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Allow yourself to grow

Allow yourself  to live
Worries only keep you busy
With a fear of an unknown
Wasting precious time away 
To grief
That don't help spiritual growth 
As is also a path of life 
A rare truth 

Allow yourself to grow 
You can't grow with out yourself 
So you can't live without yourself
Life in return can't come without you 
If truly it so be

Allow yourself to grow 
Plant can't be grown 
With out it seed
Either can a tree stand 
With out it root 
So change can't be 
With out you 

Allow your self to grow 
The biggest enemy of human 
Is fear 
as the biggest mystery of 
Man start from fear  
Life is a beautiful thing 
So it moments has a lot to say 
It can't be easy when you have 
To live 
So growth don't come in a time 
Time answers every doubt 
For with out fear 
The mind is free 
only on this time
you could
Allow yourself to grow 

Copyright © richard nnoli

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Pyramus-Thisbe - a selfless love-W

Pyramus was the handsome young man
Thisbe the fair maiden of Babylon.
The houses of their parents did adjoin 
Neighborhood brought the two in relation.
And the acquaintance ripened into love
And the fire within them burnt with bright glow.
Would have married, but their parents forbid
Ardor in hearts of both they couldn’t forbid
They did converse by signs, one can think of
The fire within them burnt like glow covered
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

They found crack in wall that parted the houses
In spared passage for tender messages
Caused by fault in the wall of the mansion
What will not love find for satisfaction!
They passed the tender messages of love
As the night fell they said farewell with awe
Moving backward and forward through the gap
She on her side, he on his, kissed the gap.
One morn the sun put out the stars above
From the watchful eyes, they tried to slip up
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved, her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with blood reeking jaws
With a recent slaughter to slake her thirst.
She fled dropping her veil out of fright.
After quenching thirst turned back for her cove
Renting the veil in bloody mouth on her retreat
But Venus won’t always befriend true love.

Having delayed Pyramus arrived there
Saw footsteps of the lioness in the sand
And found the veil all bloody over there
Crying picked up the rent veil in his hand.
Thought himself to be the cause of her death
Covering the veil with kiss and with tear
And said, come ye lioness tear with your teeth
Let my blood also shall stain your texture.
He plunged sword into his heart with a shove
Blood spurted, tingling the tree with red color
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Thisbe stepped out not to disappoint him
She noticed the change in the tree’s color
In the agonies of death she saw him.
A shudder ran as ripple in still water.
She saw her veil and his scabbard empty.
He has slain himself for her sake only.
She said, “I could be brave and follow thee
Death alone couldn’t prevent my joining thee
Love and death join us, one tomb be our grove”
She plunged the sword in her breast near the tree
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Such tale of the self-less love presented
The two bodies in one tomb were buried 
Pyramus-Thisbe tale our hearts do move
Berries serve memorials of their blood
But Venus doesn’t always befriend true love.

Dr. Ram Mehta
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Contest: Your favourite poem by Giorgio Veneto

**Chant royal [shahn rwa-yal], 
A French verse form normally consisting of five stanzas of eleven 10-syllable lines 
rhyming ababccddede, followed by an envoi (or half-stanza) rhyming ddede. The last 
line of the first stanza is repeated as a refrain at the end of the succeeding stanzas and 
of the envoi. The pattern is similar to that of the ballade, but even more demanding. 88

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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passionate moments filled
with zeal and zest as i gathered 
thoughout babbling brooks tainted 
an yet brillantly carved from a sudden

interruption of unguided cognitive skills 
completely noted as french karma 
binded with crued wrath unseen 
gripping racing thoughts tinged
with a sensual sadness i'd become to know
very well whille quiet times beckons 
my inspirational soul casting a beacon light
of faint hues glorious to greet beyond 

a calm walk way covered in a quiant emory 
of a soft garden full of greenary 
a shivering ivy conceal the sorted bliss
that quiets the empty mind between
universal meetings above the hidden stars 
reaching the gravity under a rushing spring 
sheer wetness bursting from a mist of lost clouds

