Best Zaire Poems

Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today

It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor
Some soup people barf at toilet humor
Have you sniffed your own butt 
It stinks so keep it shut
Pessimism must be your perfumer

No one would believe that you never fart
Gas...

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

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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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Captured by the beauty of Lillian
I think of her on the coast of Durban.
With her is where I want to be.
So beautiful she could be a Wodaabe.
There's no way I could assign a worth,
Indeed the most beautiful woman on earth.
Being close to beauty encourages this...

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From Andover to Anaheim
Bangor to Boise
People speak up
Come on, get noisy

From Carteret in Jersey
To Cameroon far away
Speak up everyone
If just for one day

From Detroit to Dallas
Eaton to Ecuador
Come on everyone
Speak up some more

From France and to Finland
Ghana to Greece
People speak up
To bring about peace

From Halifax...

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I remember meeting you many years ago
That warm Sunday afternoon 
I remember the love I got from you, your mum, your dad and your sister 
Like an avalanche you guys embraced me with greater love I couldn't have imagined 
I was young student from Kenya...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling whether there will be
six more weeks of winter upon oblate
spheroid...

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Uncle Roo
I forgot to celebrate your 89TH 
Birthday but as you turn 90 
May be i will 
Some how for the some reasons

You know it
Gaddafi Is dead
'king of kings'
who died like a mole in a hole
Was he buried in the sea or space?
Wise one i...

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OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand 
whipped out from whereabouts unknown 

wove enchanting spell atop...

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MAIL   PUZZLE

Indians call India  Bharat, so now you know.  
And the Chinese call China   Zhong-Guo
Islands are called Malvinas by some guys,
And Falklands by those with different  ties. 
Congo? Zaire? Congo? What is it today?
Will Mumbai revert to being...

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Aha! Where is Kwame Nkrumah?	
Black-unity champion with cocoa-filled head whose 
Calabash never misses palm wine for elders;
Departure to bliss not a reality, tell us why?

Everything must be done to wake up Patrice Lumumba
Freedom fighter for Zaire- the lion of the exploited
Gave your blood to water...

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Carrion kings crow callous things in settled twilight cracks;
Their cankered queens quote noxious reams down croaking fabric tracks.

A patterned noose attentive sits atop a patient peak,
Whilst zephyrs drone from Zaire to home to wheeze unto the week.

Preachers pine an impassioned whine beneath their teething tongues;
'Twixt...

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Great black apparition in the jungles thick
Soft loving bellows heard, rough articulation
Fairly a glimpse may been seen today
As your magnificence dwindles to nothingness

From a volcanic region you originate
Zaire, Rwanda and Uganda is all there is left
To your once prolific society
Pushed back, murdered and mauled-

Misunderstood, fierce...

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Thine distorted reflection rippled 
within rain maker's pool 
   upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata 
   flooded shallow abyss, 
cleaved fractal structures of silence 
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand 
whipped out from 
   whereabouts unknown...

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Young Tim goes to Zaire 
to write his dissertation
in African Studies.

While there he meets and 
marries a beautiful librarian 
darker than he is, flies her 

home to meet the family.
Tim's father asks his mother  
if she knew about Margot.

Mother says she didn’t 
but she’s...

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