I love to use botanical names
for Australian native flora
Reminds me of a horse ride
the rhythm of a canter
So many common names
among the native gum
Blues, reds,greys and several kinds of white
Known only to locals as a rule of thumb
Latin names define colour, growth
or even where they're found
Eucalyptus each one distinctive
among seven hundred species that abound
Genus eucalyptus, includes nearly all the gums found on the Australian continent
Flowers of a brilliant hue. yellow, orange, red and white
Attract the native bees, collecting nectar
often hear them buzzing whilst in flight
Twenty four thousand species
of Australian native plants
Grevilleas, melaleucas, acacias, leptospernum, callistems and more
All hosting many animals
possums, goannas, koalas, birds bees and ants
When America wants to cleanse its sins,
it turns to Africa —
the continent it calls disposable.
Criminal migrants for sale,
and you — the so-called leaders —
accept the trade like beggars at a banquet.
Why not Europe?
Why not Asia?
Why only you, Africa?
You wear suits,
but your minds are unclothed.
You bow to dollars
and call it diplomacy.
Ghana, Eswatini, Rwanda, South Sudan —
have you no shame left?
You exchange your soil
for silver soaked in mockery.
Your forefathers died for freedom,
you sell it for crumbs.
You mistake bribery for partnership.
You mistake humiliation for aid.
And yet — one man stood.
Burkina Faso’s son,
Ibrahim Traoré —
he said, “We are a place of dignity,
not a place of expulsion.”
That voice was thunder in a desert of fools.
The rest remained silent —
their silence, a confession.
Africa bleeds not from poverty,
but from poverty of mind.
As long as congenital idiots rule,
progress will wear chains.
And America,
the self-proclaimed savior,
is no longer a light —
but a mafia in daylight,
whose end will be written
in the sorrow of nations.
A daylight will stay with us from on high
And mailings will be reviewed when I sigh
Among bleeding cacti within the fence
After we are engaged in a pretence
Here I, reversal permeability
Reduced to wearing only this vittae
Danny, a superlative explorer kept searching
Determined to find a lost continent
There has to be at least one out there no one has found!
He devoted his life to this quest, every moment thinking of it.
His parents could not relate.
Danny had given up his chances to date or marry.
He lived sixteen thousand miles away from them.
They had always planned to live vicariously through him.
Danny had other plans,
Glad to make his escape
Smothered by them, he never returned
Pretending to look for a continent.
This excuse as good as any.
Coffee Stains
David J Walker
Those stains on the carpet
are from coffee
Split last Tuesday
Left because it is right
In the form of some
Unknow unnamed continent
Explorers are looking for
But will never find unless
They look beneath my desk
Or
Shaped like clouds that
Could be horses galloping
From Northeast to Southwest
But the meteorologist
Never look up and are
Never seen
on a computer screen
with naked European models
or
they are aliens
crossing our galactic borders
without passports
here to eat humans who
have grown fat and tender
and complacent and stupid
in sad and comical ways
and tinder for their
stellular campfires
or
it is a coffee swamp
filled with bacteria
that will eventually dry
but never die
needing only hydration
to revive its life
of evolution
or
you will come in and
see a coffee stain
you will spray it
and it will nearly
completely
disappear
into the fabric
saying
“When did this happen?
Where you just going to leave it?”
Imagine the world full of bloom
Imagine a continent full of the joy of smiling faces
They have magical power to transmit the warm gentle feeling to the others
Flowers come out from the ground where rain joins with fertilizer,
(All kinds of worms collaborate to make it happen!)
Humans come in and go out from the ground where sadness, anger, jealousy,
are mixed with satisfaction, happiness and memory, also great fertilizers
How do you use them?
I'd like to see your fully blossoms
Doing is Happening
There are imaginary lines to mark locations in a map
Horizontal parallel layti are latitude lines.
Vertical khari lambi are longitude lines.
Four directions to go
The time is now.
Note.Maps can only guide readers.
Lesson.The marker of imagination is an important ingredient.
they call her
the dark continent
though the sun shines
brightest on her
blue rain pours on her
every day
making nonsense
of her sun’s toil
Africa my continent
I remember you today as always
The cradle of civilization
The land of great and revered warriors
Endowed extravagantly with all God’s natural resources
Africa my continent
The land of great promise
Africa of Achebe’s Things fall Apart, I salute you.
Rise up and take your destiny in your own hands
The abundance of wealth in your bowels
Should be a blessing to your poverty-stricken children
Africa you must stop disappointing God
Africa my continent
It is time to purge your off-springs of notorious acronyms
Which have become their lot
The poverty capital of the world
The corruption infested countries
The third world countries
The least developed countries
Developing countries
-hole countries
Emerging economies
Underdeveloped countries
Arise Africa and shine for your star has risen!
Where can I find Africa alive?
Africans, a very sick population
language, diluted, truncated, lost
education, bedeviled, colored
economy, bed-ridden, in drips
democracy, without soul, spirit
industries, baseline and debased
agriculture, genetically modified
youth, foreign caricature beings
patriots, hidden agents of powers
mass media, devil’s delight
African essence, assimilated
Where can I find Africa alive?
all I see including me, I guess
is a bundle of alloyed humans
that lives in Africa but breathes
and lives in the West or the East
body in Africa, heart across seas
body in sick bay, mind kidnapped
that is social is not African
that is political is not African
that is economic is not African
that is cultural is not African
Remove all that is not African
and remain with naked Africa,
that is Africa, half alive, half dead!
The white ice is glittering everywhere,
The view of that Continent is super,
The Arctic ocean is vibrating with glacier,
The seils, Panguins, whales are moving there.
The global warming is soaring rapidly,
The ice of the Artic are melting randomly,
The sea levels are rising dangerously,
The low lying countries will submerge surely.
Shall we let it be done?
The hardest job can't be done by one
We could unitedly protect the Arctic ocean,
We should not put our initiatives undone.
Under a full night of black night stars, shooting and shining, turning a world of sun worlds, everything universe and cool wind, mountains of dark sound and a stream's breath song, I think often, until dawn, of your strong love. All of these true things becoming mine as a shore. And we inside as a breath baby. Listen, life darling long, four horses grazed nearby my head last night, like good luck. Struck thus I write: your love is greater than the real celestial globe.
How is it the powerful night attends you like a magician his queen? Something thicker and velvet than deep sea foam for you swirl lover. Something true to the events of our lives, the clear mountainous horizon of vision. Over the vast green earth O population of human and animal lovers to chewing very cud, our bond is fulfilled as a mother. A tremendous earthquake couldn't exist without us.
Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep?
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label
That was given unfortunately?
When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die
When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth
When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles
When we in Africa
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor
When we in Africa
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up
When we in Africa
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them
For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!
Land as one piece so large
surrounded by the waters
and structured by several borders.
'the sun has ascendant between us,
between two pinched,
that bow to each other;
love with the sun ascendant,
has red on our orgasmic ally
stem;
we are now like a shadow, thy
set, in the same continent;
but kiss the air husbandry.
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