Copyright © Yolanda Jones

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february 27th

february 27th

i was born in the month 
second to the first month
of the year 1985 on the 27th
a wednesday it were, my day of birth
i was born and blossomed on earth
i shall be gone and faded by death

i was raised from the walks of many
i was chased from the talks of any
i was faced in stare from the looks by many
i was traced to each way of i destiny by plenty
my circumstance were many, mine without penny
still to the moment of circumstance i carry
the wish to my own penny like any of empty

i still deny my heart a chance
i denied my heart a second chance
by the matters of the heart at once
and urge 
my heart to the edge
of any that matches
and live 
to leave
when gone and faded
by death than hatred

i was born
i would have gone
so alone
with none 
but my own
body and soul
and all that knew me, 
would have known
that i was born
on my earth strong


poem: feb.27th
book: the melody of my heart
book no.14 of 2012

facebook: opnmambo
twitter: @opnmambo


Copyright © Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema

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You take all of me

Take all of Me

	I always wanted to know why I felt so empty when you went away. I never understood. Why or how can someone 
make me feel this way? My heart is beating, my mind is racing, my hands are shaking. I try to catch my breath, I am lost!! 
I try to hold back my tears. I try to retrace my footsteps and rethink those thoughts. My heart is black, my mind is lips are sealed. I cant find  all the answers, but I came up with this, “You take all fo me.”

Copyright © Audrey Chase

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Paying For Lies With Lives

"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full season
Torn and silent upon fields of fire,
Betrayed by elder men's desire
To force their goals on one another,
Stolen from each grieving Mother
Against the tides of pain each strives
His misery to quench, his hate to smother
As they pay for lies with lives.

Home and hearth abandoned for ambition,
The promise of tomorrow dies on foreign shores
For shadows' sake they are cast to perdition,
To drown in the shifting seas of wars.
The Enemy as confused as they,
Affrighted and divided by the fray,
Consumed by fear in the battle's heat
The dead lie dead, come victory or defeat.
The living, stung by memories' knives,
Against which they in vain entreat,
Go on to pay for lies with lives.

The world turns on as the game is played,
Each dawn finds men so much the same.
The debts accrue, are bourne and paid
Each seeking honor for his name,
And a home secure in peace.
Yet men move other men, and will not cease
To bind them to some formless claim or cause,
To bid them die to right the flaws
Perceived in others of like kind; their wives
Bide in fear and live by tyrants'  laws
As they pay for lies with lives.

Noctambulate, the pawns of powers fight,
For cause of country weakly understood;
They move from day to death's eternal night
Directed by the wills of men of wood.
When all has ended, what has been acheived?
What meaning comforts myriads bereived?
The world will turn, and others rise
To fill the void, the numb surprise
Of lives unlived, of weeping eyes,
Of silence heavy with unanswered sighs
For those who paid for lies with lives.

Must so many lines of history
Be so far writ in blood,
So tainted with tragic mystery
Trammeled by iron stained with mud,
Its pages overrun with acts untamed,
Acts of slaughter by the vast unnamed?
So many deeds set down in red
Give cause to rest uneasy in our beds.
Though the past recedes, the present shall reprise
The accusatory march of the silent dead,
Parading those who paid for lies with lives.

Who dares leave our collective guilt unclaimed?
Were not our many wars for subtle reasons framed
By minds fit for much finer uses,
By hearts that might have scorned such abuses
Leading to this madness - who denies
Those self-delusions that should leave us shamed,
That make us pay for lies with lives?

Copyright © William Masonis

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You are a princess in my heart,
and I care for you so much.
I love the fondness in your eyes,
 and your tender little touch.

I looked at you when you were born,
and knew then straight away,
that I would be fore ever here
to watch you grow and play.

You bring to me a heart of joy,
and memories so great,
and a powerful sense of fatherhood
 that no one can debate.

I watch you sleep and dream of things
 that I can only wonder.
That innocent look upon your face
 just makes my heart grow fonder.

I see you run and jump and shout
 and calling out my name.
No love that I have ever known
 could ever feel the same.

No suffering or tragedy
 nor deeply seated pain
could ever over shadow
 the bond that we retain.

And so my little princess
 before you go to sleep,
Remember I am your daddy,

 and I am yours to keep.

