Best Legends Poems
Great are his exploits
honour and rank
he's celebrated
he's immortalized
He's fondly recalled
Back to memory
The great legends of Old..
Great Chief Waiyaki wa Hinga..
Aged nine he killed a lion
with his bare hands...
When the imperialist came.. Waiyaki..
Raised a huge Army armed with bows and arrows
Testing the might of the staff which spat fire
Fore told by the great seer Mugo Wa Kibiru..
..see people dressed like butterflies
they come from the sea of the hawk
and move on an iron caterpillar to the
lake of the eagle.. they carry a walking staff
which spits fire killing instantly... your weapons
will be useless when faced with this magical staff..
The great seer advised the people to learn
The pale skinned colonizers magic..
At right time armed with the right knowledge
The land of the slopes of Kerenyaga..
Will be liberated by its sons
The mountain of splendor and mysteries
Where people since ages ago have offered prayers
To the Supreme Deity Ngai Murungu..
Who is all loving and of good virtual
The supreme deity's Prophet Mugo wa Kibiru...
Is office of the chief seer..
Water Tabernacle the resting place of - Managi
The greatest Holy relic and the Box that is the relic
I recap they say Great Chief Waiyaki
Was betrayed by the pale colored..
foe he had called blood brother..
Angry Waiyaki took out his favorite club..
Mathiokore.. it was nicknamed..
Within minutes brains of the Great captain
were scattered on our rich soils
The invaders captured Waiyaki..
Our great Chief and opened his skull
Waiyaki died not.. they buried him alive
Head facing downwards.. Great Chief..
You should have heeded the Great seers
prophecy..
...don't allow the butterflies to enter your homesteads...
Buried alive..
Immortal Warrior king fate
The annual pilgrimage around
Kereenyaga - the abode of Ngai
Goes on each year.. pilgrims
Make seven stops as they
Circumbulate the Holy Mountain..
Of stories and more stories from the land
Where gods.. immortals.. and mortals
Rub shoulders looking each other..
Eye to eye... tales of KENYA
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LEWIS NYAGA
'O starry night ----
with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
I came with nothing this ancient trek,
this aged morsel, I am;
and found you crowning the misted moon....
and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
you have loved me never more!
I have breathed thy silver manna ---
and ate of it like a wandering wolf
How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk,
thy dark winds surrender to light whispers,
old echoes (I have been here, before) ----
in this wrinkled place,
as a frightened child, long ago,
when time stood statuesque and naked,
when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs,
and the very soil 'neath my feet....
I longed to be ancient --- ageless,
wise to the wind shadows ----
which festered my fears;
would I fail to seek my dreams?
would age take me like now, and then,
will I not care and tread where angels fear to?
But in greater years the shadows I fear less,
for I cannot fail when without fear,
and then young, much was a dream;
but now long aged it is more a physical thing,
there is less time to fear, and wish
strange,
now I only wish to be young,
(again)
***A deja vu night walk***
*** I am re-posting this poem since it bloomed on a rainy day and I would like to share again on this New Year's day***
O starry night ----
with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
I came with nothing this ancient trek,
this aged morsel, I am;
and found you crowning the misted moon....
and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
you have loved me never more!
I have breathed thy silver manna ---
and ate of it like a wandering wolf
How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk,
thy dark winds surrender to light whispers,
old echoes (I have been here, before) ----
in this wrinkled place,
as a frightened child, long ago,
when time stood statuesque and naked,
when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs,
and the very soil 'neath my feet....
I longed to be ancient --- ageless,
wise to the wind shadows ----
which festered my fears;
would I fail to seek my dreams?
would age take me like now, and then,
will I not care and tread where angels fear to?
But in greater years the shadows I fear less,
for I cannot fail when without fear,
and then young, much was a dream;
but now long aged it is more a physical thing,
there is less time to fear, and wish
strange,
now I only wish to be young,
(again)
Jimi's groovy guitar leaps
Psychedelic anthem beats
Certainly a broader reach
Than what banal mainstreams seek
Janis sang in passion rough
Too much for the upper crust
Voice of insistence and rush
Love songs with a gritty touch
Jim's strange Doors opened destined
Music of scant time's lessons
Fallen stars burn in legend
Breathless at twenty-seven
5/24/20
A pact has been made
No feasting on human blood
The Cullen's behave
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Urban legends: The They
My grandmother always believed
When one watches t.v.,
there‘s an unidentified they inside
Watching you back, as they spied
in your house, on your habits, straight through your privacy
Who is this they engaging in domesticated piracy?
At first, we just discounted it like the dollar store
But the more she said it, to Orwell’s credit
I could no longer dismiss and ignore
After all, I was born in 1984
Time passed on as she passed away
But her warning of they echoed throughout the decades
Feeling nostalgic, I thought I’d watch an old classic, possibly dragnet
A Full House of Friends Mashin’ CHiPs preferred Carol Burnett
So I turned to the channel and then it happened
Somewhere in between the frequencies bounced around, lost in space,
There it was or what appeared to be they face
I quickly turned the TV off out of fear
reverberations of my grandmother’s warning began tuning my ear
I heard it loud and clear, too near it not to hear it, as the voice grew
“You think you watchin’ that TV, but they watching you!”
