 
You will run about and never die. 
You will feel no pain or fear, never cry.
Your days will be filled with love, strong and true. 
Your last words to me were I love you.
Here I wait, just trying to get through. 
I will see you again, Grandma.
Into my arms, I will welcome you.

Copyright © Misty Hoot

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Our Loss Is Heaven's Gain

(in reference to Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)

Constantly, does it leave on My mind, 
a mental strain
Everytime, I think of how you died,
in vain
Upon leaving your mark here, a
hard to get out stain
It's funny, for I never knew you
were in pain
Yet, outside My window, down
came the Rain
How it hurts, that I'll NEVER,
see you, Again

Copyright © Karin Edwards

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The Way It Was

The song starts to play and I start to cry
How can so much hurt come from a song like that?
Once upon a time it used to bring me happiness and laughs
Now all it brings me is sorrow
You were my world and the song was ours
Now you're gone leaving me with nothing but a broken heart
It isn't easy to forget about everything
That song meant so much to me and now it's all been taken away
I had a dream that the song was going to bring us together again
But now, I don't want to listen to the song anymore
The song is a constant reminder of our tragedy and it will always hurt
I've tried to forget but nothing seems to work
I'll listen to that song a million times more
Until the day we are reunited, together forever

Copyright © Vanessa Alvarez

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Daddy

"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.

He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes

Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where  hurt and sorrow has no place in man

I miss my daddy a lot
His voice,
His jokes,
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!

I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez

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From Toil to Rest

From toil to rest you heard the call
Farewell to changing weather
The clock lies broken; forever stalled
Now you roam in fields of heather
~*~

For:  Winnie- RIP

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick

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The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