(For Victoria from Dad)

Copyright © Mike Quinn

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My Patriotic Self -Mourning for Jamaica

With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A society which has failed to grow,
Stagnant and Toxic with the stench of death 
Getting riper and riper throughout the years

With my Patriotic Self 
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

And I see the corruption, the pollution
Politricktions fooling the nation
While we walk in blindness
Embracing the Technological evolution
Thinking we have progressed, 
Oh! What a delusion!

With my Patriotic Self 
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

Then News Flash! A man just beheaded a woman!!
People living lesser than human, 
From the refuse of society they feed their children
Mothers pimp daughters to Dons for protection
Fathers give sons their first thousand amunition
For their guns because “my yute affi have him weapon”

With my Patriotic Self 
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

And I hear our Heroes weep 
In their graves because their deaths now have no meaning
To a nation hell bent on continuously demeaning 
The legacy left behind by them, our National Heroes
Nanny, Sam Sharpe, Paul Bogle , George William Gordon
Marcus Garvey, Norman Manly and Alexander Bustamante 

With my Patriotic Self 
I pray that Jamaica, Land we Love
Will shine again in Her glory
Then we will sing again our Heroes' story

“Forward, Forever United
Students, Workers and Farmers...”

Copyright © Marcia Walton

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As I arise to face a new day
  The governments in foul play.
Taxation is a total drain
  Crime is a money gain
Pollution clouds my membrane
  Healthcare is a crying shame
Love can be a constant pain
  Hatred may never end.

You ask me what, I CAN DO
   I measure life as you do to.
To de-value one's life, is everyones issue
  Reguardless of circumstantial views.
Put yourself in someone elses shoe's
  It may very well, oneday be you.

Blaming, fighting, fear & pain
  We all know it, there's nothing to gain.
No sense in crying, establishment blues
  It only feeds the anger, we fuel
Its human nature, win or lose
  Chose not to be like them
Love unconditionally thats your tool.

You ask me what I CAN DO.
  I measure life as you do to
Theres only so much one can do
  To acknowledge & challenge, for change
Is the power within you.
Responsibility lies, in what we CAN DO
  When time to give, gift with a open heart
A peaceful demeanor, is a pure start...

Copyright © cherie thomas

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The royal the regal vs the poet's own realm

thrones of 

Of Sultans 
and Shahs
Of Emirs 
and Rajahs

or lavish 


Of kings 
and queens
Rulers and 

Of their 
Or the 

Of the 
peons and 
pages and 

Of castles 
and palaces
gold and 

Ah the 
maids in 
Yet to me 
one thing 
The poet 
who came 
to sing
from afar 
for the 
queen and 

For I'd 
rather be a 
poet for 
so to my 
than I be 
the king 
of mere 
and be filled with regal 

So I could join ranks of 
and sing for the king 
some folklores

For words are the heart of imagination
Inviting to poetic fascination.
(form Troubadour) Ars poetica

Copyright © S.zaynub Kamoonpuri

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Freedom is a must

Freedom is a must
It shall came to past
We need freedom
The philosophy for this kingdom

Freedom is love
Freedom will take you higher and above
Freedom is the truth
Ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall
Set you free

Freedom from evil
Freedom from want
Freedom from pain
Freedom to gain

In this life
We need freedom
Freedom is a must
It shall come to past

Copyright © Matt Ancient

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A Loan From Above

A loan from above
by Lawrence M. Nunez

Dear Lord I loved her so
and it hurt to see her go
it pains my heart
to be ripped apart
words cannot express
this deep distress
somehow I know
I have got to let go
for she was just a loan
from the angels you own

the pain is so deep
it is difficult to sleep
they say it will be okay
healing is on its way
but only you can heal
the topsy  turvy I feel
I know deep inside
with you she now reside
for she was just a loan
from the angels you own

Copyright © Lally Nunez

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Finding Peace

       - THE SEED

All dwell in the same abode
In the  temple  
where they are ripened 
to be born -
Conditioned in holding tanks.
THE swishing of  moving  waters
gentle memories
conditioned in silence.
in holding tanks that were replicas
of wombs.

gentle memories from the world 
where angles fluttered.
Imaginations are contagious
we all had the same dream

   - The spirit-
       - The seed
delivered unto the 
vastness of judgement
hated femininity-
no earthly peace. 

