Best Intellects Poems
If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few
Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm
For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The one we refer to as bigotry
Black labs, gold retrievers live side by side
Wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
Both red ants and black, free to colonize
Man’s refusal to accept differences
To wiser beings may make no sense
What in man’s makeup can give it credence?
Earth’s subsequent creatures may reproduce
Not needing two sexes to call a truce
So mating rituals may be pursued
A single-sex species might not comprehend
Why women workers were paid less than men
And why “free speech” was not just a given
Questions would most certainly arise
How a believer in God denies
Rights to free worship without compromise
And how could so many wars be waged
Evoking God’s name in death-march crusades
With killing, torturing in every age
Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
Would leave a perplexing legacy
Sure to confound any new species
New cultures may thrive on diversity
Of religion and genealogy
And speak of our inferiority
Note: This is dedicated to Christopher Higgins whose poems about prejudice inspire readers
to do more than just think about one of the greatest ills in our society.
Should doomsday prophesies prove true
and our planet’s life cycles renew
mysteries of “people” will be more than a few
Provocative questions may await future life forms
blessed with intellects surpassing our norm --
creatures who live without doing harm
If they decipher man’s history
what will they think of our great mystery --
the one we refer to as bigotry
Black labs, gold retrievers sleep side by side
wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
both red ants and black, free to colonize
More-evolved species might not comprehend
how women workers were paid less than men
and why “free speech” was not just a given
Questions would most certainly arise
how any believer in God denies
the right to free worship without compromise
Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
would leave a perplexing legacy
sure to confound any new specie
New beings may thrive on diversity
of religion and genealogy
and speak of our inferiority
To an unmet friend:
You see the mortal world
and for you man is machine,
little more than a device
for the vagaries of evolution.
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
weight-- and love? Can love
be other than mere sex,
nature's sole mandate?
And your science now tells
you: what can I ever know?
All is quantum topsy-turvy,
mother nature being part
whore, part illusionist....
Your thinking breaks all
down to little pieces,
and nothing matters
as matter is all while
science the only god
left for us to worship.
And we are nothing,
not even dreams
anymore, just bits
and pieces to be
examined, classified,
and then ignored--
for science is all,
and faith but a
refuge for fools.
You are honest,
I know-- you see
yourself as just
another machine,
destined for decay.
then destruction--
your sentience but
a cruel joke told
yet again-- and
no one laughs.
You and I,
we breathe,
we think,
we live, but
you would stop
at death while
I begin there....
I sing to the Eternal:
quell not my songs
as they rise above
the sad despair born
of your vacant world
and follow myriad stars
streaming their wondrous
light in the vast dead-cold
Universe....
I sing to Eternity,
I sing to my Soul.
[poet's note: I put this as the 1st poem in my 1st book, 'The Enormity of Existence' because I think of this poem as coming out of something I experienced in 1971 as a 24 year old when I almost drowned in the Winooski River in Vermont. I was like that 'unmet friend' before I went into that river: certain of my nihilism, believing only matter was real--no God, no soul, no meaning to life. For 1/2 a century I've had more questions than answers, but I do know that what we perceive as 'reality'--with our limited senses and limited intellects-- is not 'Reality'....]
I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.
I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one year!
(Poor Momma's back!)
I saw the angel-face boy
of four who spoke only
gibberish-- the doctors
told my parents "Sorry,
but he's an imbecile,
best send him far away."
Lucky for me, Mom And Dad
got a second opinion, and
six years of speech lessons
till I spoke like a happy
little English lord....
Then I saw the teenager--tall,
gaunt of cheek, dismissive of
lesser intellects. I grimaced,
and he sneered: I did not like
him, nor did he like me
(though we both lamented
his forlorn virginity)
Behind him stood a 20 something.
I had filled out by then, handsome,
confident with women, tossing them
aside like used hankies, not knowing
how vast was my emptiness-- not
even knowing I was a blind man
until...I crashed into that fog-
shrouded iceberg called Death.
And Death took me to that terrible
place where my soul burned briefly,
and then, without explaining,
returned me to life.
My soul, which one day I had
not believed in, and the next
I knew to be absolute, had been
seared but my eyes finally opened
and I began to see beyond
this world of pleasure and pain,
hunger and feast, war and peace.
Then I met my married self, and
shared with him the happiest day
of our life, when she said yes
to a man still lacking but at
least now trying. Decades later,
he is still inching closer to God.
We war with impunity
And weaponise such things as the
beauty of flowers
And all for what ?
When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes
Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt for the very same right's and freedom they gave their lives for
You student's
You self effacing intellects
You political prophet's
You protest
You gather
You march
Underneath your slogan or banner
in righteous indignation of your cause
Such bravery
Such charity
Such courage
Such sacrifice
Once more into the breech
the rallying cry to those
with spray can in hand to vandalize
under the cover of dark with face hidden behind a bandana
I doubt their is anything you would be willing to lay
your life down for apart from maybe your computer and internet access
So next time you log on do yourself a favour and research
your family history and see if any of your family members
lost there lives and think there but for the grace of god go i
These statues and monuments are not supposed to justify or glorify war the complete opposite in fact they are
to remind us of the futility and human cost
but most importantly of all the cause Millions of people
deemed worthy dying for
I wonder if year's to come
how you will be viewed by history
Will people gather to commemorate you
build a statue in your honour
be you remembered by a bank holiday
Or will you hopefully end up instead being a
footnote in a museum
Entitled
When you don't understand your history
And talk before you listen
You run before you can walk
The mind of man defines his self
Thought separates him from the beast.
