Best Exported Poems
Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side
Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak
Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept
Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity
Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!
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Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/29/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
The people of Ireland were suffering a terrible fate
Many of them were starving at an alarming rate
Their potato crops were failing because of the blight
Bit little or no help was given now that wasn't right.
The wealthy landlords fed their faces with meat so lean
Whilst the poor people starved now I call that obscene
They could have helped them but chose to let them die
The horrors that they suffered a grown man would cry.
The heartless landlords didn't care, they showed no pity
More concerned about profits for their masters in the city
They evicted many poor dying people victims of the blight
How in God's name did these landlords sleep at night ?.
At the roadside's men, women, and children lay dead
They put profit before people that they could have fed
Landlords exported all the grain to feed the wealthy elite
Whilst the poor starving people were dying at their feet.
"An act of God "said Trevelyan, now that was shocking
To use that as a lame excuse to do little or nothing
And he certainly wasn't alone, the clergy said it too
How simple minded they all were to think that was true.
They all looked the other way, they all had no shame
And did not do enough and found others to blame
One day they'll face judgement and that is a fact
And they can all explain to God why they didn't act.
Born in their meadows and
bread for the masses - to
culture exploited, a suture
‘livery of freedom’
he spun on the wheel ~ I
canvas my flag, and the future.
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Khadi means handspun and handwoven cloth. In 1918, Mahatma Gandhi started his movement for Khadi as relief programme for the masses living in India's villages.
Raw materials then were entirely exported out of the country by the colonists and re-imported as costly finished cloth, depriving the local population of work and profits on it.
Gandhi didn’t just revive India’s flagging Khadi industry, he made the humble hand-spun fabric the symbol of all things swadeshi (indigenous to the country). When he encouraged people across India to boycott foreign clothes, spin their own yarn and wear Khadi, he was encouraging them to rediscover their pride in their heritage while lending support to their rural brethren.
It is also the most sustainable and eco-friendly product whose production requires no electrical support or fossil fuel and generates no toxic waste.
This fabric keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer!
The Indian national flag is always made of Khadi - It is not just a fabric but a way of life.
www.thebetterindia.com/95608/khadi-history-india-gandhi-fabric-freedom-fashion/
Red Faced
Barrel Bombs
From Soviet Tombs
The Reds smell blood
Watching it glow
Old friends hold hands
While the Soviet glories implode
The murder from above
In the name of inflation
Crimes in Crimea
Exported
To Syria
Putin
Red Faced
Grain, oil and gas from Russia; we must find other ways
To ensure that the unhinged war criminal, Vladimar Putin pays
They want sanctions lifted and they'll free up grain from Ukraine
Seems like the sanctions are at last working and inflicting pain.
Many poorer countries in the world rely on the exported grains
But it's stuck in ports because of mines, in the shipping lanes
The whole civilised world, and the United nations need to act
Or people in poor countries will die of hunger, and that is a fact.
Vladimar Putins empty threat is nothing more than a lie
He tells the west to jump up and the west asks how high
The west's response to Vlad Putin needs to move up a gear
Or he and his cronies will be thinking, we're cowering in fear.
I urge the civilised world leaders to send weapons at any cost
Or the Ukrainians will be overrun and their territory lost
Zelensky is pleading for long range rockets, to defend his land
To help drive out the invaders and give Ukraine the upper hand.
Russia is desperately recruiting men at home, to join their army
And have upped the age limit to enlist, to claim some sort of victory
Pensioners with guns you'll soon see who are ready to croak
The once thought invincible Russian army, is nothing but a joke.
Written 29th May 2022.
As a disappointment, disappointed
That nobody else is this anointed,
This appointed, to levels of greatness;
Disappointed that rewards are weightless.
Rate this, after duplicated efforts!
Stalemates get dismissed without an escort,
Exported with all the disregarded.
How could a critic sound this retarded?
Critics lack what it takes to understand;
Overrated rats throwing underhand.
Demand their attention and their respect!
Allow them all to bathe in the regret
That they earned, by giving their opinion,
While doubting your creative dominion.
