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Mother Africa

Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of     
                     
Africa is strife, killings, starvation and poverty  

Brothers killing brothers
And innocent bloods are being shed every day
                                 
Arise! Mother Africa and save your child.
Give hope to the hopeless
And strength to the weak
                                        
Liberty to the oppressed
Peace to the restless and succor to the needy
      
From Free town in Sierra Leone 
to Darfur region in the Republic of Congo.
From the Niger Delta region in Nigeria to Monrovia in Liberia
From Addis Ababa in Ethiopia to Sudan
From Luanda in Angola to Kinshasa in Zaire
From Cape Town South Africa to Nairobi Kenya
Let there be peace, love, unity and prosperity in the Land
Dear Mother Africa!
Show us the way and save Africa your beloved child in whom you are  
Well pleased.

couragepeacemotherafricamotherlight verse

Kwaku Brunei

"American Montra" Made Dyce"You Can:t be Syrus"
Dantresser submit to his "Dragonhamner" Claw
At 7:05 in Quebec to become the Canadian heavyweight Champion.

Visiting stars from China and Angola were
Presented awards from the international
Busy fund, Handsome Stan Kuerer took exception
To the event, and challenged the Visitors
To a tag match against he, and a partner
Of his choosing,the visters excepted
And the Promter of the region disallowed
The Handsome Stan Kuerer to team with
His fellow stable mate And order
Him to team with Asu Amoriz "the Tention
Senncion". The match ended @12:01
When. Asu pinned the China national champion
Following an off the toprope belly to belly..

The official time of the bout has been disputed due to the edited footage, that started prior to the official beganning referee BigDaddy Fritez didn't enter the ring until 1:56, this means the official time for the bout is 9:01.

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A Day In My Life

Waking to the call to prayer near a Turkish mosque 
Blowing “bonjour” to passersby in chic, classy France 
Nibbling cheese on a snow-capped mountaintop in Switzerland 
Printing footsteps across the linen snow in Siberia 

Singing with the birds on the Mongolian grasslands 
Gathering simple smiles along a street in Indonesia 
Strutting past all the windows down Fifth Avenue 
Dancing with the pouring rain in the Amazon 

Inhaling the love swirling in the Darling Harbour breeze 
Planting kisses on the sparkling gems of Angola 
Tasting the spice-laced air in a crowded market of Morocco 
Leading a weary camel through the desert of Arabia 

Then near the end of the day I 
Wade across the Red Sea to catch 
The sunset on the golden Egyptian sand and 
Lay back to count the stars 
With my head against a date palm tree 
Somewhere in the silent darkness of Afghanistan.

adventureimaginationlifenatureprayerfree verse

I am writing to ask you about yourself
And your family in Nigeria and other black countries.
I have seen the bitter difference here;
The difference between Nigeria and other countries,
Then tears stream down from my eyes as I watch
My people in sorrow and suffering--
I cried as I watched the development here and
Looking back home I remembered our dark streets
And, the roads in tears of potholes and refuse.
Here I am, there is constant power supply,
Good road Network; free from potholes and dirties.
The street lights are working and the drainage
Channels are well strutured like those at Onitsha.
We have an enjoyable atmosphere; free from
Polluted air and polluted water unlike our country.
The government are more interested in Revenue generation rather than revenue sharing and aloitment of public funds.
Everyone is involve in the building of the nation,
They promote fiscal discipline, job creation and economic growth, sport development, restoring confidence in their health sector;
Championing peace, ensuring gender equality and woman empowerment, stabilizing the strength of their sub-region, empowering the youth to be productive home and abroad and,
The educational sectors are not abandoned to strike.
Here I am with tears for our beloved country;
The country whose leaders concentrated more on oil
And abandoning the other sphere of the economy.
Then, we were the highest cocoa producing country but another wiser has taken the glory from us.
Years back, we were the highest oil producing country in Africa but Angola has taken over.
We are no longer producing yam and other Agricultural products.
What happens next if the oil wells dry up tomorrow?
Friend, I have seen the different in my quest for greener pasture.
Tomorrow only can tell where we are going-
Say me well to your family, hope to hear from you
Tales of my country, my craving ears await you.

WILLIAMS

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Boredom

It all started interestingly
Until the arrival of Mr. Lecturer
Then there comes the boredom of the four walls
Looking back, all heads on the table
It looked like they were praying
Little did I know they were sleeping
Out of the boredom of the four walls

It all started interestingly
And indeed very romantic
And highly fantastic
Not until you suddenly turned a dove
As gentle as a sheep
What happened to you?
I have no idea
Suddenly the bubbling love city
Turned a graveyard
Hmmmm…the boredom of love city

Visitation to the other room
Used to be very interesting
Different day comes with different styles and position
Being a “Barca” fan used to be fun
As “Dog” used to be our favorite pet
When you suddenly turned a “Missionary”
I have no idea
Beating Chelsea became inevitable
As you became Nigerian politics
Static in one position
The fun then then turned boredom
The boredom of the other room

