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Premium Member Tanzanian Festival

In the bush the dancing begins early 
     Leather drums call from far and near. 
          Steady rhythms mark timed steps, and 
               Swahili is proudly spoken here; come 
          Join festive reveler from the village, 
     Flee to the running brook you see 
Asante for being here...for being alive!


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Categories: africa, culture, happiness, imagery,
Form: Kwansaba

The Space Between

I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky 
All that space there between 
Alien visitation must be a lie 
The sun and moon still shine for us 
Eventually they burn out and die 
Everywhere a sea of murkiness 
With little spots of distant light 
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book 
Can’t make sense out of a starry night 
We may someday sprint off this rock 
Conquer every planet to the last 
Our population my even explode 
An empire that will be unsurpassed 
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast 


Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
© Nathan D.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bridal shower, planet,
Form: Kwansaba

Premium Member 'kisses of the Rain'

After a night of rain, the sun,  
its shimmer, a welcome like no other.
A new day starts with such promise,
an array of flora across the pasture
a gazelle leaping all over the place.
The kisses of the rain still visible 
a delight for my eyes to behold.
Categories: nature
Form: Kwansaba

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Premium Member Pops Barbecue Grill

Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
Categories: black african american, food,
Form: Kwansaba

Premium Member Nightfall Wonder

Up so high all the fireflies fly
          Look at them! Look at them all!
       Thousands of stars hang in the sky!
   Birds and crickets are chirping in unison
       under the lunar eclipse in this night.
   The wonder of nightfall captivates me as 
       I walk in solitude; the night so alive!


Date written: 05/16/2020
Categories: analogy, beauty, insect, metaphor,
Form: Kwansaba

Hey Little Black Girl

Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you 
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk 
the walk of proud sisters talk the talk of black queens a man cant define you and a 
man cant break you hey little black girl only the strong survive like the color of your 
skin that runs like the blood in your body deep like the waves in your hair look up 
little black girl you only have to be you not them they or he can change that no 
tears little black girl your beautiful you'll see love yourself first and others will follow
Categories: black-african amergirl, girl,
Form: Kwansaba


Premium Member 'renewal'

bolts of thunder light up the sky
splash of colour visible as rain fall
rain supply its own kind of music
lyrics the trees sway and dance to 
as flowers smile after months of drought
one thing on nature's mind is renewal
it is time to enjoy every facet...

03/05/2011
Categories: nature
Form: Kwansaba

High Tide That Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride
Categories: life, nature, philosophy, sea,
Form: Kwansaba

Shiny Minded Stone

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."

wildflower eyes
                                                                                  ~SIDE-NOTE:  
I reply, "NOW."                                                                    (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, 

often people become confused                                                    
by such a unique response                                                            
not this one...                                                                                
she's a beauty                                                                       
shiny minded stone                                                                  
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back

~JSLaM
Categories: anniversary, art, business, confusion,
Form: Kwansaba

Easter On the Cape Flats

On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.

* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue
Categories: easter, easter, drink, fish,
Form: Kwansaba

Premium Member Surprise Dinner

Asked for fresh trout from the menu
Server brought it hot to my plate
Pronto take it away, to my horror
Two vile beady eyes stare at me
And they do not look very pleased
Should have stuck to pasta or soup
Neither would dare to glare back


AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories: adventure, culture, fish, funny,
Form: Kwansaba

Is There Any Peace

Weeping willow growing outside my office door
blows in the wind like angel wings.
Each wing unfurls as though taking flight
to some haven where there is peace.
And with this peace comes perfect rest.
The kind of rest given by God
as His gentle breeze blows this tree

Kwansaba-  7 lines with 7 words per line 
and no word has more than 7 letters.
Categories: inspirational, peace,
Form: Kwansaba

Premium Member Haunted House On Top of the Hill

Haunted house on top of the hill
Scares many kids that sure walk by
Ghouls and ghosts make their display known
Deep inside this hold there’s all sorts
They moan and groan and carry on
Loud enough so many others may hear
They bring life of misery to all

Russell Sivey
Categories: holiday, life,
Form: Kwansaba

Environments Verse

Can a word be just a tree?
Is a forest any form of poetry?
Where the soil adds imagery of style,
Rains make the flow of each line.
Light the feeling that reader reacts too.
Warmth of summer the deep rich stanzas,
Winters frigid ways the ending of strength.
Categories: life, nature, philosophy, places,
Form: Kwansaba

Premium Member Sound Swells

Dark skin sweats in a dark night
as around the fire, they drum on.
They drum their pain and their joy.
Red sparks fly birthed by the log.
Hearts entrain to flying palm beats.
Eyes closed adrift in the sounds swell.
Smack, slap, tap, ping, begin again.

White skins sweats in a dark night
joining each other in delight, drum on.
Dancers rise to stomp the dry earth.
Dreads fringe faces with coal black eyes
as golden locks and blue eyes smile.
Eyes closed adrift in the sounds swell.
Smack, slap, tap, ping, begin again.
Categories: music, peace, people, dark,
Form: Kwansaba
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