When man has the gift 
in spite of you, 
You insult his dignity. 
No peace on this plain- 
Your haughtiness, 
your naughtiness
naughtiness is too  
of a word nice - 
maybe babies are- the word
Strange, is better.
 The MAN
   - The spirit-
       - The seed
There is something about the lips - 
 Lips,shaped like
 (pictures I have seen) 
of cherubs mouths. 
But still we have not perished. 
All imaginations 
could not bear witness
to the same whatever.
someone is sick
caught some disease
came from poverty and 
blossomed like a lily in a
cesspool pond.

Hearts seeking 
solace inside 
The sweethearts
the clean-hearts
deep immersion
where  no pain dwells
where the well disciplined
well guided-thoughts
are ushers in my temple.
The inner silence where -
No thoughts run ramped
My peace of mind- 
my saving grace- 
from the world i have to face.
The  flute talks the 
flute is my guide
I am still. Just still.
and no 
 creature be despised 

   - The spirit-nor
       - his seed

Copyright © Vicki Acquah

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The great Amazon of an unflinching  temperament, The source of resources,
Our mother in me, 
This's the tales of the African’s mother, 
Soaring above her strife;  Yet, when she is only but  a fairy in the dark souls of brothers, and 
sisters, No wonder we braid her from the African roots like elk, in kind defrayed from
the tongs of the coming years, despite  she was the byre-keeper in the  pen barn, African mother; your journey to the edge of the earth ... thought no one has ween 
your childrens giantic pace, Bestriding over us all in the land of your  invincible killings 
Way beyond her Misgiving affiants  , 

Copyright © kelechi Emeaba

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Playing God

This place is so cold;
Frost-bitten by your heart.
The lies and games are getting so old;
I'm done letting you rip me apart.

The way that you play God
Makes me uncontrollably nauseous.
I know now that your actions were fraud;
Guess I should have been more cautious.

Just because you think you know what is best
And you are used to having things your way,
Does not mean that you are a welcome guest; 
You are the reason he chose not to stay.

It is not your place to try and decide
Which road would be better in the long run.
Your guidance has been pushed aside;
Stop trying to live your life through your son.

Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry

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Mama I thought of you today

Mama I thought of you today
By Lawrence M Nunez

Mama I thought of you today,
Couldn’t help but remember your sweet smile
And soft whisper as you lay on your bed
I prayed the Lord for comfort and peace 
That you these days may live by grace.
For now we know by your work stained hands 
We surely are blessed 

Mama I thought of you today,
When as a child you held my hand
As I walked through life little troubles
You told me you can’t fight my battles 
But to stand, fight and defend myself
Don’t you start any fights you said, but don’t get beat up
Surely I am blessed, to have a mama like you.

Mama I thought of you today,
When as a teenager fresh out of high school
I came home my first job I wanted to quit
You said my child you have to stoop before you can kick
Reluctantly I returned, endured and worked hard
You taught me the value of hard work
Today I am blessed with the virtues you taught

Mama I thought of you today	
Manly I stand, spouse and kids at my side,
Well molded and shaped for success.
Though it was rough, today with pride I smile,
As I stop and think of the wisdom you did impart.
The unconditional love you treasured in your heart,
I am blessed to share today with family and friends.

Mama I thought of you today,
As I knelt by my bed to pray
I thank the good Lord for the times we had
When you thought me how tovlive, love and pray
Now I pray the Lord to smile on you
To hold your hands and comfort you
As I whisper, mama I love you

Copyright © Lally Nunez

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My Final Goodbye

My Guardian Angel,
If I could get a warning,
Before God came to take me to Heven,
I would wake in the morning
Right about seven; 
Get down on my knees to pray
And then I would wake you. 
Knowing that this is my last day,
I realize what I've always wanted to do.
Looking into your eyes,
With my head on your chest;
I have never been good at goodbyes,
But I let you know that I feel truly blessed;
I have cherished these years.
Before I fade away into the sky,
I will wipe your tears 
And tell you "bye-bye".

For the contest
If I had One Last Day to Live
Sponsor, Walayee Whitlock
January, 2011

Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry

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Dance The Storm Awake

Dance The Storm Awake 

With fierce energy, beat the drums;
Dance until the buffalo returns.
Rise up and gather round;
Let the ancestors hear our sounds.

