TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
It’s sad when poverty
leads to the proliferation
of gangs and sales of drugs
which leads in turn to addiction.
No bigger open market for drugs exists
than one where great homelessness grew.
Gangs are thriving even to this day
there on Kensington Avenue.
Gangs of many ethnicities,
prostitutes and miserable folk
hang out there hooked on
heroin, fentanyl and coke.
A billion dollar market where I’m sure
drugs are bought as easily as soda pop.
Don’t worry that you even will get caught.
Over there one rarely sees a cop!
People
populating
this one world, this one earth
many diverse ethnicities
Human
IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION
Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity of their being,
My spirituality of mind turned its focus
To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection,
And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:-
At that moment, it dawned upon me,
The symbolic role that sage trees
Have played in the lives of humanity–
From crosses to branched stages of lynchings–
As living symbolic reminders of life’s tribulations:-
And at that very serene bell ringing moment,
My mind canvassed a profound awareness:
Today’s sage trees stream to us a message
Of faithful resurrection and renewed healing life
As we observe them sojourning nature's seasons
From summer to fall–to winter–and on to spring:-
N.B.: May your mind be likewise canvassed
And enlighteningly streamed with their
Profound sage treed inspiration.
There were six witnesses when the police arrived
The detectives took their statements
Six ethnicities were mentioned.
How many perps?
One
Two said he had a long face; one said she had a round moon face.
Eye colors mentioned were blue, black, green, brown and amber.
One said he saw a dragon tattoo; no one else saw it.
The detectives looked at each other.
The only thing the witnesses agreed on was that the man had been assaulted.
Knocked out of his wheelchair – clobbered, slapped, kicked, slammed, clocked.
The old man had impaired eyesight so he was no help at all.
Or as much help as the others.
A dream house next to the beach,
facing the calm or the wild sea.
A dream house in the mountains,
facing the forest and the country roads.
A dream house with someone
to share our time with,
it leaves many memories in our life.
A dream house with emptiness,
is a palace made of stones,
and cold in our bones.
A mansion, dreamt by the most,
on the hill or the shore
in West Hollywwood
where rich people cry tears many times.
Maybe a house in the West side of the Bronx,
where people fight among ethnicities.
A house can be our home,
our safety, our privacy,
our sharing, our everything.
A house should mean protection
and family safe.
A dream house is nothing
but a prison when you are alone.
Written: August 21, 2023
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This planet is such a vast variegated palette.
All ethnicities, cultures, and hues have talent.
A canvas filled with many views and dreams.
So gorgeous, humble souls and, now it seems.
In this kaleidoscope of diversity.
White and black blend into the darkness.
Mixed races provide level-thrived adversity.
There are both rich and poor people in stillness.
We're only those who will render this world whole.
Wise guys roam sidewalks, keen to meet raw souls.
Monks and spiritual seekers searching for peace.
All people love and foster rainbow beliefs.
Our earth, birthing cute beings, is a canvas to foresee.
People of various ethnic groups belong to humanity.
Wealthy life phase, adding warmth and awareness.
Wise, savvy, and humble despite race or fairness.
Because love is what we require to survive.
Bridge family tree gaps, penalized for being alive.
To create a world where vibrant colors combine.
The world is a colorful palette of sparkle and fine.
Humans,
No matter different ethnicities
and colours
we still humans
Who are so differ to demons
and Angels.
The scripture says that a person who lies
And the other who listen to lies
All together will be punished by God.
Some people can enjoy hearing lies
Without knowing their inconveniences.
Others don't have time to speak lies
Or listen to lies as they fear the Lord.
Who wants to rot in the pool
of fire due to hearing lies?
Better being confronted by truth
Than being comforted by lies.
Learn to be always good with
some people who like
To speak the truth
and hearing it daily
To please our God.
Hating someone because
of his good choice ...
no! no!no!
Just change
for Christ's sake.
