Calabashes Poems - Poems about Calabashes

...I am a son of the dark continent By conception and ancestral offshoot This black earth, Where my dark ancestors deposited The birth right of my life In the dark bowels of our black sacred ear......

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...ANYMORE Words of wise men has turned evil And the souls of trusted women has turned to devil My own humbled spirit rebuked and chocked And my ways chased after and blocked Hey books of povert......

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...Shine shine Africa God has bless you with so many gifts The forests and coconut tree that sit behind my house is awesome to praise God. I can not forget the birds that sings sweet melodies each......

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...Down below we are running Through smokes and mirrors, Down unnamed streets, Those ships across the lake Carrying life and our dreams While our Captains are by the shore Rolling sand across......

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...The puzzle is puzzling me the eyes tell hidden stories this is a real life so puzzling first look confuses gender second sight reveals a puzzle but she is not partly human body is whole bak......

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...A farmer in my location I am Wise and knowledgeable I innovate Today I grow fish in calabash of beer They are happy swimming, eating Aquarium of beer is natural home My fish grows fat and fool......

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...This is African table manners When eating talk not with no one share no joke with table-mates wait, wait till mouth is tired and stomachs are shining calabashes then ask a question as parrots do......

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...Two calabashes of milk loaded ready for pleasure dangling as ripe paw paws swollen as tortured frog are within immediate reach I ask for a pint to remove thirst but she tells me in the face “Y......

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...Childbirth, an act of blase bourgeoisie- How untrue expression it stand to be With mother listening to the rhythm of her dying father's song at noon sleeping? All noted, supernatural fetishness.......

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...That day I died He tore open his chest Removed his heart, and pasted that of a lion With precision, landed on me But the world looked on That day I died I ran to the mosque Allah was not th......

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...once upon a time I had four legs I Walked on fours like Garfield my cat there was a time I carried a lavatory tucked gently between my thighs there wasn't any need to move a muscle I had milk ke......

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