Best Banda Poems
Figures of immense reputation and popularity they were
Attracting public attention and admiration in the pursuit of their great works
Leaving behind them a legacy of some kind
But going with them their unique characters.
Wasn’t the explosion of Christianity the work of Jesus of Nazareth?
And the burst of Islam not the work of Muhammed of Mecca?
Neither will the admirable leadership of Julius Caesar;
Nor the conquests of the unlearned Charlemane,
And the military successes of Alexander the great,
Be forgotten in History.
If the British can forget Napoleon’s continental system
Jews then, would forget Hitler’s concentration camps
And history would entirely cease recalling his mentor Mussolini.
What if Carl Marx did not propound radical socialism?
Lenin then, would not have smashed the bourgeoisie and ruled Russia
Neither would the principles of Marxism-Leninism be sustained by Stalin
Nor would Churchill seal the border between the East and the West with an iron curtain.
A grave mistake it would be to forget Martin Luther King Jr.
For if he be forgotten, Mahatma Ghandi then would also be
And the entire movement of nonviolence
Will stop covering many pages of modern history books.
Had it not for Kwame Nkruma and Hastings Banda to cut the rope of colonialism
The ambitious Cecil Rhodes then,
Would have drained the whole continent of all its economic wealth.
The ascendancy of Nelson Mandela from the horizon of apartheid
Was not the beginning of Maximillien Robespierre’s reign of terror;
Characterized by avenges and reprisals
But the emergence of Abraham Lincoln’s true democracy.
What if Caesar were not butchered?
William Shakespeare then, would not have been the greatest playwright
Causing Charles Dickens and Chinua Achebe not to appear.
For the existence of a Jewish state, David Ben Gulion fought
But for the reemergence of a Palestinian state, Yasser Arafat strives.
Nang sa mundo ako ay nagkamulat
Sa isipan ko’y hindi ikaw ang hinangad,
Pangarap na maging ano o sino
Ang siyang sa puso ko’y namumuno.
Nang lisanin ko na ang sekundarya
Napatigil ako sa isang banda,
Bakit kaya noon kaydali mangarap?
Bakit kaya ngayon sobrang kayhirap?
Parang tinik sa lalamunan ang pagpili
Nang kursong magbibigay sayo ng galak at ngiti;
Halo-halong emosyon ang uusbong
Kahit sino-sino na lang ang tinalunton.
Mahabang panahon na ang aking ginugol
Sa pagpli ng pangarap na hindi mapupurol,
Iba’t ibang suhestiyon galing sa iba
Ngunit sa huli, ako pa rin ang magpapasya.
At nang araw ay dumating
Sa pagpasok sa paaralang Unibersidad
Tuliro ang isipan, pati ang damdamin
Ano bang kurso sa akin may kalidad?
Dumatal na ang dapithapon
Ngunit pasya ay di pa nabubuo
Litung-lito kung ano ang susundin
Si ama’t ina o aking isipan at damdamin?
Waring sana’y taimtim talagang pag-isipan
At tanawin ang mangyayari sa hinaharap
Lalong-lalo na ang gabay ni Amang Lumikha
Na siyang nagpukol sa atin ng buhay na dakila.
~so ilano akn kiran ~
Alamat ko sabaad ,
a dimasusorot a pd ,
na dima paparo a pd ,
na mainot so ndadata ,
na Lbi a katawangko...
Pnto angka i sabap,
a izaw olano akn?
na dadna rata adar,
o abay abayn ka,
ka iropa ago toosan...
Sakn na sakn man ,
a matagkalilid a taw,
na dita labotn tant ,
o pd a taw dika tmbo ...
Ingarangko man ai ,
a matag kasinaloda,
a makambi bida-bida,
a mbaram-barang maana,
isa na Rina-rinaw,
ikapd di khakilid,
Muri na dikhadaway,
na banda ka makapili ,
a tindosnnaw sa isa ,
go pangnal akongka bo.
a sakn- Ditadawayen sa Ranao ...