Because of you
I'm all here
Buried all the pains
Dug a new chapter
Imported new feelings
Seeded hope
Exported all the grievances
Took hold of the promises
Watered the heart
Cementing the broken pieces together
Laminated the smile
And on the wall I nailed it
Began a tireless journey
Wishing for the best
Trusting the eyes
Enjoying the sweet melody
A lullaby I need for a lifetime
Remember those days?
Acting silly and stupid
The ignorance we entertained
The confusion we embraced
Embroidering the hatred
In the mist of pain we got lost
Turning our backs on each other
Anger reddening our eyes
Silence that became a graveyard
Silence that almost murdered our hearts
Intoxicating our feelings
Destroying the taproots of our future
I remember the days
Buried now
Now I smile
For we hold it
In our hands we are molding it
Together moistening the clay
That long ago cracked
With no hope of being leather hard again
We have it
We repainted the wall
A new dawn of hope
A beginning of a new chapter
The chills of winter all gone
Summer says hello
With its rain we will puddle
In the mud together
Yes the mud of love we will dirty ourselves
For we buried the past
If you want a gin with quality that is real,
choose the little green bottle with the red wax seal.
You can make a mean martini when you have it in hand.
This ninety-four proof spirit is in worldwide demand.
It very well may be the planet’s best-selling brand.
The stuff mixes well with just about any juice.
Mixing it with tonic water is another popular use.
It is exported from England to almost anywhere in the world.
People enjoy it no matter which flag is unfurled.
If you go out for a drink on any night or day,
remember to ask for the gin known as Tanqueray.
In life in order to have a measure of success
You need to comprehend that it is a process
Its not like a cup of instant coffee and you need to understand
For that coffee to get in that jar it was a major plan
From the seed that was planted, watered and cultivated
To the bean that was picked and then activated
Down to the factory it was then graded and sorted
Packaged and labelled and then exported
Delivered to the store
Then to your front door
There was nothing instant about how that coffee
Got in that jar
It was a process and it had traveled very far
So in order for you to have a measure of success
It won't always be an instant thing but a lengthy process
Thanks Mr. Harvey for the message
I am black and only cover your head
I am dead
yet you strife
to keep me alive
You bathe me with expensive soaps
scent me with fragrant perfumes and sprays
feed me with nutrients exported over seas and air
you give me such priceless value
yet I am dead not alive.
You dress me with cloths decorated with
beads, colors and different patterns
you plait me in marvelous styles
soften me with chemicals of foreign smell
you seem not to know that I am dead not alive
You change my color, heat me with excess blaze
under a scotching umbrella-like heater
to steam me and change my structure
you seem to forget that I am dead not alive
I am black and only cover your head
I am dead
yet you strife
to keep me alive
I am just like nails which you cut when they are long
why don't you do me the same.
Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of canberra.' Where they exported a pics-ean high fountain
Just like the one in geneva.. It springs to mind? Over an
Unruffeled lake, it all looks benign.' Back to the black-board
However we go.' Or perhaps? Its a pure white one.' Louse
Knabe, only knows.' Its a land of (choc o lait) a bit like old
Wonkas where trucks cant start before nine am or police
Will arrive and fine.' Which is not so fine.? Where you can't
Flush a toilet..' after ten o'cloch by night..You guessed it or
Another fine..Mess for any ' (not just stuff in the pipe-line) yet
Back to the conference centre where ( bugs are lauded ) as zee
Zouper food..This is all recorded.' I have heard some there
De-facate in bed.? If important thoughts are in their heads
( well the maids can clear it all up later ) its just perks of your billions.' And the fact your wealth is much greater.! Than
Nomal sense.? ( OH THAT WON'T DO.!) in the rarified air.' ten grand tips.? For doo-dooI'd say its not right.' Oh pooh.' So true unfair) yet
Thats the way of davos..In the year of the snake?? I'd nearly
Forgotton that omen.' So reptillian? btw the way do you
Want more cake.? The richest is availible only on such
Circus days.' Still makes a break from cricket bread and
Other junk food I must say.' Its really hard to see any benifits for the world.? Maybe its just me..? With my
Beliefs though one of which is (boys and girls) are much
Needed assets.' Indeed I stand to applaud; the reality of
A strong humanity.' And why not throw all our bugs overboard.)
