Best Monrovia Poems

I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel 
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath 
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made 
more noise.

A black hull bore scars 
of scrapings and rust...

Continue reading...

Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of     
                     
Africa is strife, killings, starvation...

Continue reading...

IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN?
Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus 
from Vaults and Sons International.
My containers don arrive?’

Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From:
—Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan—
—Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan—
—Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo— 
—Russia—Yemen—Israel—
—Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina;  
but some of the goods (carrion)
were mutilated, 
and left for Vultures.’

Quietus: ‘Ok. I get business for Kangan(1960).
Oga at the top
has...

Continue reading...

By Cherbo Geeplay

It rains so much in Monrovia that a
day is like the bloated dough on a 
grey earthly May, washing over October. 
My love, the sun, hides in her bright den
refusing to be seen. Life comes to a slow
twiggy motion; the forest is breathing
with...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

                  The genie is on the loose
                    The genie...

Continue reading...

By Cherbo Geeplay

You woke me up when I was dead,
teaching the night stars wantonly 
to obey the Atlantic; then slashed
my arteries in flight to Lake Piso, 
humbling its boundaries, before 
fusing them calmly to a gel.
When the elders speak in parables, 
it is a mix...

Continue reading...

March middles and meanders
while munching on mild marigolds and
meekly mumbling melancholy meanings
about the miserable maladies of
migraines from mostly grasses and pollens.

Meanwhile, mealy mouthed moguls
make monotone messages about 
monopolies while meandering
around the metropolis, moving
morosely like mundane mensches.

Maybe a masseuse with a
mustard mustache could
manipulate and mop up...

Continue reading...

(For: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing with cannons
The ravages of Monrovia
Like ancestral funeral men
But these drummers...

Continue reading...

(for: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing with cannons
The ravages of Monrovia
Like ancestral funeral men
But these drummers...

Continue reading...

Someday, today will be the stranger whose children's 
gifts are sold on black markets more than smartphones, 
but this is just like the chance of seeing wolves using
bone-sharpened teeth for the betterment of Monrovia. 
This reminds me of a power outage; blown pole pig,
nothing to...

Continue reading...

Blue Dress

The dolphins of Monrovia, 
came to dinner one day. 
The dress, 
all blue...
you understand. 

It was held beneath the sea, 
not under a tree, 
silly bee, 
but there was a band. 

It played all night, 
all the ladies so bright, 
in marked uniforms, 
not...

Continue reading...

A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
	When asked for his preference,
	He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
	
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
	But then, once wined and dined,
	She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” –...

Continue reading...

One day the moon is another place, a mid flotsam 
     nightmare of titanic is another passion of a haunting 
  ho?. 
  When I imagine something it worries me much, whether 
   the moon is prone...

Continue reading...

Anywhere but Segovia, I don't want to vacation there,
what do you think about Madrid, at least that city has some flair?
Pick someplace charming and quaint...anywhere but Segovia, 
last time it was pissing rain, it's nicer in Monrovia.

Perhaps we’ll tour southern France, and sample all the...

Continue reading...