Best Griots Poems

The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words
From the wombs
of our pregnant minds
may our charged words
drop like God’s tears
reaching the depths
of the precincts 
 of your souls
seeping...

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Mama Africa, 
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind, 
the once Shangri la of mother earth.

Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato...

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Africa is raped. The continent of life is pumped dry, and the colonizer won’t stop, ’till he is stopped. And blocked.

We pay colonial tax for...

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Smile if I could
smile if I would
smile as I should…
I can see 
ancestors smiling
down on you and me…
They’re singing
for us to lean
on them when 
we...

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We, are your friends
We spend each and every day with you including the weekends
Become your griots in the night, singing close to your eardrums
Our race...

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COME, LETS BEAT THE ANCESTRAL DRUM

Sitting here flowing
through the meters of time
like a smooth spring stream
meandering through forest greens,
I peruse the many folds
of the caverns...

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The golden silence melts away, and joy un-named
From the phantom pipes exults me
For no silence can so rhapsodized and doubts tamed
That man deserves better glory.
And...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our...

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Never forsake the lineage in which we
originated from because
the ancestors are watching us
Their eyes are on the sparrow
anticipating us to soar into
our excellence 
Wash ourselves...

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EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                  ...

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I heard, foremost; that you were grave,
then heard that you were excellent.

For by some ‘men’ you turned a slave,
who served them everywhere they went.

That you...

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Who Are WE but Who We Are…

We are the conscience of the heart;
custodians of its emotions—conjuring,
molding and etching its most sacred feelings
upon the canvas of...

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ah! ’tis blue azure greet’ng the dark maidens
dancers of the ancient drums of my warriors
yea! the ever-ready danc’ng mbari maidens
o, dancers amid the smooth-throat’d hunters...

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Loneliness brings tears...
				Togetherness brings tears too:
				Despair can't bring joy...

With needles of pain
I crocheted emotions
into a web of depression
cocooning myself in defeat

Churning thoughts
shot a stone of...

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Poets That We Are…

Poets are umbilical cords—
chosen links of the pregnant mind
and its births—amniotic guardians
of the poetic descendent.

As mere servants of the word,
we cannot be...

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