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The Harlem Rose

You rapped half yourself around the world
With outrageous rhythm and rhyme
Did crime did time
Bound yourself in chains
Etched your name in fame
While your other half remained unclaimed
In a book of poetry
You wrote in quiet moments
4 no 1 else 2 c
Where now I find the depths
And gentle beauty of your soul
As every petal of your being
Now unchained unfolds 
A Rose that grew from concrete
Now I breathe your fragant breath
A Man I never understood in life
Now I understand in death.
~~~~~

Written:  June 9, 2010
A tribute to: Tupac Shakur
Inspired by:  His book of poetry, 'The Rose that Grew From Concrete'. 

About Tupac:
 
Tupac Amaru Shakur (June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996), known by his stage names 2Pac (or simply Pac) and Makaveli, was an American rapper. Shakur has sold over 75 million albums worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists in the world.>  In the United States alone he has sold 37.5 million records.


Tupac Shakur’s most intimate and honest thoughts were uncovered only after his death with The Rose That Grew From Concrete, a collection of deeply personal poetry handwritten by Tupac in his own private notebooks over the course of his life - a mirror into his enigmatic world and its many contradictions written from the time he was 19.


Copyright © Elaine George

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For Liam

I remember when I was told.
Family in silence.
It’s not fair. The heartbeat of appliances still whining,
I focus on times I thought we’d grow old...
Clouds part with unexplained violence

And our faces begin to pour.
A hundred questions, a doubt
And what else? Footprint in a concrete driveway,
A spark-maker unlit watching seagulls soar  
From the soft earth, noise drowned out.

A boy sleeps waiting to wake
To manhood. Creased cheeks quiver,
And what he gets instead are flowers.
Relics in person, I question the ache
That asks why we give rivers

And must move on, while they remain.
Held by the smooth arms of trees,
Swallowed by a blanket of grass.
I ask the plaque what I cannot my brain,
Logic replaced by glassy guarantees

I see right through. He will not rise.
Facing away from a marching sun,
A no longer marching son lies.

Copyright © Dan Keir

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To a never receding echo

ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an  eclipse.
Where is the truce in the  ruse of going and coming?
You found yours  swinging on that threshold,
Where udara tree dances to the choirs of the wind.
Then you bend to itch the  scratch.
The debt of birth repaid too soon. 
Where  lion wimp and head dancer limp!
Crippled Aligo!!!
Have you journeyed through the chart on  your palm ?
After a drunken sip of  prerian spring.
Soured tryst with Sophia.
Cherubim  through the umbilical returns
To the progenitor?not conceived! Unborn!!
Halo on rusty hair sits.
Or was it your iyiuwa. Unburnt
Pleat, unpleat  then pleat…
Under  the star-apple tree,
Where all roads meet
Do not live on the threshold
Stay with  me, ignore the whispers of  these  shadows
Itching  your feathered cap.
You  have sucked through this nipple time dry
Leave her, now flaccid, bosom. see she shrieks.
Head of the Baptist shrieks
Superfluous gift for many half Christs,
Too proud for Baptism.
I wonder why?
A pine piercing the sun
Withers at the descent of a dozen, score moon.
Eleodimmuo it is you I am calling.
You, eternity lost in time.

A dance to a never receding echo
If now is dusk, I hope the echo stays
At least,for me, a pedagogic star.
While the magi?me, beside the manger wait
For the birth of light.	
While owl hoots dove’s lullaby;
Vulture hatching in eagle’s nest.
You are my Ogbanje, my forerunner
Even if the lips of days hums dirge as they pass

Now, Soldier ant from  the udara returns. again.
Matching, invading my tryst, feasting on a depleted layer.
Futile to chase; deliberate in pace
 Need I learn this tune?if  it never rest?
Fallowed stream  bites as  dreams cradle me.  
The black thing chants Ogbanje, Ogbanje and  I sign 
At this never receding echo.

In memory of Onyebuchi
If you in dancing to,  faults, my beat. see a fore admission of a mortal's fallibility
Uraoma  Nwannem
© Chikwado Nwattah . 2014

Copyright © Chikwado Nwattah

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Not Carved In Stone

Cold bleak winter rain has fallen
On your velvet hair and skin;
Once a masterpiece in color,
Now washed clean and white again.

Visions paint a flower of beauty 
From your love grown through the years;
Now within my storm of silence, 
Petals shake from all my tears.

Through the pain I see the rainbow 
Where you’ve found the pot of gold;
From your non-regretful outlook,
And your selfless servant mold.

Still from lost dreams shared together,
That I’ve hoped for like a child;
I must give them back to heaven,
Since my “what ifs” have run wild.

Now I stand beside the marker,
Looking at your granite stone;
Knowing well your soul was lifted
Straight to God at heaven’s throne.

As I see your name is etched there
With your birth date in the sun;
It seems wrong to carve your ending,
Since your true life’s just begun.



Copyright © Paul Ray

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Suzanne

Such has passed:
the flower,
her soft touch,
her
pure loveliness,
allure
comeliness

Such has passed:
the precious days
which count;
she was born

Such shall not pass:
the promise
from the One who 
did raise our Lord,
“to raise all
who are yours”!



Copyright © James Peranteau

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SATIRE

beneath the sky, someone is craving for one
sitting besides the river, someone is longing for one
within the day, within the night, all aware
stars are in dilemma, whom I am searching for
all pains are heeled in just one look and glance
for whom I will make my life the basic instance
for one only my heart will throb and feel blood
eyes stand still on whose presence-they should
dark night asks me the reason of this painful lonliness
even though it is praying for me to be God bless

Copyright © Vishal Kumar

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Weep No More Rainbow Land

  Weep no more rain-bow land for thy dream of freedom thou hast realised from the struggles and pains of thy son Nelson Mandela who hath transcended to the world beyond,his reward he receive.