Just had my tea
Turned off the Christmas Tree
It is sad to see it go
Back to storage I know
But there is a three-day weekend break
And two Championship meetings at stake
American National Conferences will pick their reps
For the Big Game in Miami and we will answer with all our bets
Opinions will start
While NFL merchandise will be added to the Internet cart
Will it be close, will be a blow out?
When some will ask what is all this about?
Chiefs, Titans Packers and Niners are the final four
With two on Sunday being shown the door.
But will the Christmas spirit still be here
As we sip the unwrap Christmas Day Cheer
Or will the next holiday be a day off
Where we nurse a wintry cough?
It is for a man named King
And we should still sing
The message of peace
And war and hate to cease
With two more games on the table
While relaxed think about the disabled
As each injury time out is taking
A message should be in the making
The players are only hurt
With no need to dig up the cemetery dirt.
We are now in winter when its dark
And we really need to spark
That peaceful communication is important
And should be exported.
League sports do work
Especially if it soothes someone ready to blow their cork
Let the cities compete with fans celebrating in the street
It is a sporting spectacle that we need
To keep that Christmas spirit going indeed
If you give points or receive them on Championship Decision Day
Keep in mind the creative angle will pay
Since even the losing wager will stimulate emotion
That is healthier than that colorful cocktail potion
In closing our Sunday ritual will come to an end
And the word draft will be spoken without any worry’s civilians will have to mend
One should keep a stiff upper lip
Knowing peaceful warfare on an athletic field should be hip.
No difference in hunger or fear
Calling from under the evils so near
After losing all that's clear
The empty feeling of being here
The reality exported from my eyes
I'm the sea of illusions and lies
My mind's in paradise
While my heart cries
Decisions are ready made
The Indus blown and the grass is seated
Cutting deeper than any blade
Before Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Before Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Before all concerned attempted to fix him
Before they all failed to make him great again
He was first an exported idea from the old country
Such an idea was anathema where Humpty was from
So Humpty succeeded far above and beyond expectation
In reality, Humpty was an idea whose time had come and
no one, but no one could stop Humpty from being the greatest
because he was, in essence, a great gift to a world of power mongers
So Humpty crossed the high seas and beat a trail through high weeds
He eventually explored and fought his way west from sea to shining sea
Similar to the Great Alexander, he conquered until there was nothing more
to conquer except the great outer space where he dreamed of living someday
But time was running out on Humpty and his people grew restless and self-centered. Having grown weary of lofty and noble pursuits, his countrymen eventually rebelled and turned against Humpty, against traditional values, against the Church, and even against the God of their fathers. He was stripped of his constitutional rights and sentenced to live out the rest of
his days sitting on a high wall on which there leaned a broken cross painted red, white, and blue. Humpty's family and friends were forced to move away, leaving him all alone and surrounded by foes, fools, and pleasure seekers. Puzzled, weak, feeble, and fainted, Humpty finally fell off the celebrated wall to
his death. After Humpty's death, it seems that the masses all of a sudden saw a great light that arrested and captured them because their hearts were broken over the demise of Humpty. They prayed and labored feverously to restore Humpty to life again but to no avail. Humpty was gone. It was too late. In Humpty Dumpty they had what the whole world longed for, but they gave it all up for a 'mess of pottage' (pride, pleasure, greed, indifference.........)* Sometimes it's too late to acknowledge that which we once ignored.
06242018PoetrySoupContest, The Mystery of Humpty Dumpty, Faraz Ajmal 3P, *Genesis 25:29-34
They perhaps exported it so much,
Little’s left for them to vow or vouch—
A tragic bit of truth
For a country past youth,
Count on them still to kiss back old touch.
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Tongue-in-cheek |13.01.2021|
Topic: humour, happenings
Poet’s note: USA, the self-appointed global exporters of democracy was on the verge of civil war. It has been always too ready to pontificate the world and to export democratic sermons. It is time they learn, charity begins at home.