For rationale transcends all else
So with reason was man bequeathed?
Nature adjusts its balanced scales
Predators thrive upon their prey
Quarry decays in mankind’s trail
While intellects cloth, does sadly fray.
Conceit within sees simple creatures
Instincts supply for lowly needs.
Hunter, hunted, duelling features
Equal basics provide life’s creed.
Assuming nature has mans own evil
Perceptions mirror his within.
No other beast shall cause Earths’ upheaval
‘Twas humanity first committed sin.
Smart man can plan tomorrow’s time
Consciousness learns from lessons past.
Hear and heed are two peaks to climb
Strides from missteps are often last.
Meek swallows will defend their nest
Grace transforms toward obstinacy
But repose rewards a fruitful quest.
Vengeance just grasps humanity.
It’s man that fights a thousand wars
Pleas to ignorance seldom thrive.
Nature’s pursuits have righteous core
A pair for death means life survives.
The mind’s a mask of cunning guise
For closed minds, know not how they feast.
Heavy footsteps can cause demise
And what sets man, apart from beast?
A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares and the sorts treats its new version.
Purplish flowers are structurally framed,
like a cross handle, silver hairs orphan.
Majestic still today, handle to point,
Jehovah's watchtower, grand edifice
leans to age and weather. Volcano joint
Maui's 'House of the Sun' sole home exists.
Another species bides the intellects,
nature goes on living with the ... neglects.
We are kenyan superstars,
That is what we are,
Kenya our mother land and pride,
Shines so bright that it cannot fade,
Today we hear,`Kenyan athletes bring home,
Bronze,Silver and Gold,'
Tomorrow,``The Kenya Rugby 7's defeat New zealand again.''
The Maasai culture came up with the Akala sandals,
Which are made out of rubber,
The luhya introduced Bull fighting,
The Kalenjin made `mursik' or fermented milk,
And to name but a few communities,
With their diverse cultures.
I believe that kenyans were born great,
To grow up and achieve greatness.
To become one of the most formidable
Intellects of our time,
Just like the late Mzee Jomo Kenyatta,Dedan Kimathi,
Tom Mboya,Kijana Wamalwa to name but a few,
To change people's reasoning conclusively,
And make them see reality and not building castle's in the air.
Kenyans were born great,
Because greatness was thrust upon them,
To change Africa's impoverished state,
And make it a better place,
For you and for me and the entire human race,
To raise heroes and heroines,
To conquer social evils in the society.
If we were born great,
Let us believe in ourselves,
Be contented with whatever we do in our lives,
Let us love one another, live in unity and work
together as a nation,
Let the past be a stepping stone for us to succeed in future,
And leave the rest, to the Almighty God.
Africa my home
Africa there is still hope
Africans blow horns and assemble
To unite as siblings from the same home
Africa my home
Africa day should not stir ashes of colonialism
But arouse the spirit of Ubuntu
So we can skip the hinges of isolation
Individualism was forced down our throat
During the journey to slavery
Now that our hands are free
Let us use them to plow change
Let us use our hands to dig out our dark past
And the brain cells that naysays unity
We can pull out prevailing thoughts of divisions
Let us do it until our skulls are empty of racial intolerance
This is a self-inflicted pain
For the roads that connects us are in ruins
We spend hours knocking in border gates
Just to see our people on the other side.
My home is the second largest in the universe
With vast mineral resources
Housing millions of intellects within its 54 units
Yet we are world’s poorest inhabitant continent
The wires in our brain cells does not connect
Because our leaders seek the glory of their former colonial
The challenges are unique
African values are unique
African renaissance is a vision
Unity is our mission
Africa day is the start
Africa is my home
It's not like Sociology 101
It's like let's learn about "The One"
As I meander down the hall I stop and stare
Man, he's looking fine, just like a black mare
Oh, concentrate now, where is this class?
Why am I here, to me love has been such an albatross
Don't mean to be crass as I think about the subject
But I want that true love, i wonder, as I project
Why a classroom when I've learned from hard knocks?
Oh, there the stallion runs as the clock tic tocks
Im there! I say to myself, and who the professor?
Teach ourselves to love our hearts no lesser
As our hearts roam free in the classroom of LOVE
My heartaches grow dimmer; we came from GOD above
Love fills the room as our intellects ponder
No, grasses are never green over yonder
When you're loving... simply love
Psychic now, as I see white balloons and doves
Hallucination now or infatuation
Creation or divine situation
We exit now
We take a bow!
To fear loves reality
is to fear one's higher duality!
