I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper
And heard have I of his unique white mama,
Who wouldn’t the flame surrender to coma,
Rockier getting than Nigerian’s Zuma
And quite the cougar of America’s Puma…
All that for fanciful catchers of History
And zestful peddlers of exciting mystery,
For say it I still
A-top our tallest hill:
The guy was all along full American,
To his boxers so, less Republican
His returns of cheers completely Un African
Ascents of staircases for the Mexican
His oscillating heard during speeches
Electric fan-perfect, no breaches…
Abort this try to find out
And –please- don’t fail to shout:
Ex-president Barrack Hussein
Lost only to the American smoking sin.
Categories:
barak, analogy, celebration, celebrity, character,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, Lord
I am all yours
All yours
Yes all yours
it's all up to you that
I'm freely, freely choose
To be just all yours, all yours
Barak Shàbach
I bow down
To you O Lord
And loud adoration I proclaim
h a l a l
A celebrate and dance
h a l a l
O Lord God I celebrate loud
As I celebrate And dance Barak Shabach
Barak Shabach
Out loud I shout and proclaim
I bow down, I bow down out loud I shout and proclaim
Hallelujah glory to his name
Categories:
barak, appreciation, deep, devotion, song,
Form: Lyric
B arak means a stroke of lightning
A nd Mr. Obama lit the electorate on fire
R epublicans dimmed his initial flash
A lthough he parleyed it into quite a stash
K ennedy's Cape Cod Compound he'll next acquire
January 12, 2020
What's in a Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
Categories:
barak, fire, meaningful, money,
Form: Acrostic
BARAK TOWDAH- -
Oh, Father I bow down to you;
Heavenly Father I worship true;
And I will do just your will is do;
Barak I’ll bow down
Towdah to give thanks
My God, My God surrender it all I do
My God I surrender it all to you
I will be true, I’ll turn around just for you
Redeem me O Father
I repent and I am sorry
Oh, Father I bow down to you;
Heavenly Father I worship true;
And I will do just your will is do;
Barak I’ll bow down
Towdah to give thanks
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Categories:
barak, appreciation, devotion, song,
Form: Lyric
I walked toward the river Barak one evening's golden misty haze
My raw heart was aching a bee in spiderstrings' coiled image
The scent of fresh watercress did sink in drops of setting sun
I battered my doubts and cruised my blues on landscape's woozy auburn
I saw the strings of scatterbrains on the waves of space and time
Bones of them were feeding ants and splurgy maggots singing rime
Time is cruel, space distorts and mighty kingdoms go to dust
Bubbles set in crystal prism roll up future, present, past.
The night I spent on sandy bank of water haven‘s city views
The dawn came sharp and another day was off to a mighty start
Seeds of hope and hate and love and human ardor of many hues
Cast a spell of patch and piece on pace of streaming patron muse.
Categories:
barak, angst, earth, history, identity,
Form: Rhyme