~ By: dsr Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Maranao Poem Translation:
- My Pseudo for them -
Last embrace
It was in Banda Aceh indonesia the year 2004
a beautiful day it seemed to those enjoying their vacations, then the Tsunami
struck one of the worst disasters of the modern era 250,000 people died that day
this is just one story.
Eighty years old both of them, sixty of them spent together
They were friends and lovers until the end,
they thought it would last forever.
They were enjoying breakfast leisurely
when they heard everyone begin to scream
That's when they knew, that they were doomed
no more time left, hold on for dear life was all they could do.
Their vacation plans were interrupted as were their very lives
their vocabulary expanded as they learned their last word
Tsunami!
Clutching onto each other with all the strength
that two elderly ones could muster
Their last look into each others eyes was eternal love
as the massive wave pulled them under.
They were found two days later a few miles away
still in their last embrace.
Amazingly, peace and a even a smile
was still on their faces.
Their memories were united until the very end
now they wait in God's memory to be reunited again.
John Derek Hamilton
May 05,2016
Hold on your horses!
Did you just say that women can't?
Did I hear you say that they are inferior?
Or did you just call them household helpers?
Gone are the days when women did nothing,
Gone are them days when housewives was their career,
Gone is the era when their existence was to please men,
Gone is the slogan that women can do what men tell them to.
Women can make earth a better place even better,
Look what Joyce Banda did,a greatest leader of all times,
Take a look at Winnie Madkizela,a greatest force in Anti-Apartheid,
Look at what Ellen Johnson Sirleaf did,isn't it credit-worthy?
We need more Maya Angelous in poetry,
We need more Chimamandas in literary works,
We need more females who can think freely and talk their minds,
We need a generation where women's voices will be heard.
This will come to pass if only we embrace change,
This will only happen if we decolonize our minds from male chauvinism,
And this will begin from empowering our sisters,
For one that educates a girl educates a community.
©Poet Igweee
I call upon my fellow leaders to know that there can only
be one winner in an election,
and the rest contenders risk losing the elections__
Even after losing the elections,you must learn to love one another
and live your life as if you were a winner.
I was the commander- in -chief of the armed forces and I could
have disputed the outcome of elections and endangered the
lives of my countrymen__ into a blood civil war.
After losing the elections as an incumbent president,some compatriots
called me a coward for accepting defeat!
Therefore,I urge my fellow leaders still serving as presidents to emulate
my decision of accepting defeat and to realise that even after losing
presidency you wil still live a dignified life.
chipepo lwele
*To Rupiah Banda the former president of the Republic of Zambia.
Term of office 2008-2011.Long Live Rupiah Bwezani Banda,Long Live Zambia.
A matter of odd
A matter of odd
It is matter of odd to me
cause some are engaged to banda my town
Since the creation of world
Even God does not dear to banda again
Once civilazation began
It took pace of forwarding with motion
I know no none valoured to stop
To do banda and stagnation
Culture in my town geared
A timidity to win stopping speed of lives
In place of running vehicles
I unwittingly noticed plays of children
In those unknown faces of children, a pain
Loss of education and a matter of odd
But defeating with vandalism, if spoken
My town closes doors of morning
Still I rear hope sun and wind
Do not share with them
And emerges far from the top of hill
As usual, then I breathe a hope of death of banda.
Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey
Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries,
via GPS devices with weather proof inlay,
nor without the need to be caught unaware
fall out from skies foggy gray
regarding unexpected pellet size droppings
from reindeer unless docile
creatures made out of clay,
on second thought maybe,
I best remain indoors, sing alone in dolce
and secretly lay
in wait for fictitious busy
body, and yell "HAY,"
whose charitable larding
out gifts all the way
around the webbed wide world
purportedly all done for no pay,
gives me reason (with rhyme) to pause,
and be a bit suspicious eh,
cuz there must be some
legally tendered way
hmm...maybe exploitation or unfair
labor laws he doth not betray
heavy set fellow oft
times donning spectacles—tortoiseshell gray
cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers,
or skivvies flying over Bombay
wearing a red coat housing
undoubtedly sweating away
bullets with white fur collar,
now bulletproof in case
he gets trapped in an alleyway,
a red hat with white fur,
topped of with nosegay
and pistol tucked away
black leather belt and boots hide say
animal rights and sweat shop
protesters deem unethical today
so many trappings scream UPDATE
maybe there's apps that
zap from North Pole assay
ying at light speed into electronically
woven into trademark suits made in Uruguay
by natives originally from
Banda Aceh (pronounced as "H" "A")
to completing stitching outfits
in the event oven neigh
unexpected tsu nam may
as tends to happen unpredictably
this time of year wreaking havoc
leaving islanders homeless, dazed and astray.
Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree
Leather corset paired with his jet black hair,
Moving with grace at the age of seventy
To the right of the register towering above
The marble counter, the burnout teen dreams
Of welding underwater. A master of sparks
Under the pressure of the indomitable sea
Within his perspective the walls contort,
Xanax whispers in voices of an angel’s Hark
“They won’t know if the register’s short”
Behind the oven is the maestro of cheese and painted tomato
Luis whistles and sings ballads in the tongues of banda
Smiling at nothing with teeth all jagged and yellow
Welcoming all who wander with an “Ah mi amigo, ¿como estas?”
A jolly grin and laughing lungs lift a belly made of pizza dough
The oiled gears of a restaurant’s engine, fueled by cervezas
Joe rides into the shop he owns on his jet black Harley
To work with the line cooks in his leather steel toed boots
He was once Philly cop, and he may still be stuck in center city
He never lets his gun leave the secure embrace of his belt loop
Yet under such a Italian-American macho man brovato
Lies the soul of a tender soul that loves to cook for his community
Across the street, sunflowers raise their winter withered heads
The sizzling steak sandwiches sing in a chorus of cholesterol
The leather booths welcome anyone escaping the World’s dread
So come to Carmines, a source of solace for any and all
Poetry is the excellence of mind in communication;
Conveying a poets’ resonating thoughts with emotions.
Floating in true freedom of captured words.
Frozen picture, clicked words laced with time.
Malice for the modern poet in abstract thoughts;
O! Ghalib why you wrote and I did not understand?
Towards one and all, I whet this divine grudge;
Only God should write, Banda Tab Hee Samjhey.
(‘Banda Tab Hee Samjhey’- only then will I understand)
Article
reference:-http://epaper.hindustantimes.com//artMailDisp.aspx?article=30_05_2009_015_004&typ=1&pub=47
1.Accident Attempt.
2.Murder Attempt.
3.Injection Attempt.
4.Chemical Drink..
Note.Hun tay banda ban Ja!!
.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture
the robot with navigation control
seeking cactus fruit and rare stones
the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns
embordered in to silks and cottons
from the looms of yarners the warmth of a poncho
a tent and rv for staying
CORLEO for exploration
"the area known as desert Tulips."
The vibrant blooms of the Adenium Obesum
they sought to find the treasures in
a complicated environment.
peyote, a cactus with a button-like crowns
she spoke again in a much noticeable tone
her voice a soothing distinctive tone
a songlike chant a melonic flow
Banda the brasses and woodwinds
could her melonic tone as she spoke
nearly singing, she soothed me into her words
we came upon an outcrop of assorted rocks
one to include agate, amethyst, beryl, fluorite,
garnet, opal, barite, calcite, chalcedony,
jasper, quartz, lapis lazuli, and malachite.
walking barefoot on the concrete slab of the trailer
makes her feet as black as tar
Yeshu"a bin Yusef she spoke
of her troubles and in trouble
I will speak this name she said
then I shall seek remedy
and seek solution to our needs
all while not telling what
the crown of the desert
really meant
I felt used and foolish.
My company to her nothing special
as her next friend shall be the same.
Nothing specail, just a mere person
A polarizing perception of a weak man.
The Myth of belonging
just woman exploiting men.
A Brothel in 1800's is belived to be a myth
until a truck of gold is found
and a book with the names of many
people discovered
"Mujer tribal puta" was the cover-up
and now we know why.
they hasd discovered how to use
wires to communicate
and wished to keep
it a secret.
the Joshua Trees rattle from
Quakes.