FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND
Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings
may your Mohican pony-tail
grow thick and strong
may Africa kiss America
with gentle sensation long
may salty breath of Cape Town
mingle with New York ~
may clear sub-atomic particles
continue to dance in humble service
with harmonious Awareness
may two crows and all Duality
dissolve into Unity
via your Trinity
We release you into
Big Apple arms beguiling
knowing you will not be
swallowed at an unknown core
as dual citizenry is but a feeble
stop to Total Dissolution’s door
the Truth is IX
your disposition is
Pure and your belonging
is everywhere
sure
Some opportunists
Can tell you
That Africa is
A jungle.
Just because they don't want
Some people to visit
Africa.
Just because they want some
People to look down
Africa.
Just because they want to get
Some money through those contents.
If you visit one of the African towns like
Capetown,
You can be astonished
To see some places
Which are very beautiful
and clean
Than
Some erears
Of the most
Popular world
City called,
" New York. "
I always
Say to world friends,
To visit African cities
And villages,
To learn more about Africa
And Africans.
Some Africans relocate to USA
Just because of the men made
unjust Systems
Which keep paralyzing
The developement of Africans.
Imagine ,
The most rich continent
In natural resources
Which could have strongest
Economy than the other continents.
May 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Ridden Hard, Put Up Wet
Worn down landscape
Ridden hard and put up wet over eons of time.
Buttes interspersed with ravines and wadis,
Vast irregular symmetry.
Clumps of purple blue green sage
To have been seen by the riders of olden times.
Clusters scattered randomly.
A patchwork without design
Covering endlessly to the horizon
Intermingled with beef and horse.
The buttes come in irregular waves of shapes and sizes.
Conical breasts sprung up in ridges,
Or sometimes alone at the sky line.
Isolated flat tops
Or long Capetown table mountains;
African ant hill shapes,
Crenulated with skirts of vertical old rivulet stripes.
The overstory of bare hard scrabble thin land
Draped to the side of the ravines
Exposing the layers of understory limestone below.
Sentinel wood line posts, strong with wire, guard the narrow highway
That rolls with the landscape.
Occasional cotton wood ribbons
Crosses the roadway over the sign ‘Dry Run Creek’ which still remains dry until the rain comes.
All this
Served under the banner of blue sky
Shredded with a mare’s tail wisp of clouds
7/13/2020
there has to come a way
to make change today
here in cape town
bad things are going down
all around the town
here in capetown
violence on the streets
this city"s losing kids
yet everyone I meet
is still pleasant enough to greet
here in cape town
when the system stumbled
when the walls were crumbled
the faithful still stayed humbled
here in cape town
so what would cape town be
pictured without the sea ?
ape town.....could it be?
" Salome "
Salome some say her name to be~
Ship thus a'sail seven sea~
Fair of loft & figure soft~
Heart o'mine & hers set free~
Sail we shall my ship my love~
Sail we shall upon wings o'dove~
Sail now off to sea o'rime~
Sail so we o'mind sublime~
'Round our sprit shall be CapeTown~
Off our bow wind calms down~
Dutch nor Brit say naught to us~
For 'tis known we sail o'darkest lust~
To lands now far so set we sail~
All a'fore to so then prevail~
Walk this land amongst lion grand~
To finally with our children stand~
Salome so say her name to be~
Ship thus sail some seven sea~
Fair o'line & figure soft~
Heart o'mine... & hers set free~
Sail we shall my ship my love~
Sail shall we on wings o'dove~
Sail now off to sea o'rime~
Sail then oft.. o'mind sublime~
'Round our sprit shall be CapeTown~
Off our bow wind calms now down~
Man nor beast say naught to us~
'Tis known we sail... o'darkest lust~
To lands now far so set we sail~
All a'fore shall now prevail~
Walk this land among lions grand~
Thus well within... our dreams so stand~
SeaWolf
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