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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday, somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money, is it land?
I do not own any of them, I’m just a simple man

I remember, when I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmothers hands…
You ripped me away from her, from my home
You took me away from my heart, you took me away from my soul

I feel helpless, I feel low
It’s hard to play along when I know, I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country, people I want to save
When I look around me, people I wish to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
When the world around is bigger than you

To the fools who dare murder in his name
When God gave us life…
He warned us, only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria, my home
Oh Syria, my all
Oh Syria, what did they hurt you for?
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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All Things New

And the Most High looked below,
And saw confusion and turmoil 
Beneath the firmament of the heavens -
Boiling hot waters between landmass and rocks!

He left heaven in spirit form and went
roving to and fro,
And He wondered: "What could I do with THIS"!

And in the "face" of the one who wished he could become
Like the One who created All things, including his
first born Son,
The Creator made ALL things; and they were Good!

All of Creation had and still has a unique purpose:
- Heavenly and Earthly bodies
- Stars, Planets and their Moons
- Vegetation first, to feed all living things
- fish and Sea Creatures
- Crawling things to devour debris
- Birds and Fowls of the air
- Wild animals who help decrease population of small ones
- Animals for food and domestic purposes
- And Humankind as unique individuals,
  Created a little "lower than angels" to care for
  And replenish resources of this earth;
  As well as glorify him with gifts and talents!

All these were and still are Good,
For all of creation serves a Special Purpose,
According to the will of the Almighty - 
The Alpha and the Omega,
The One who was and is to come!

What is the Purpose of his only Son today?
This is a New Year, will we make some things new?

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016

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For You, Tata Madiba - Nelson Mandela

                 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 | Year Posted 2013

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A comrade like Ben

                                 A Comrade like Ben

A statesman like Mandela diplomatically
suspended the necessary struggle of opposites,
gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation….
exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs
imperialist to invisibled indigenes  
lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton
and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets

a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself…
Ben Palmer Louw, always
beautiful in your pregnant concern
that freedom , dignity and justice
is tangible and beautiful as black skin, kinky hair
is real when a continent’s wealth is fairly shared
is manifested when the state collapses in selfless deeds

old man Nelson turned ninety and is now a teddy
to those who feared the terrorist at forty.
He no longer speak for himself but for his party 
and the party is a self-serving affair.

Pity your death at thirty-something
when Nelson started talking to his racist oppressors.

For ten years you and your young militant army
punctured holes in the racist ideology, 
marched flames and thunder through townships,
died in your thousands, 
stopping with blood and bones
bullets casted for centuries by the fascist
in black holes of greed and fear.  

“A shame … but subversion is to blame ”
`` the defenders of law and order loudly exclaimed 
“Not good for business”…the moneybags conceded
“ if Soweto bleeds , profit –rates  receeds . ”
“Give black chiefs and compradors the garrotte 
 and stick the small change of capital under their nose  .
 They will throttle the radical noises at the root ”.  

Wounded deeply, your rapid-firing baritone voice
still thundered on battle-fields and in halls,
urging us to destroy mental and wage slavery.
I saw you fight for freedom 
the whole scorching way,
every hour of that long bloody apartheid day…
but one night
you leaped ,
proud black brother of mine,
right into the sky…
fist raised high as heaven with a two-hour smile
whispering re-assuringly “Don’t ever give up, gents…
the harder they come , the harder they fall. 
See… brothers and sisters…revolution is!

In memory and respect to Ben Palmer Louw (1950-1987)a student leader of 1976 soweto insurrection 			

Copyright © Neil Mcdonald | Year Posted 2011

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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 | Year Posted 2013

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Freedom Flight

(In Memory Of The late Amelia Earhart)

To her Dreams, she held on
Never turning back or giving
up the fight
How she soared the blue skies
with all of her might
Through all kinds of weatherm Day
and Night
Until, she came to disappear, from
Let's Hope to God, that She "saw the

Copyright © Karin Edwards | Year Posted 2013

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For You, Tata Madiba - Nelson Mandela

                 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 | Year Posted 2013

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Soul Fractals

Soul Fractals 

My shattered soul is 
Shattered throughout space and time
Infinite fractals
Holographic pieces
Containing the Whole

I am stardust in a faraway galaxy 
And the warming rays of the sun
The blade of grass on a meadow 
Gently undulating in the breeze
The refreshing rain on arid plain
And the tree that has seen it all
I am the mountain standing firm
In neutral observation 
I am the waves on the water 
And teeming life within

I am the Sirius in human disguise
And the Quantum of light
A traveling photon shooting through 
An ocean of emptiness
Heralding change

I see myself reflected
A thousand times
I  read my words
In other poets poems and 
Hear my song sung
By venerated voices 
My hopes and dreams are
Imagined into reality
By actors calling themselves humans
Unaware of there role
On the stage of life

I am the little girl
Scared to face the world
And the Amazon with eagle eyes
And heightened senses
Confident about my next move 
The Taua/Nana burned by a lifetime of suffering 
And the one crouching
Behind the eyes of a beggar
Beholding the careless passerby
Who is
Oblivious to my existence

I am the sniper on the roof
The killer and the killed
The mother tenderly nursing my child
And the little lost girl lost in ecstasy 
When I see the ocean
 for the first time 

I am the light 
I am the dark
The poet and the poem
The muse of the painter
And the colour on her brush 
The blank canvas 
and the piece of art
Everything and nothing 
A paradox of the universe 

I am sending out
a magnetic pulse
Shouting out love into space
Calling my shattered pieces
Back to my heart.

