Best Ase Poems
Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
Perfumed petals help
ease fragile minds from tension,
as calmness blossoms.
Cut flowers die premature.
Erupting roars of anguish.
Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His
Magnificent creation. As concrete as the firmament of earth,
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.
Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home.
Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born.
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a
Sacred manner. I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through
Nacre moments of pure intent. Like the Mother of Pearl when the
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light.
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child,
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....
Vaat baghtey mi tujhya hokarachi,
hokar tu mala dyava,
mag sarvatr tula fakt mi,
ani mala fakt tu disava,
vaat baghtey mi ya shanachi ,
EK SHAN ASA ASAVA.........!!
vaat baghtey mi aplya milanachi,
milan aaple wahve ase,
guntave apon eka pavitr bandhanat,
mag rutu vasantacha yava,
vaat baghtey mi ya shanachi,
EK SHAN ASA ASAVA.........!!
amar rahavi aapli prem-kahani,
tyat prem ase asave,
premachya ya god bandhnat guntun apon rahe,
mag varsh,din,mahina ekach vatava,
vaat baghtey mi ya shanachi,
EK SHAN ASA ASAVA..........!!
EK SHAN ASA ASAVA,
tu fakt majha asava,
tujhya kushit asave mi,
ani hatat majhya haat tujha asava,
vaat baghtey mi ya shanachi,
KADHITARI EK SHAN ASA ASAVA.......!!
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EKO @50
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOSS
DATE OF THOUGHT:2015
A damsel was born decades ago
Her name is EKO
Eko Ile Ogbon
She is the most sought after amongst other
The eyes of the Southwest states
The favourite of her mother Country Nigeria
The choice of all
Her northern and eastern arms is shared by the Gateway state (Ogun State)
Adun ba'rin ma to'si
Her western arms is shared with Republic of Benin
Even her Southern arms lies the Atlantic Ocean
Thanks to the ancient settlers of Eko the CENTER OF EXCELLENCE
The Aworis I salute thee "Kitigbe o" ? "O gbe ire"
Beckone on them for varieties of sea fishes; Obokun, Epiya............
Eko Akete
The home to deities of fortune and wealth
Eko Ile Aje
The first ever style can be found within her walls
Won kere si nonba Eko
Eko is ever radiant as the sun and the star
Her fortunes makes her markets rival to none;
Do you need food spices? Danfo knows the route to Oyingbo
Ladipo market is home to all automobile parts you ever think of
Your electronics solution lies in Alaba market
Attires of many colours that makes Eko the home of fashion is there in Balogun market
No wonder the mamooth population of different tribes
Igbo kwenu, your inmense investment cannot be ignored
Yaya dei,
Ara o le bi? Ase jere o
Eko a home to a number of warring ethnic group
To whom much is taken
Much is to be given
Now is the right time to celebrate her (Eko)
Let all her suitor gather round
Her celebration is on
Eko is just 50years, but her riches makes one think she's older than metuselat
If you have not been to Eko,it is certain you dont know Eyo
Her fortune spirit beckones on all
Eko is a friend of all, foe to none
Eko gbole o gbo'le
Eko embodies the economic future of Africa
"Eko o ni baje o" O baje ti"
I won't drop my pen, so I can write many more without saying Kabiosi o Oba Rilwan Akiolu 1. Also more grease to your elbow, your excellency Governor Akinwunmi Ambode.
Gbogbo Eko aku odun aku iyedun ooo
God Bless Lagos State. God bless Nigeria . God bless Africa.
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EKO AKETE @50
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:2015
A damsel was born decades ago
Her name is EKO
Eko Ile Ogbon
She is the most sought after amongst other
The eyes of the Southwest states
The favourite of her mother Country Nigeria
The choice of all
Her northern and eastern arms is shared by the Gateway state (Ogun State)
Adun ba'rin ma to'si
Her seat of power breaths at Alausa Ikeja.
Her western arms is shared with Republic of Benin
Even her Southern arms lies the Atlantic Ocean
Thanks to the ancient settlers of Eko the CENTER OF EXCELLENCE
The Aworis I salute thee "Kitigbe o" ? "O gbe ire"
Beckone on them for varieties of sea fishes; Obokun, Epiya............
Eko Akete
The home to deities of fortune and wealth
Eko Ile Aje
The first ever style can be found within her walls
Won kere si nonba Eko
Eko is ever radiant as the sun and the star
Her fortunes makes her markets rival to none;
Do you need food spices? Danfo knows the route to Oyingbo market
Ladipo market is home to all automobile parts you ever think of
Your electronics solution lies in Alaba market
Attires of many colours that makes Eko the home of fashion is there in Idumota/Balogun market
No wonder the mamooth population of different tribes
Igbo kwenu, your inmense investment cannot be ignored
Yaya dei,
Ara o le bi? Ase jere o
Eko a home to a number of warring ethnic groups
To whom much is taken
Much is to be given
"Itesiwaju Eko" "O jewa l'ogun"
Now is the right time to celebrate her (Eko)
Let all her suitors gather round
Her celebration is on
Eko is just 50years, but her riches makes one think she's older than methusela
If you have not been to Eko,it is certain you dont know Eyo
Her fortune spirit beckones on all
Eko is a friend of all, foe to none
Eko gbole o gbo'le
Eko embodies the economic future of Africa
"Eko o ni baje o" O baje ti"
I won't drop my pen, so I can write many more without saying Kabiosi o to Oba Rilwan Akiolu 1. Also I say more grease to your elbow, your excellency Governor Akinwunmi Ambode.