  The great elephant hath fallen! great is the fall o'er the earth as sea of heads gather to witness the demise of this great legend.
  Madiba thou belief in equality reminds me of Martin Luther king(jnr) who same belief shared.
  He was a great man dat stood his ground for liberation of d black skin and the equality of all.
  Weep no more for out of your root hath sprang icons for life that made difference like Micheal Jackson, Nelson Mandela, brenda,Lucky dube etc.
  We bear heavy hearts as the era of these great hearts folds leaving a legacy for us to tread upon.
   Listen,the wind sings as echoes of his tales are heard in future.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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Remembering Uncle Jimmy

I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye,
you could make us laugh until we would cry.
Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea,
all of these are now a part of me.
Whenever someone called you were always there,
a heart of gold you always cared.
Now you're playing cards up in the sky,
forgive me if a tear comes to my eye.
Remembering all the things we would do,
Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you.


JSergi

Copyright © Joseph Sergi

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My Brother, My Blood my grief

Today, my heart heaves a heavy weight
Why, O! Why?
The soul crushing goodbye
Fervently I pray,
To see you just one more day
We part ways knowing it not our last
Looking ahead, thinking of our next
But Death, too grotesque, had other plans;
My burden to bear!
Why this painful news,
Only God knows
Someone please!
Wake me from this dream
A cold, unfathomable abyss
That I never want to revisit
We bow our head in sadness
And bury our faces in distress
My heart full of pain resonates its tears
If only, If only
We could haggle out of our demise
Gone too soon
The sheer disbelief
 
The promises you vowed to keep
Goals to reach before you finally sleep
You may be no more but not in my mind
Still here with me
If only I can see
A staked heart, resounding unbound tears
Forget you not; to miss you a lot
Lost souls, forgotten families
Never to me
 
Good tales we've heard
From generations long and dead
The happy ending cliche
For your soul, I pray
Here our fate! separated by worlds
While I wait
For the powers that be, to bide us again one day
But more, for in mere simplicity
I will never say goodbye
Forever with me, 
My brother, my blood

                                                                          In Loving Memory of our Lost Souls

Copyright © Wilfred Ani

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America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful 
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting.
Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road
 have collections of old stuff from recent past things
collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they
feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal
Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no 
police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets
do not fly through the air hitting a child. 

This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday,
perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under
a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old 
farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.        

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

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I expect her to know

I don’t want to write about my mom,
She suffered in pain before she died,

But she always said she smiled when I did
Until the pain came and took her away.

She loved me, though never said such things
I loved her sometimes, I expected  her to know,

On the evening,  the night she died
Someone advised I should place my hand on her head

And tell, I love you mom,
I was not sure if she will hear or know.

Still I placed my hand and said, I love you mom,
There was pain in her eyes, she said nothing.

I traveled in the same hearse;
Expecting no one to see,  I place my hand one more time, 

And said, I love you mom -
She showed no pain or regret, nor she gave away her smile,

I even tried smiling that she may,
I waited the long dismal journey. 

I don’t want to write about my mom,
I expect her to know.

Copyright © Saranyan BV

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SETTING YOU FREE

written 17th Nov 1997


I am here today to set you free
 but inside of me, you shall always be
You will never truly leave
 as your love and memories, continue to live on in me

I have come to terms with you leaving
 your love I shall forever continue in believing
I will forever miss you very much
 for I know it's impossible, to ever again.. kiss or touch

Although you were never rich or royal
 your heart remains, eternally loyal
So these are the hardest words for a daughter to have to ever say
 I pray you hear these words from my heart today

From your darling little Denise
 saying my final good-bye to you, my dearest daddy
Praying, you forever rest in peace

Copyright © Denise Hopkins

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For You, Tata Madiba - Nelson Mandela

FOR  YOU, TATA  MADIBA
                 Nelson Mandela

The beauty of your being holds me close,
Embraced in the silence of tearful joy.
The wonder of Life manifest on earth
Echoes in the memory of the path you trod
In the name of humanity’s deepest desire.
The desire for freedom –
Freedom of the soul to express itself
According to the gifts bestowed by the heavens
At the very core of creation.
The heart of the universe pulses with the rhythm
Of your courage, humility and Love,
Compassion born of surrender to the forces of change,
The very fire formed on the anvil of hope
When eyes of Light turn to the skies
Where the lost years of one life
Become the catalyst for a cup of gold
Flowing with richness down the centuries.

Copyright © Heather Green

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Madiba's Candle, Always Alight - Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Today the sun rose
Over a doleful earth
Our hero, uTata Madiba,
Whose life has given us worth,
Has now set sail
For a realm beyond our reach
And now imprinted in mind
His every word and belief

A soul that cared