July 9th 2023
Just another vagabond
a nomadic wanderer along the rivers and streams,
living footprints in the sands,
thirsting in the arid passages of time;
the path unclear yet lay wide open
homeless unravelers of lost ethnicities
through the unseen iron grated doors
holding close to the heart longings, want
of all that was, all that is,
all that came before
an idle vagrant waiting transient stray
huddling with the masses for freedom's sake;
a prodigal on his roaming journey
traveling through history's recordings
marking time and place
dreams clouding, hazy and vague,
erased.
for Craig Cornish's contest
Vagabond Dreams
8/30/21
Balloon heads float amongst the breeze
Filled with nothing, lack of education- they bawl
Inequality from different ethnicities across the seas
Seventy-two million children unschooled- please
Poverty stricken- we must try to help them all
Balloon heads float amongst the breeze
Over seven-hundred and fifty million adults are illiterate- geez
Girls least likely to receive education- damn that wall
Inequality from different ethnicities across the seas
undeveloped brains- be'eth the sizes of peas
Deprived from knowledge their brains will remain small
Balloon heads float amongst the breeze
The rights to educate we must not seize
If we doth not rise- they will fall
Inequality from different ethnicities across the seas
I pray for them- down on my knees
Let the world hear my beckon call
Balloon heads float amongst the breeze
Inequality from different ethnicities across the seas
A Major World Problem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
4/27/2021
There is something intriguing
about a rainbow of nationalities
and a kaleidoscope of ethnicities
not only about their various cultures,
their colours, creeds and languages,
their interests, hobbies and visions
their food,farming and fooling ways,
their menus, mannerisms and music,
but also about their understanding
of the sense of humanity and history
rooted in their many traditional stories,
imbedded and loud in their ethnic clothing,
their lives rich in colour, diversity & detail,
teaching us about our diverse walks in life
and the need to embrace the human race
in its diversity and depth as it is both a unit
and a badge of beauty ,ability and creativity
Keeping up with what is happening in the city
Murders, car accidents continue to plague us
But there are some hopeful signs
The arts are flourishing
Poetry, sculpture, paining, theater
are all coming forth
These revive tge spirit
give us hope I the
face of darkness
All ethnicities live through their cultures
In New York city they blend together
And form an amalgam of peace and love
The land of Baobab and Acacia sassa trees
The proud land of our forefathers.
The home of the fastest animal on earth - Cheetah
The oldest inhabited territory on Earth,
Who handed treasure of wisdom down to us
The most-populous landmass.
The place of origin of humans and the Hominidae clade.
The land of the the most abundant antelope, the impala
The land of sunshine and bird songs
Cut almost equally in two by the Equator
It straddles the equator and encompasses numerous climate areas
Hosts a large diversity of ethnicities, cultures and languages
Africa's has landscapes of many changes.
With beaches, rain forests, islands and dunes,
its climate keeps you guessing all afternoon
Contains an enormous wealth of mineral resource and
largest numbers of megafauna’s species
From her Warthog to her Giraffe,
from her Impala
to her ground, bound Ostrich,
Africa's home to so, much wonder,
that it's hard to leave this land, down under!
I AM A WOMAN PROUD AND STRONG
MY HAIR IS BLACK AND LONG
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY SKIN
LIKE IT IS A BAD CURSE OR A HORRENDOUS SIN
IT IS AN INSULT TO ME
WHILE I AM LABELED TO BE
THE ONLY THING BLACK IS MY HAIR AMONG OTHERS
SO WHAT IS THE DEAL MY DARK BROWN SKINNED BROTHERS
WHY DO YOU YELL PROUDLY
GET CRUNK AND SCREAM LOUDLY
STOP RISING IN ANGER, BUT END UP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER
WHILE OTHER ETHNICITIES SOMETIMES TREAT US LIKE STRANGERS
SOME RACES DO NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
SOME DARK BROWN PEOPLE WORK HARD AND GO TO COLLEGE
I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF BLACK AND THAT IS MY FACT
BUT WE ARE CALLED THAT BECAUSE OF HOW WE ACT
A POEM ABOUT VIEWS ON MY CULTURE OF HOW DARK BROWN PEOPLE AKA BLACK PEOPLE VIEW THEMSELVES AND OTHER ETHNIC GROUPS VIEW THEM.
They say that our relationship shouldn't work,
because of our ages, our ethnicities, our different interests.
They can't or won't see our deep soul connection.
They see relationships as if the relationships are no more—
than flash fires.
Before I met you,
I believe the same way.
Oh, boy!
I was wrong about everything.
Everyone need to experience—
our relationship.
Just once;
We both know
that they won't
go deeper into a relationship
more than
skin deep.
Too bad
they won't try
even with themselves.
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