Best Khartoum Poems

As biology goes, I'm surviving,
a few aches and pains and a cough
and I check every morning when in the bathroom
to see if my bits have dropped off.

Now, father time knows where I'm living
and likes to make regular calls
which I know by the strands of my...

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She is the mother place of all humanity.
From her womb was birthed the first man.
The first self aware and inventive beast,
Standing erect, carrying tools of his own invention.

Science tells us that in the beginning....
All men were black of skin, Negroid of features,
With very limited amounts...

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When caught mid-flight
End to bloat against gravity
Thanks, rejection is not of the earth

My eyes are welling
I won’t hold back with shame 
Even warriors often times loosen, weeping

A good mother’s breast thrust
Not in for the oldest trade 
Gives the child, from infant, the best trust 

The...

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The Nile River seems like standing still;
But is actually continuously running, continuously promising.
By day, by night;
Depositing on its shores sands and rocks and debris.
Green farms stretching along;
Tall palm trees overlooking the scene.
Trees’ long “jareed” (leaves) freshly green;
Old dry “jareed” are houses roofs.
Old leaves, old roofs,...

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Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming
In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa.
And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming 
In the flower pots of Kigali’s sorrowful genocide cites.

The smoke of dead gun-fire still flies
In the skies of the outskirts of Monrovia...

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North eastern whistling through papyrus banks					
Emanating  streams  are from forest Rwanda					
Collecting reserving ever controversial					
No propagating ,Lake  Victoria real natural source					
We are from the source of Nile					
					
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia					
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.					
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt					
Obscuring barriers...

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An Englishman lost in afternoon tea,
Memories of a lotus flower love
Rajas and elephants in Delhi
Livingstone the explorer
Religion to convert

Laurence of Arabia
A leader of men
The Boers and the Zulus
Gordon and Khartoum
These are the things that shook the world

 Silk and Cotton,
The wealth of Empire
Earl Mountbatten our...

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LOST GIRL OF SUDAN
Little lost girl, your world's not the place it ought to be.
Where do you think you're running to?
There's no place that wants you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.

Little lost girl, don't think of running to Khartoum.
No one will help you in Khartoum.
Run....

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A curio shoppe on the edge of Khartoum
on the edge of the world
on the cusp of our doom
  smouldering incense
bade us come in
a cornucopia
whispered my friend
an aura of daydreams
dappled the air
a cyclone of chaos
strewn everywhere
antiquated cast a ways
cadence from a bygone day
  a...

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Canonical, orbit, elliptical, prodigal, crown

come back to me reasons and signs and be found in these

Stardust, Sirius, be the scourge of Thebes and of the Sirens of Hades on their knees

   But not to service their own but to hide and be weak...

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   A celestial dance, infinite grace
in the grandeur of 
ancient yearned place.
A Red Giant lassos 
his pearly bride,
keeps her from roaming the desert face.
A vow is exchanged, a cosmic bond living, 
alive with galaxy, 
given one to another by God;
Adjoined Space.

In the depths...

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With a passion that exudes
Madam Fanny is no prude 
She's oodles of cash
A Blue tube news flash
"Fanny goes lewd when denude"

Madam Fanny's new costume
Is nothing more than perfume
In all honesty
That's not modesty 
Though they loved her in Khartoum...

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As the dark veil covered the sky,
I was left with no choice but to resign to fate.
The enemy was relentless in their pursuit—
My platoon scattered after the strike on Khartoum.
Only two bullets remain~
One to kill another,
The other for myself.

I was lucky to find an abandoned...

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Africa, the land of first breath,
Where the sun kissed the soil and diamonds wept from the womb of the earth.
A continent dressed in gold and green,
Where rivers write scriptures and mountains sing freedom.

You gave birth to the world — and the world gave you shackles.
Your...

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