Homeland Poems

The New Call of the River Nun

From the rising sun in the east
To casted shadows after dark in the west,
Our tribal marked faces show,
A timeless story, aglow.
Seasons come and go,
Hiding shades and dimmed sparks.
Beneath the sprawling swamps,
Cornering meandered mangroves,
Our roots run deep,
Anchored in attires of legacy.
Our heads see without light,
Guided by old wisdom unspoken.
Truth and strength wrap us,
Like leaves hiding the

The Weight of Elsewhere 'Part One'

Letters from Borrowed Ground
'Part One'

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To: Myself (Three Years Ago)  
Date: Every Night  
Status: Never Finished  
Focus: Warning

Dear Dreamer,

Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps,
each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye.
The coffee grows cold in my cup
as I write this at 3 AM,
watching snow fall on a street
whose name I still can't pronounce.

You

The Architect of Morning

What if dawn delays at my pane,
Fearing dreams too long displaced?
I send my shadow down the lane—
It knows the streets I’ve never faced.

My homeland breathes in mother’s tea,
Its edges traced by grief and flame.
Each night the map reshapes for me,
Erasing paths I cannot name.

We built a house from borrowed years,
Rooms filled with seasons touched by

This Persian Candy

Far from the homeland, when lips part to speak,
This Persian candy works wonders, magic unique.
The spell of Rumi’s verse, of Hafez’ deep art,
In distant lands, it uplifts every heart.

A potion of love rides this caravan’s crest—
Saadi himself boasts of its charm manifest.
Open your eyes, and at this threshold stay—
The Masnavi begins to tell your tale

The place I find Solace

I  moved to the fast-moving world.
I rely on nothing but amazing technology.
Everything is at my doorstep, just no less than a wonder world. 
None to bother, no one to care about. 
Just one click makes every single service possible. 

No time to spare in any wandering thoughts,
As so much around to get amused and explore every sort.
Technology

Homeland

Among the people, as I roam,
I carry flaws and wins of my own.

Yet all the kindness people show,
My Homeland's dear wherever I go!

The endless steppe, the hills, the plain,
My Homeland heals my deepest pain.

If ancestors hadn't kept it free,
We’d taste the hell of tyranny!

Though life may strike and weigh me down,
I’ll never flee my native

IPE AKOKO:MY HOMELAND

Amidst hills and mountains high,
Lies Ipe Akoko, with history's sigh,
A town of plenty, verdant and bright,
With vegetables and greens, a delightful sight.

Rich cultural heritage, a treasure rare,
Ayelereme's golden festival, beyond compare,
Virgin ladies, pure and fair,
Prepared for marriage, with love to share.

A community that honors marriage vows,
Adultery shunned, fidelity avows,
Supportive men, responsible and true,
Tall, strong, and

When It's Spring Forget not Winter

When the sky seems clear and the ocean so calm
Forget not the screams you hear and the broken bow charm

When the food fills stomach and the water quinches thirst 
Forget not the hunger of heirs and the years of fast

When the water flows fine and the wind blows pleasant 
Forget not the slaughter show line

Memories Of A Snatched Homeland

MEMORIES OF A SNATCHED HOMELAND

Traverse of The Masses
Over the years, our land has seen,  
Rulers so brutal, with blood so mean.  
They seized our land by guns and bold  
Bullets and armored tanks they rolled 

Whipped with bile, as David's son,  
No soul smiled, they spared none.  
Men, women, children,

Homeland

What’s a homeland, I don’t know
Sounds a bit too much symbolic 
I’ve got no land of my own
So it turns out hyperbolic 
This home concept is not real 
Could be my imagination 
Sort of melancholy feel
Hardly a concrete location
Not the property I own
Not a shelter from the rain
Not a place where I was born
But a

Voyage

Quote: "“They have no idea what it is like to lose home at the risk of never finding home again, have your entire life split between two lands and become the bridge between two countries.” –unknown
 
Amidst the whispers of the waves, I sail,
An expatriate adrift in memories pale.
Through years that roll like distant tides,
I've

Back in My Homeland

   Like a man possessed we fight
     'neath cool exteriors
   a raging fire burns, day and night

   We have nowhere to turn
     no matter how we yearn
   to parlez vous francais or habla ingles

   Never quite accepted

The Road To Home

Oh, My Dear homeland,
I yearn to reunite with you,
Not for your love alone,
But to tread the weathered path, winding beneath my village,
Laid with stones and scattered remnants of time,
In moments of disarray and wandering,
It unfailingly led me back to my village,
Guiding me to my mother's waiting arms.

I don't long solely for you, my homeland,
I ache

Cornish Identity

I think of my Cornish identity,
As on a cliff-top bench I sit,
And realise that Cornwall is a part of me
And I am a part of it,
I won’t be taken out of Cornwall
And you can’t take Cornwall out of me,
Though I gaze at far off horizons,
I know Cornwall is where I will stay
And is where I

Anaemia

Anaemia

Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds

Siamese twins of hunger and anger
Starving her of peace and progress 
In a land of high Testosterone
Security gone AWOL
Citizens on their own
Slowly but steadily
Life ebbs out
Deprived of nutrients and water

Homeland turned fiefdom by renegades
Despising folks,

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