Copyright © Jamesa Love | Year Posted 2016

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Polished Dust

Polished Dust

Ha- haa our community has reared a bull
As it moves from the kraal it charges
Against a tree, a rock, and anything
When the moon peeps it charges at it	

When the sun rises it sneezes at it 
When cloud swims above it raises dust
Wanting to jump and touch the sky
Giggling like a ghost when darkness knocks

You meet such bulls in grazing lands
Day in, day out busy charging at all
Sometimes with tongues poked out, 
Releasing hot dung in water they drink
Generations in and out the game continues
With futile action of polished dust
This land of humans with rationalism aside
Is rich in polished dust more than all

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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I love thy pleasure 
of thy mind feather
such honor to dive
in one cell alive

some sort of thrive 
to let go not strive
and let my tears rive

i love thy measure
of thy mind feather
rapped up in leather
beautiful like heather
winds up the weather 

right state of feather
i love thy pleasure 

Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016

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Elegy For A Soldier

He was just a brash young kid,
Couldn't even legally drink.
He did all the things he did
Because he had freedom to think.
He watched America bleed
From terrorists across the sea.
He answered his countrie's need,
Wanting to be all he could be.
He went to war to defend
The freedom we've all come to know.
He thought maybe in the end
He' d make a difference and so
He gave all he had to give.

Copyright © Ashley Lowery | Year Posted 2006

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Broken Desire Highway

deep brush brown her locks
turned my key
pleading nutmeg eyes
her lips, face dried out from
too much jesus not enough sex

and here not even a cold hollow kiss
could dampen the warm nest we twigged

together a million miles stranded
 off broken desire highway

here flesh puppet carcasses
burn their sidewalk gaze into the ancient wind rage

and cornered angels sing rock of ages to broken ears
who would hear
a song rising up to paradise

Copyright © michael amitin | Year Posted 2015

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Little Angels of Chibok

I send the busy bee my eyeful messenger
Buzzing and searching in the forests of Chibok
But not a sign of little angels of Chibok anywhere
Little angels of Chibok talk to me, where are you?
The Harmattan that whispers in the leaves
The rooster that crows to wake the world
Thump my heart with undying sweet hopes
Little angels of Chibok a sign for me, where are you?

When the sun flashes its rays through wall cracks
And the moon raises her right hand in the horizon
I see tongues of hope of your due home-coming
Little angels of Chibok, is this a dream or a reality?

My soul is like Sahel burning bush- fire on a wild tour
There is no resting place for my soul in Nigeria
When I recall your cutting smiles and piercing eyes
Little angels of Chibok, what to do with this undying love?

Your dinner chair is vacant at home every meal
Your desk is empty in examination room in Chibok
Your playmates are waiting eagerly at Chibok
Little angels of Chibok tell me in a dream, where are you?

Yes; with eyes full of tears of hope against hope
The heart fresh with life like new leaf peeping from a stem
I close my eyes and see you tearing bushes coming home 
For the God who created you for a reason is not asleep

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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The Sophistry of Eons

I have been sequestered amongst the desert sands
like the Israelites before they claimed Canaan
Wandering about right beside my homeland
All for some kind of cosmic lesson or training

    The unsatisfying, brackish water of this cactus
    Has given me just enough energy to walk a little more
    Yet I feel this is all prologue; it is merely practice
    So I wave to Zacchaeus as I climb the sycamore

        From such lofty heights I can see a formidable plateau
        On which most men sit back and rest on their laurels
        I hear the legato breaking the walls around Jericho
        Likewise, I hear the Pharisees speaking about morals

            I see a man scribbling something odd in the dirt
            And abruptly everyone holding stones drops them and flees
            I see freedom from bondage with but a few words
            And I see myself rise above by dropping to my knees  

                Finally, I see all the world aflame and begging for another Flood
                I see Two Lampstands standing before God and the earth
                Many could have been saved if they had just washed in the Blood
                But they new only of value and nothing of worth

Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016

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On Stopping Big Ben

On Stopping Big Ben

Our bell is silent now;
Silence marks the passing of each hour.
The tower has no comment, makes no sound
Despite thirteen tons of primeval power.

Our bell is silent now;
The sun dimmed in mute protestation
The day it stopped, the day life turned
Into a sentence lacking punctuation.

Our bell is silent now;
It used to speak, same call to all,
No misunderstanding, no spin of truth,
Unlike those below in marbled hall.

Our bell is silent now;
Our voice diminished across the sphere,
Our orb and sceptre have played their part.
This isle now travels in hope or fear.

Our bell is silent now;
For four long years it will draw its breath,
And then exhale when hammer strikes,
To mark the tides of life and death.

Our bell is silent now;
Its tone and timbre oft in doubt,
Cracked and flawed like us all.
We’ll all miss his freedom shout.

Our bell is silent now;
Its silence diminishes us all.
As clods are washed away by sea,
Who does the bell toll for?
It tolls for thee.

Copyright © Keith Murphy | Year Posted 2017