So deeply for humanity
Whose humility would dismiss
All traces of vanity
He strongly loved
Every being of every race
And fought for his land
With sincerity and grace

We thank you for the faith
For the freedom you instilled
For 95 years of dedication,
A life mission fulfilled
So rest dear one
And let your spirit soar
And my we embrace your ideals
More conscientious than before

Today we light a candle
To unite the flame you've sparked
May you easily find your way
On this new journey that you embark
May we all adapt your vision
And view a stone as a precious pearl
And may your name live on for lifetimes
As the man who changed the world

Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley

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Mom-N-Me

While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.

In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham 
9/24/20 to 10/20/94

Copyright © Cynthia Palmer-Ham

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Kudos to barack Obama

yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades 
   which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell 
   to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
   such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics 
   replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment 
   but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
 over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders 
   of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
   eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!

Copyright © matthew harris

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS

A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
                                     You tramped for a season
                                          With a puffy trunk
                                      Along dangerous paths—
                              Waded on puddles and quagmire,
                                    Scuffed your flat feet and 
                          Trampled it on serpents and scorpions
                                 To bid my glorious existence…

I lost my balance
When I felt your expiration from my pubis.
I staggered in pain
Like a fowl stripped off by fierce breeze.

                                                    My physique—
Which a thousand-and-one-princesses adore—
                                                       Is distorted.
The trunk you both carry—
Through rocky hills and sloppy mountains—
Is now an elephantine for the other leg.

Oh! Your cessation is at break of dawn
      You danced to the tune that glooms souls
           You are bereft of ambling
                 On such and such burg…
                        You hurried for the Golden City.

The scorch sun and mild moon cloy
You take pleasure in the one-off of quietus…

With streams of briny water
Rolling down my cheek,
I watched you wriggling helplessly to and fro—
After being ricocheted on Death's spindly pole:
Death clasped your brawny brittle bones.
You swell, swelter, near bursting,
Impatient for suppuration in your crimson attire.

                                         Farewell!
                            You scoot the living abode
                          On mutilated soles and toes;
                                                                                 My precious leg!
                                                                         In your gracefulness,
                                                                   I created beautiful traits.
                                                 I'm left limping as you're supplanted
                                       By quasi-legs and crutches.
Will you ever return?
Even in posterity…   

HAIKU FOR DAD
                                       Dad! Why? Another crutch?
                                            Both legs amputated
                                 You couldn't stay; you loved mum.
Your Love, Angel Simon.
On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand...*tears*

Copyright © Ajayi Angel-Simon

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A Dry Stone Wall Near Coleraine

(for Seamus Heaney)

as if the pale stones
share the warmth
between two sides
sea and field cut
early light and full morning
the path weathered and slow

Copyright © Leslie Philibert

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MANDELA

FNB Stadium, Johannesburg, on Tuesday, December 10


A tear silently crawled down my cheek
As eulogies fall and despair rise to the peak.
I see the crowd, the leaders, the well-wishers
Here they are gathered like never before-

Dark clouds have gathered in the East-
Old mounds overturn by the leash.
Dusty bones stir in their pale graves
While the bells hoarsely knell-

Told have been the tales
Gone have been the sales
of rights and freedoms
Through the fight of that man

twenty-seven lunar days
had his face been hidden pale
For the whip's caress
And the whiteman's address.

The troubles of the world
The weeps of the people-
The tears that baked their cheeks
He stood brave, conquered and freed

the newspapers, the radio:
"Hero dies aged 95, after a long illness."

the remarks of the people:
"Was he made for death? Our Mandela!"

Dark clouds gathered in the East-
Old mounds overturned by the leash.
Dusty bones stirred in their pale graves
While the bells hoarsely knelled-

He freed a humanity
He took his brother's strokes
Bled for his brother's locks
And aged in his selflessness and empathy.

Dark clouds gather in the East-
Marking that little patch of the Earth
Where has disappeared
Earth's greatest child, Mandela.



Copyright © Gerald Nforche

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The Forty Fourth Fallen Martyrs

The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs 
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins

Now the tragedy happened of unprepared masks
Now it was a cold blasts
Like an ice to dust
It seems so gigantic beginnings
Of yes to peace
Mournful days of no one could ever ceases
How it felt to broke in the end by a doleful mess

The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Now it became a history
Of the world's largest tragedy
Of war and technology
Beyond time, beyond what we see 
Or beyond what we never expected to be
Like were struggling in the unfathomable sea.


Copyright © Amor Otong