Take your place around the spirit fire;
With painted face and braided hair.
Lift up your voice and sing;
Be not afraid of what the Ghost Dance brings.

Gather your courage and your pride;
Let known your presence across the great divide.
Ancients from the seven directions, Awake;
Stomp your feet and make the Earth shake.

Protect the four corners and all who reside;
From the bottom of the sea to the mountainside.
The ones who walk, who swim, who crawl, who fly;
Mother Earth and Father Sky.

Bring life back to the Medicine Wheel;
Let all know we are here still.
We ignite within us a mighty flame;
And forever .... we shall remain.

By: Darlene Doll Smith

Copyright © Darlene Smith

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banyan tears

i'd lifted myself from the tyranny 
of war i'd triumphed over 
the sorted mountain sparingly scattered 

throughout a fascist abyss vaguely 
i'd remember freedom a calmness 
withered beneath my soft brown skin
bathe within the shameless 
beam glowing from my wide brown eyes 
i'd witnessed the trees weep 

in the deep silence of the dawn 
awakening too soon before 
the morning dew rashin enough 

moisture to cleanse the warm blood 
from the coarse bark dripping solemnly 
into the the sinking roots rising 

wrapping clinging again to the stretched out 
branches posing as arms of strength 
continuing to embrace flesh and bones 

of dark ripened nectar my heart pounding 
the smell of damp breath angry hounds 
gather near the bottom of the wood
amidst what is evil and what is good

Copyright © Yolanda Jones

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Sometimes I wanna hold on and pray.
Hoping things will get better when day breaks.
Wrong I am because some things don't fix.
Unappreciative to those putting smile on my face.
It's a sad triangle going on in this phase.
Sense I oughta have when plans as such are misplaced.
Dead end trail I keep trying to chase.
Some iron never welder like in this case.
Forcing steel to straighten up gets me in no place.
Gotta let this transform to whatever caves.
I love what are not meant to be, Maze. 
And get in races I don't win, Daze.

Copyright © Yei Suah

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It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or  holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.

I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.

Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.

I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!

One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration, 
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.

Till then, 
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings. 

And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.

Copyright © femi joey oloidi

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A Walk on the Lower East Side

     Past the bodegas 
the House of Sages 
    Past the children playing 
in the yard 
Past the drugstore 
Past the basketball 
hoops - - which remind 
of a class at Brooklyn College 
Past the ice cream trucks 
   and the kosher bakery 
Past the supermarkets 
   Hearing people 
discuss old politics 
   I head to my home 
The Lower East Side 
    seeing my friends, avoiding my enemies 
   Looking for peace - as night falls  
        on Losaida - my home on the Lower East Side

Copyright © Matthew Anish

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 From where I came
By Lawrence Lally Nunez

On the shore of the Caribbean I stand
Steadying my gaze with my hand,
Searching far beyond the sea
With My cup of fever grass tea
To sooth my mind, body and soul
This is not my only goal
For I want to see from where I came
And how my father played the game

Yurumei they say was my home
Where life was sweet as the honeycomb
hudut, tapou and ereba I ate
Peeled, mash, beat and grate.
Real fresh I had my fish
To make these delicious dish
As I look from where I came 
I know my mama played the game

In these times the world is new
With I-pads and cell phones I grew
Today I am lawyer, policeman and actor
All I needed then was a bush doctor
Whether I was happy jolly or blue
To keep me together he had the glue
I must know from where I came
In order for me to play the game

Friends you need to know the creed
Don’t be guided by your greed
Don’t sell your people for monetary gain 
For you will suffer consequence and pain
The legacy we get is to hold and preserve
For this our children they do deserve
Please know from where you came 
You need to learn to play the game

Copyright © Lally Nunez

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I Love It

When the heavy-weights weigh in

Copyright © Nancy Jones

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Feel Free

This  door is closed
Feel free to scream and shout
No one hears you
Feel free to thrash about 
Let it all out
I am sorry that it hurts
How could you not foresee 
Your own destiny 
Hold up a mirror
See your horror
And stop blaming me  
Accept the stain 
It will lessen the pain......
Bow your head to the Lord 
An inner peace will be restored .....Feel Free....

Copyright © Ninette Carey