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Elegy Water Poems | Elegy Poems About Water
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Glimmer is her body of a water
Deep crystal clear surrounded by
overgrown trees and wild flowers
Situated between two villages
also known as the lovers pond
Where every young lovers met and
had their first kiss
Her pure sweetness flows to the edges
where little CherryAnn would love to bend
and dip her little fingers to taste its sweet freshness
She would dip her little feet and feel its
coolness inviting her deeper
She knew she was not allowed to go
in any further like the older kids do
- but she didn't know why
She would love to mimic the older kids
splashing and laughing in the center of the pond
She can only play by the edges and giggle
While mommy's eyes dwell on her
She would run back yelling
-Mommy mommy I dwunk the watta
-Mommy mi feet wet
Mommy's face would light up, her heart
expand with sweet love for her little baby girl
But one afternoon after mommy was
done with her house chores and went
to wake little CherryAnn from her nap
only to find an empty room
Mommy softly calling "my sweet pea"
where are you
Mommy was calling four to five times
and still no giggling from her little CherryAnn
Alarm sound went off in mommy's heart
Mommy running around the house
the back yard and the neighbors
Yelling where is my little baby CherryAnn
All the other kids were in school
So she had no one to play with
But... Her favorite Drink...The body
of a water that's hidden by over grown
trees and wild flowers she had her own playmate
- but mommy wasn't with her
Mommy was running as fast as her feet can carry her
But mommy couldn't run faster
But mommy was too late
There in the center of her pond
floating facedown mommy's little baby girl
Lifting her out
Pumping her chest
Blowing air into her mouth
Calling her name
Little baby CherryAnn breathless
Mommy's heart stopped
Mommy's world is never the same anymore... The pond is now covered with dirt.
Akkina R Downing
This is a true story about my sister and her little baby girl CherryAnn Who was taken away at only 4years old and sweetest angel
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2016
People are like ripples,
Running across the lake.
No matter how hard you try,
You can’t catch them,
And keep them in one place.
People are like ripples,
Drifting across the lake.
Despite all your efforts
You can’t hold them close
And keep them next you.
People are like ripples
Reaching across the lake,
They become distant memories
Echoing in my mind,
Creating a sweet, bitter taste.
Copyright © Kay Cary | Year Posted 2016
He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation to Greathouse, dancing in gully and stream
And if we dance again today, he choreographs nuance and fiber
Still; this talented son, this bright native of the Martha Brae River.
He is the twin soul of that Manley, our horizons in the sun
And when at Mona, he taught me how to run with my ton.
O farewell, brother of my brother, mentor that from your distance shape
Me into a patriotic landscape where my children may build, farewell
Sweet intellect; and O may they bring our Mframadan like cloth to drape
Your rest. All your public life was nobly spent, farewell, Rex, farewell!
Your footprints are bright, not castles in sand, from high hills shine
The glory of your days. O Griot, go the bidding now of the Divine
O Blow the abeng now, beat the kumina drum, O village peel
The bells of jubilee again. Aluta Continua, Rex, go take your seal!
Mi mumma band her belly and bawl long time, yai water like rain
Hot like Clarendon springs, and the world like blue mountain mist
So cold, O emptiness, emptiness is such a dread, O such a pain
What shall we do with out hollowness now, and how shall we resist
Again the shackles of injustice, O that there were Marley
To sing this icon into the icon of memory, for all our history
Is but words on a page until we can retrieve the past to right
Today and make tomorrow bright again. He was that light.
O Kilmanjaro weep! O Timbuctu weep! O Meroe and kujo's clan
Weep for the death of man, a sterling man, a grandiose design
That met its worth in gold in deeds of him. All our life is like sand
Worn from the rock of being by tides and seasons, and no sign
To tell where wind or water carry us, we are blown away
The shadow of the sand is gone, but never cannot decay
It is too immaterial, its presence is like his fragrance here
Bill still O Niger, and you great Nile, I borrow you for a tear.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
(for Chris Okigbo)
The sparks of her face
Shone like the shiny water –
Decked with an eternal beauty
Of a brief exit
As a star on the earth:
Hidden drums drum her
To dwelling places
Planted in the Niger –
Sparks of guardianship
Is lost at a river-side:
Into the deep palaces
Of the water-maid.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009