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Skeletons

I sit On a coach made of leather
......
While she sits on a dust of mud and feathers


I walk under the cool breeze of the sun
.....
While she hangs an empty bucket on her head for a run


I dust the crumbs of leftovers
...
While she feeds the peace of her slumber


I travelled on wings over the blue
..
While her living in time is but a flu

     

     Take my hand Africa
   Take Your skeletons With you
  And embrace hunger

Even in death
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Hyle Chu

Date: 9/2/2009 6:16:00 PM

So you did use that idea, huh. WOW. I really liked this, Saj. VERY nice write. FAVORITES!

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/17/2009 3:24:00 AM

Congratulations on your win in Sami's contest Sajdah. Love, Carol

Hyle Chu

Date: 8/2/2009 3:17:00 PM

I like. You going to put this into Sami Al-khalili's "A Piece of Bread Please" contest?

Jay Loveless

Date: 7/27/2009 6:02:00 PM

beautiful babygirl. i love this saj.

Prince Freakasso

Date: 7/21/2009 3:16:00 AM

very,very interesting write! I enjoyed it. And thank U for your powerful comment also. It was really encouraging.Rgds,Prince

Andrew Crisci

Date: 7/17/2009 7:53:00 AM

Hi! Thank you for you comment on my poem. o. The verses in my poetry are are inspired by the experinces, either good or bad, I have gotten from life. It amazes me ,sometimes, how I can pen down such thoughts! It must be the source of spirituality and wisdom within my soul. I love your poem, "Skeletons," it reminds me of the stark reality of Africa. May god bless you always. I wish you success in your poetry endeavors. Warm Regards, Andrew.