Written April 5th, 2017, for the Urban Legends contest sponsored by Nayda Negron
Even foxes have holes and birds their nest Jesus the Son of man had no place to rest Truth's King telling of the cunning craftiness of men old fox Harod a faux king guarding the home of the hen In songs of old and new of two lovers sharing a grape until day break and darkness flees like a roe chased or of Sampson and Delilah the three hundred running firebrands a strong lover setting a field on fire at last only true love stands Unlike the trickster of old or legends as numerous sands of time in cultures gave sport to the music stories the riddle and rhyme The fox has played the allusions of kings preachers wizards and wives Be wise as the fox harmless as doves ask help from above when sifting lies Ask for truth myths will fall to the ground as unscented paths for the hounds only hiding in His truth surrounded by His love can the chaste fox be found Yet in this world myths abound changing shape like a Kit soon with nine lies and nine tails grasping at will-o'-the-wisp's lume Tally-ho little kits while skulking on the leash of this earth Do not believe the lies of the enemy chasing foxfire or being poor eat the sweet peas
Written upon hearing of the passing of a fellow Alabamian.
When Legends Die
Nelle died today
And left behind
A legacy
Which shall endure
As long as words
Can still be read
And characters
Be drawn upon
To wake the souls
And hearts of men
To stand up for
A clear-cut cause
Which contradicts
The status quo
While quietly
Inspiring hope
And though she wrote
A single book
It said more than
Ten thousand could
What do we do
When quiet legends die?
Quietly, we cry
Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down
20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep
Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack
If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today
(Contest entry: "In Other Words")
In the heart of Wales beneath shade of trees
In world's stillness relieving in pages
Of bloom gardens as playful fairies tease
Shape-shifting wizards man of the ages
Caught a top of a fire breathing dragon
Charm the beast my passion, have it happen
Eye people pulling their wears in wagons
Close my eyes and let my senses deepen
Wales inspires quills to write Myths and legends
Of British, King Arthur of Camelot
Swordsmanship of Sir Lancelot commends
Behold enchantment of a castle lot
Wales, mysterious and romantic past
Bewitching spells cast and memories last
3/10/2017
Everybody knows that most urban legends are a bunch of folklores or whatever, especially Bigfoot (aka: “Sasquatch). Urban legends are the only ones that people have been talking about since the beginning. It seems that these unknown events have been keeping people guessing for years to come. Like when a bunch of UFOs came to Earth back in the mid late 90s, which left the media and the U.S. citizens in shock, it was an event to remember. There are some things that everybody should know about, especially if those mythological creatures exist, even to this day. Urban legends occur when all stories about something that does or doesn’t exist. Whether they’re talking about Sasquatch, the Ice Monster, or whatever, they might be a bit harder to believe. Urban legends are just like a full moon waiting to happen; thereby making people do weird stuff. And if all types of urban legends continue to be brought up, there’s no telling what crazy thing might happen next or last.
The elders gather the children together in a tent,
to pass down the teachings of the Ojibwe culture;
through fables, legends, myths, songs and dance,
to the sound of a beating drum we listen.
Of moral stepping stones and spiritual beliefs,
through fables, legends, myths, songs and dance;
we learn of the seven grandfather's who dwell above,
of animals in nature who have great spirit.
In fables, humility is represented by the mighty wolf,
for the wolf's very life is to be part of the pack;
and the ultimate shame is to be outcast, alone,
to know humility is to know who you are.
In legends, honesty is represented by the raven,
for the raven accepts himself completely;
and knows how to use his gifts in order to thrive,
to walk life in integrity is to know honesty.
In myths, respect is represented by the buffalo,
yes, to live your life in peace and total harmony;
to give of yourself in order that the people survive,
to honor your creation is to know respect.
In songs, bravery is represented by the bear,
the mother bear has the greatest strength;
and courage to protect and feed her young,
to face life with courage is to now bravery.
The drums, speak of wisdom represented by the beaver,
the beaver uses his gifts for his survival;
and alters his environment to sustain his existence,
to cherish knowledge is to know wisdom.
In dance, truth is represented by the turtle,
here on earth since the beginning of all time;
he lives his life slowly but with a destination in mind,
and knows the importance of the journey.
In fables, legends, myths, dance and songs we learn,
of the eagle who flies the highest to the creator;
who sees all, the eagle connects all the teachings,
to earn an eagle feather is the highest honor.
"Life is circular and the heart is the center and we are the heart."
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February 22, 2017
Verse/Fables, Legends, and Myths
Copyright Protected, ID 879326
For the contest, Fable
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
Fall; somewhere up north
an Indian kept one's vaneri
an image of thy soul kept a roth
of a great legendary story
a girl so beautiful an pretty
kept all three brother's witty
an threw th' dice at war
Up against th wall shadows crawl
leave behind th fall an novel all
a stroke of an old man kept th' role
to never end yet keep thou pole
of life an birth that thou art call
inspired by th' movies gracious facts
having touched th' inner glimpse
beautiful actor's tracked in act
of playing a story by d're lips
smoke an war left a hint of a branch
of a tree of a family of a bears waul
of power an strength thou art placed
reality hence felt an threw th' race
Fall's
blanket
overturns
Frost's quilt into
Spring
There is a legend of a cowboy down in Texas
To whom they give the sobriquet of Pecos Bill.
It's said he rooted and he tooted
As across the plains he scooted,
Stetsoned, jeaned, bowlegged, and booted,
Pursuing cows and wooing gals
As was his skill.
The story goes one day while Bill was out romancing,
A cyclone came and rudely whisked the gal away.
He hopped atop the thing to ride it,
Quickly lassoed and hogtied it,
Then none the worse for wear and tear and rough foreplay,
Out stepped the gal,
And Pecos Bill had saved the day.
Now, legends often tend to get a bit inflated,
And this one here is no exception to the rule.
Some say it's too exaggerated,
I say it's well imaginated.
Like alimony oilmen often pay their exes,
Things are always so much bigger down in Texas.
Of course, it's hogwash, rubbish, bunk,
And yet how often have I thunk
That the tale of Pecos Bill is kinda cool.