It started interestingly
With the spirit of Matriculation in the air
First year was awesomely interesting
Angola and Mozambique hall were so fun
Until part 2 and above
When nothing seems interesting again
But the anticipation of FYB moment
The boredom of School

Boredom is not good
So if it is getting boring
Don’t give up trying
Make it interesting
At all cost without hurting
Because...
Boredom can be frustrating

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Af-Rui-Ka

The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves

I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped as they combed

The British in Sudan and the French colonies
Never helped Africa being brought to it's knees

This beautiful continent enjoying political appease
But it has a powder-keg fuse that can light with such ease

Angola, Uganda, and Rwanda hit the news
Civil Wars and Genocide once again man's abuse

The biggest sore it carries in this quite wonderful place
One word, slavery, white man's ultimate disgrace

It's not for me to say about a place I don't belong
It's just such a tragedy that it's seen so many wrongs

This continent called Africa, African through and through
Adeleke Adeite, be proud to be you

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Places You Will Never Find Me

PLACES   YOU’LL   NEVER   FIND   ME



At any rap concert for fun,
At home watching a Merv Griffin  re-run,
Singing bawdy drunken choruses of “There once was a nun”,

Under an expensive suntan machine,
In a sushi bar, eating fish, marine,
At the Diamond Jubilee garden party for the Queen,

At a catwalk with scowling skeletons as fashion artists,
Behind a booth-curtain voting for some racists,    
In an East Lansing fundraiser  for  NRA activists,

On a golf course   - because I’m below par,
Visiting  Australia  -  because it’s too far,
Driving   coast to coast  -  no car,    

In  British Columbia (ever again)  -   too wet,
In Mexico, Brazil, Angola  -  too hot,
Jogging in the NYC marathon   -  not fit,  too fat.

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Any Editor To Any Poet

These vain attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(and not as catchy).  Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)

But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Spensers is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.)  Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract.  Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us.  The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking.  Don’t be late!

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We Were Slaves--1619

Over 400 years ago, the arrival of 20 or more enslaved Africans are called ‘The Beginning of USA Slavery', which are much more complex than that.
We were kidnapped from Angola, forced on a Portuguese ship, tied from head to toes, Europeans called "The New World"—stolen from that ship,
English pirates confrontation on Mexico coast 20 or more,
“Odd *******” landed at the Point Comfort 1619, English settlement would become Virginia.

Injured defenseless, don’t know what to do; would you?
Duly noted, colony’s secretary, famous as the widower of Native American Pocahontas.
The horror of the journey began with 350 slaves, onboard “The San Juan Bautista",
One of terror, hunger, death even before the piracy begins,
Half would die Portuguese ship, some of millions would perish,
Middle Passage, 1600s to 1800s, before the docked near Veracruz,
Overboard they would go, feeding the sharks valuable no more.

2019 anniversary of the slaves, arrival in the USA must be observed,
No more shall it be paying tribute to perseverance and resilience,
African-American History Commission, Virginia’s 2019 Commemoration, American Evolution,
States—Nations—history must remember that we are Americans,
Complexity as it may be for some to know we are here to stay.

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Back In The Day

Written By:  D. Collins 2/15/25


We all did grime to survive back in the day.
Some go caught up, while some of us got away.
I place no judgement on whatever it takes to eat.
By Any Means Necessary, put toys under the tree.


Back in the day snitches didn't exist.
A bid in Angola was a slap on the wrist.
You just come out the way you went in.
A man amongst the most ruthless of men.


And, if repetition is what puts food on your plate.
Do what you do, just like back in the day.
How they live uptown is how you strive to live.
And, whatever it takes, a man feeds his kids.

lifecouplet

Brown Eyed Lady

"American Montra" Made Dyce"You Can:t be Syrus"
Dantresser submit to his "Dragonhamner" Claw
At 7:05 in Quebec to become the Canadian heavyweight Champion.

Visiting stars from China and Angola were
Presented awards from the international
Busy fund, Handsome Stan Kuerer took exception
To the event, and challenged the Visitors
To a tag match against he, and a partner
Of his choosing,the visters excepted
And the Promter of the region disallowed
The Handsome Stan Kuerer to team with
His fellow stable mate And order
Him to team with Asu Amoriz "the Tention
Senncion". The match ended @12:01
When. Asu pinned the China national champion
Following a belly2belly off the toprope belly to belly..

Here I am sit
Alone
There's no one else
Theirs no one else
Find it hard to bare
Cause theirs
No one else
Try to keep
Occupied
With stuff
To do
Will you comeback
Home
So it will be me and you
Here I sit all alone
I'm just the lonely one

Best Angola Poems

Mother Africa

Welcome To the Party

Africa

Cuba

Kwaku Brunei

Kwanza River

A Day In My Life

Letter From Home

Boredom

Af-Rui-Ka

Places You Will Never Find Me

Any Editor To Any Poet

We Were Slaves--1619

Back In The Day

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