Horse Africa Poems

The Flower Seller

Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, 

She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, 

Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows,

beneath billowing hand stitched,...

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the past revisited 

He was going back to his home in a tiny village from 
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate...

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George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie

trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin 
to present president; biden his time
trying to...

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I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws

I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles

I used...

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Villanelle the Foal

A gripping dance 
(12 men lift a rigid horse onto a pick-up truck).
I drive gate-wide

in the Volvo 
(Mummy, what are they doing with...

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The dots guide me towards the path of my ancestry,
Along the ivory gold shores of West Africa,
The wind, 
a horse drawn carriage for the call...

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Years add on and still are not free,
Earth's jewelleries are precious golden;

Yet are seen deemed with worth are cling .
In all the fumbles, ponder within;

As...

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The destruction of the cell in the dialectic of negativity
Shooting arrows of light towards the body of the self
Solar processes and nuclear fusion
Sustainable Amazonian Euterpe...

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I am Urundi, the daughter of a king,
     I want to tell you a story about my destiny.
   ...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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Lady Godiva 
If you believe in your quest 
How far can you go 

Could you be able to degrade
Your pride 
Just to get your request

How...

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The horse with the rider of death

The horse of democracy 
Rolls with the rider of death 
In the third world countries

Even the west still 
Feels...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof 
drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover
 of our...

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The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.

An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed...

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