Gbogbo Eko aku odun aku iyedun ooo.
Poets Are Wonderful People
They are the cry of the unheard.
Wonderful persons are poets
the apple of many eye's ...
lOVE surrounds you.
You are protected by much
positive energy
emitted through prayer.
you can only partake
If you are certain it is there
Once you realize
your own worth
and acknowledge it
remember to receive.
the blessings of
the uni- verse
The uni-verse will hear
your verses and unite-verses.
with like minded beings.
The"Wind of Change" is always blowing.
visions may not always be as it seems
Somewhere birds are singing,
on this earthly plain,Water gurgles
as voices still struggle to be heard;
And as the seed pushes painfully
through the concrete you cannot hear
it's woes or silent screams.
And we only see the beauty when it
blossoms and stands alone,stronger
than all the coddled flowers in the garden.
And we in awesome amazement think
how am I connected to this dream...
The will to succeed is stronger than
the will to merely exist.
And to the universe we
chant our united verses.
let the poet people say ...ASE'
The Scottis Generale,
Nicholas McJockstrap
Waes undefaited fu a decaid
Due to the nikkirless trap
But on thys partikul day…
Thei stud on the highelands
Withe thir kyltes flyring highe
Ase thir baggpypis pleyed
“Thes wyll gyve yu a stye in yur ey”
Thir ennemy, takin abak
By the sicht thei sawe
Thene advaunced wyth a skreyme
Saing “shou eus soum moary”
The Scottis secreet weapun
Ded nott wark
It juist creatted a frynze
Drave the ennemy berrserk
The ennemy, sailors
Adaptared thei sexeul palatiat
As thei strypped ofe thei cloath
Ty revele frokes fram a swanne laik ballatt
Thei foloued thei Captain
Byg Baud Benn
Skreyming “Kille ale the women”
“Ande raap ale the meyn”
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Translation
The Scottish General
Nicholas McJockstrap
Was undefeated for a decade
Due to his nickerless trap
But on this particular day…
They stood on the highlands
With their kilts flying high
As their bagpipes played
“This will give you a sty in your eye”
Their enemy, taken aback
By the sight they saw
Then advanced with a scream
Saying “Show us some more”
The Scottish secret weapon
Did not work
It just created a frenzy
Drove the enemy berserk
The enemy sailors
Learned to adapt their sexual palates
As they stripped off their clothes
To reveal frocks from a swan lake ballet
They followed their Captain
Big Bad Ben
Screaming “Kill all the women”
“And rape all the men.”
Iintsomi
1. Awé awé
2. Woken by a distinct raucous of fellow farmers
3. Pilot holes whistling Atlantic squalls and the mourn for last supper.
4. I’m sardined into a bakkie.
5. Eks Langa Mathews. Coloured
6. Too white to be coloured, too coloured to be black .
7. I lay my head in Khayelitsha
8. Sometimes
9. Once, the crypt pipes egoli
10. Bon fired by faith
11. Today’s pick should fill my cup
12. I’m certain only wealthy deserve to live
13. Groomed in Genadendal
14. Bobotie umphokodo , the half-full primus and ma’ se houtlepel set the sun for a better tomorrow.
15. Age 16 picking the fruits of labour with no return of flavour
16. hopes fermented into yesterday
17. Drunk from the thoughts of tomorrow
18. Shosholoza Meyl, Jozi Maboneng!
19. 30
20. Finally, a ceramic roof, face brick wall and skopo for supper ema roomini ase Eldos
21. Neon lights dime street life reality
22. Palesa seeks refuge at the tip of the ‘alpha’ mans’ ego
23. Forgotten teachings from the dining table as we said amen.
24. Wasted.
25. Sigidla va?
26. Thabo asylumed from haven off the curbs of Hillbrow to Avalon, ancestral calling that maybe this time he’s found home.
It was a man from ASE ™
Who like to fix his car
On this snowy day
the man would say
Oh! How I miss AAA™
3/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Just as a boy grows into teenager
he is bound to one day grow into man
I think it's when he is just five years old
He becomes a demolition fan
At that juncture it's all about the tools
To dismantle what works perfectly well
They may be begin plastic at the start
But it triggers something in their cells
A teenager will start with something small
A lawnmower, dirt bike, then on to cars
Then as he ages and gain life experience
The quest for tools is written in the stars
It starts with a simple set of wrenches
Then moves on to socket sets and ratchet
Not just ASE, they need metric as well
A tool store is a veritable banquet
Metal worker, wood crafter, mechanic
Plumber a welder and electrician
Wrapped up in a testosterone package
Needing a new tool for the next mission
Watch as his eye light, when reaching for a tool
That's new to the market sitting on display
It's no longer about simple fun in an old cardboard box
It will be tools from now till his dying day
Spread love at all times—but not in an obnoxious way.
