Best Cultural Poems

Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s...

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White is fundamental absence of color,
as is evangelical black.
But, white is colorless
due to emptiness
while black
because of good news fullness.

Transparency is presence of visibility
as is not darkness
but transparency is void
where opaque is dense.

Life is absence of death
as death is absence of life.
But, death is empty and...

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 Written: August 29, 2023
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In a world of normal minds, they say,
As thoughts are bound in an adducible way,
A crucial realm of wisdom, often quoted,
Resides in books, yet remains unnoted.

What matters to those commonsensical souls?
Who dread leaving their safe zones of control,
Who adheres to the...

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The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry 
But we marry with bride price and huge...

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We need to be open minded
Not being one will close our steps
our steps to sensitivity.

We are multicultural region
some eat halal some don't
but respect is here.

Different dishes need to be served
that of halal and others
Airlines need to it.

We respect faiths and beliefs
we tolerate and we accept
Still...

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victims
caught unaware
celebration bloodied
religious doctrine promotes hate
murder
shocks normal sensibilities
cultural division
east versus west
conflict...

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Yes, I realize Paris is just
          magic when night falls...
          Vienna is a mysterious dream
           in the...

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David Holmgren
a seminal PermaCultural Designer,
if there ever has become one,
suggests most people throughout Earth
in this age of globally interdependent communication
feel we have one foot planted
in our original local community/family culture,
and the other foot planted in a more comprehensively dominant
economic and political and sociological culture;
but also...

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No citizen has become a politician and no politician was not a citizen
That is Right Of Citizenship which is the fourteen amendment 
I think legislature and parliament does the best they can under the
Circumstance but it comes a point of Leader and what know as...

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unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed....

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A cultural cup of tea


Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves
A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta
Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck
Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug glug slug glug
Two sugars...

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Transcending The Cultural Divide

Watching the foreign film and blood fly
Nothing particular on my mind
I do not know a word they speak
Their death is all I need
War machines kill everything
I am supplied forever in that moment
With all the information that I need
Death transcends all nations
I am...

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Till
and plough
broadcast,sow
harvest and mow-
rest
and
give thanks-
the circle
in which all lives
flow...

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Drum beats inside black bare hairy chests
Tradition hidden in treasure chests
Chess played on mother earth , sounds like home
Home grown sounds ringing throughout the neighborhood
Stomachs kneeling and praying for food
Fathers  crossing boarder lines and going for good
Living life behind the calabash
Brothers behind bars
Mother's beauty...

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Mojito Conjuring 

When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her 
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke, 
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out...

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