Africa
My beloved Africa
Africa
The cradle of humanity
Civilization starting in the Nile valley
Africa the cradle of writing
Hieroglyphics dating back from Egypt
Yet Africa brags no literature
The monster colonialism sunk its jaws deep into Africa’s heart
Its ugly face, continue we to see
Developing underdevelopment
Disuniting the united
Colour me black
Colour me beautiful
Call me an African
I come in a Christly way
Not to sacrifice but to clarify
I come not to defend
Neither do I come to offend
I come burdened with a Jeremiah mission
My vision in the mission
To pluck and to plant
To destroy and to built
I come burdened with a journalistic responsibility
To say nothing but the truth
Proud of blackness
Far from being a symbol of darkness
Colour me black
Colour me beautiful
Call me an African
Where are some of he wanders of the world?
Our forests like our intellects
Forever remain evergreen
Knitted with amazing rivers such as the Victoria Falls
Ahoy mama Africa
Ahoy communication
Ahoy gerontocracy
Ahoy African culture and values
Continue trading in wisdom
Jealously guard your freedom
Shun prophets of doom
Today I have a dream
That forever, I shall be coloured
Call me black and I am coloured
Coloured beautiful
For I am full of beauty
And so is my mother, mama Africa.
The mind of man defines his self
Thought separates him from the beast.
For rationale transcends all else
So with reason was man bequeathed?
Nature adjusts its balanced scales
Predators thrive upon their prey.
Quarry decays in mankind’s trail
Intellects cloth will sadly fray.
Conceit sees but simple creatures
Instincts supply for lowly needs.
Hunter, hunted, duelling features
Equal basics provide life’s creed.
Man that looks finds natures evils
Perceptions mirror his within.
No beast shall cause earths upheavals
Just man will oblige earthly sin.
Smart man can plan tomorrow’s time
Consciousness learns from lessons past.
Hear and heed are two peaks to climb
Strides from missteps are often last.
Meek swallows will defend their nest
Grace transforms to obstinacy,
But repose rewards a fruitful quest.
Vengeance just grasps humanity.
It’s man thats fought a thousand wars
Pleas to ignorance seldom thrive.
Nature’s pursuits have righteous core
A match for death means life survives.
The mind’s a mask of cunning guise
For closed minds, know not how they feast.
Heavy footsteps will cause demise,
and what sets man apart from beast?
Once there was a man called Jenish, the republic,
“there is no boundary for intellects” his message for public,
no religion, no country,
freedom from strife: amity.
Bloody how could we forget Lenon, the republic?
On the death bed for cessation, a platform free from brawl,
I perceive in peace my debilitating breath.
And give off a brief one as I hear my call,
The one from the train to the paradise.
My soul boards it on, waving a good-bye to my body and kins.
The journey commences, the patrons graciously welcome me with smiles.
I gladly accept the offered window seat to witness the realm free from sins,
Inhaling the pristine air of contentment.
Breaching the clouds, up above the sky we go,
The chirping of birds, the whistle of the engine a merry music to our ears.
The spruce of blossoms of all the shades that we know,
A pleasant company all along the path.
The track so well embellished with assorted vines.
The aroma of satiation by the sight of mighty green grooves,
The breathtaking millisecond vision sends shivers down our spines,
Of the fiery magnificent flight of the phoenix.
Revelation of the antiquities, is more a shocking miracle than delight.
The Unicorn's excursion although contradicts it being mystique.
Is crystal clear to our eyes, to our intellects with dynamic energy we are forced to fight.
Such is the greatness of the train journey.
The train ceases and the Train-master affirms the journey concludes at the moment.
My face dims down, I wish it would go on forever.
My most awaited end I've reached, but a great transition is encountered by my temperament.
Once, only for once again,
I want to travel in 'The train to the Paradise'.
The blessing of words and melody to dance
For the study of knowledge in the widest sense
From the Greek ancient lies philosophy
With a human’s true love, wisdom and self-mastery
The trusted empowered with beliefs revealed through
The respect and salutes from the knowledge to continue
The natural dialect through the triumphs poured, in general,
With the judgment for study, time stood without apparel
The light of ideas intoxicated the mind
Love languages were seen but now blind
The recent blessings are only lost lessons
But the flattery of time is nothing without history's essence
The wisdom of the ancient, lost in times, cried
The virtue of intellect’s pride died
The punishment received by the unborn
Was crystallized by the living in scorn
As acts cast in stone without rebuke
Where the shameful pages of the Living Book
In which illumination seemingly to dwindle at the source
That is when the darkness smiled without remorse
The enlightened were not bred anymore
They were refined in the ray of hope they saw
Changing life into their own prospect
Intellects now were left without respect
Compassion was the order of the day
That is how they lost how to pray
Without advice, they had to sacrifice
At that price blood would only suffice
In order for deeds were to be redeemed
The beauty of human goodness was creamed
A sight of goodness careened & crashed
The first war of good versus evil clashed
Man asked for something great from the Almighty
But he chose to punish them with un-repayable mercy
Due to the debts of their spiritual bankruptcy
A pure soul was payment for the morally guilty
This is the knowledge radiated through many relations
In hope to inspire provocative revelations
That no matter what conclusions, assumption or judgments
In this borrowed time we live in, our souls will be payment