Peddle light, be it a candle—a mirror of its depiction.
Reach into the darkness and lead a soul to the light.
Elixir of life is labor, and the busier one is the happier.
Agape love is majestic and resilient—it's your lifeblood.
Deal with apex bliss—bestow the joy of your choice.
Irreverence is sin; meekness is ethics—it breeds bliss.
Narcissism wilts the bones and oozes heretic despair.
God's grace is the influx of favor within our grasp.
Happiness is driven by exquisite words of hope.
Attitude, not skill, will shepherd your determination.
Positivity is like a rainbow—it never looks down.
Poise and calm define if we're linked to our divine.
Inspiring people to follow God's will bestows delight.
Newness of life and honor is granted to the upright.
Ease of life entails doing duty rather than whims.
Success is not a proviso for happiness; the inverse is.
Smiling is the daunting language of mercy.
Written: March 20, 2023
1st place contest winner
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Speak to me, please, only of glad tidings;
Plant in my heart seeds of happy endings.
Receive me with open arms enfolding
Every piece of me take notwithstanding
All my flaws and our misunderstandings.
Desire not that I may lose my footing
In this world that is constantly shifting;
Not for selfishness am I entreating--
Give me joy that I may joy start giving.
How can I to others happiness spread
After all that I once loved are now dead?
Pray, tell me, in spite of evil widespread
Put happy thoughts in my mind and my head?
Inspire me, thus, to see beautiful things;
Nay, more than that, come be my help and wings.
Ease my pain, awaken my heartstrings
So that I, too, can deliver blessings,
Spreading pure happiness to all dwellings.
March 20, 2023
Among 1st Place
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
11:45pm
i was at Andrew's,
she says
oh, i see, i say
you remember Andrew?
she says
i don't, sorry,
what about Andrew?
i say
i told you
i had a crush on this guy
7 years back in the PhD
remember?
she says
i don't mind, i say
listen,
after long hangouts together
and many frozen dreams
i realized he was a gay,
she says
oh, i see, i say,
and he was married
married as two husbands
and the other husband
who also adopted a child
cheated on him
and they divorced...
she continues
oh, i see, now, i re-member,
i say
what **** is "oh, i see, i re-member..."?
5 hours i was with Andrew tonight,
with my gay friend, and once in a week,
why are you mad?
she says
listen, i used to mind,
but not now, girl friend or gay friend,
i say, self-assuredly but uneasily
...when you act superior
unsuccessfully, though,
you sound lunatic,
she says
and worse,
when two lunatics join
not knowing where to go
and stumble in darkness
of their ignorance of each other
they are nothing but walking sacks of ****,
i say
oh, i see, she says,
mockingly
you are the dog of night
who barks at something
he cannot see,
she adds
oh, my...! I scream, am I alone,
where is my
"My Brother's Keeper" gone?
now, my muse, Atete, jumps in
she walks me out
and whispers:
"Ase, listen! you can't run
from anything like this anymore
face it! make it or break it!"
"oh, Atete, now i see," i say
to my muse--
my muse aims to sing
songs of Love and Hope for me
but there isn't time...
and i come back
to balance:
the struggle within
and
the struggle without--
and to think of this
uneventfulness of Being...
now, before we go,
let us close this goddamned story thus:
when your muse whispers
when you don't listen
when there is not much to remember
when there is not much to forget
you are at dead-end, at an impasse--
maybe you made them a Priority
maybe you are to them only an Option
you can't tell turkey by feathers
let your Life and your Death be
not like theirs...
if Love betrays
Luck doesn't...
listen, beautiful loser!
Someone who lives a life full with sin
You should never love them or claim them to be kin
They may daily claim to be a spiritual poet
But doing drugs daily hoping no one will know it
Hiding under spiritual escapism but reality will show it
I used to beg to be family
Now I wish nothing close.
I want him to be a memory
I want this chapter to close
Blackmails and says hurtful things when he isn't drugged up how he wants
The "You can leave" threats constantly haunt
Mind you I just started working this week!
Instead of encouraging words- greed is what he speaks
"You can pay more for rent now that you're back on your feet...
How am I back on my feet in 2 days of work
The devil knows who to use. Such a fkn Jerk.
We have a sad culture in America where black men end up with no souls
sometimes early sometimes late... they deplete any familial goal.
Judge a man by his fruits- fruits grow outdoors!
So what someone can sit and do on the computer all day is not
even close to your real spiritual chores
People are empty
And that's how the devil gets to use them
You can tell by who does drugs, constantly using and abuse them
Judge one by his REAL LIFE. Not the meta, not the fake
I am done calling my neighbor my brother
I've taken all I can take
Pray I don't lose my new job
Pray my soul doesn't break.
Keep me in your prayers please
Ase GU