(written by Ila Farrar-DiMino)
Where are citizens echoing
"Give me liberty, or give me death"?
Where is a statesman whose wisdom and courage
could cross a frozen Delaware to save an army and
a nation?
One declaring his signature boldly so a despot
was certain to see it?
Where is a statesman or woman whose integrity guides
his or her motives?
One who legislates for the National well-being, and not
for selfish personal gain?
Where is the statesman who lives and voices the spirit
of "This Hallowed Ground"?
Stands firm, placing honor before money and power?
Where is the statesman who lives by the principal "Of the
people, by the people, and for the people"?
One whose honor states "I don't agree with you, but I will
defend your right to say it!"?
God, give us statesmen!
Categories:
ila, freedom, horror, inspirational, integrity,
Form: Prose
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
Categories:
ila, africa, art, color, conflict,
Form: Free verse
I speak to you with words
of Forever, and Always; call
to you, using splashes and dashes
of light, pulsing beyond any
common obscurity...but there is no
code to my caring – beaming
slip-less slides, and raging currents
of timeless affection; I am
the contrary boy boring holes
in dikes – though we live
at a sea, often confused and
seemingly slammed by encroaching
depths, but, yet, I remain buoyant –
my sole focus on you – you, my only
meaningful surface...you, my
sextant and compass.
My three quarter earth. All land.
My sky. My Forever and
Always. Happy Birthday!
Categories:
ila, birthday, feelings, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
No love could I write
without your name –
my world the sum of
your letters. No word
desire I say nor hear,
if not spoken and the
return your echo – for
the air carries what is
impressed on the heart,
recited by both common
folk and sages – and moonlight
has been a chronicle of snuggles
throughout affection's written ages –
While my favorite title needs
no other script, than Ila
across all pages –
Categories:
ila, books, devotion, love, romantic
Form: Free verse
(Written By Ila)
Our Father's heirs
have a choice,
Let love be
the loudest voice...!
Categories:
ila, christian, faith, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Here is a delightful book of Cat Poetry, written from Cat's point of view. For the people who love cats, and the cats who own them. Love, Joe and Ila.
https://app.thebookpatch.com/BookStore/im-a-cat/ba1ea2f9-0188-4bf2-bede-d9bde3b8d5a2
"I'm A Cat" by Joe DiMino
I’m a cat...
And that’s where it’s At!
If you're fond of turd
Should have
Got yourself a bird;
If needed was an alarm—
fearful of the dark – should have
Rescued yourself a ferocious
Though thoroughly
annoying bark;
But if allowing for deference,
I personally find, feline an
Amply more luxurious preference:
Though admittedly, for some I am
Far too independent—self–serving; don’t
Need anyone (yet if it makes you feel better,
You can pet me) – It's just that
My basic nature is to be totally free;
Therefore, just be grateful
For the times I allow you
With your cuddly tabby:
So no more pouting
Over my nightly outing!
Categories:
ila, animal, cat, humorous, imagination,
Form: Free verse
ke sereti sa ngwana mobu,
Itsibulo la murufe'a phogole
ke mmina nonyana nna ke ila tlhantlhagane
Gesu re bina ka tlhwatlhwadi tse pedi re a tshagela
ke gabo mebala ye mesehlana ya maribariba.
Re senya disele, re kgobakgobela mello'a tukela basele
Ke mabjale ke inela bjala go tlisa lethabo
Ke maisele a dithoro ke rothetsa thotse tsa letsema
Ke sereti sa phulamadibogo ke ahlamisa batseta
Ke kgadi ya masogana ke ikeme ke le nosi ,
Mathatha maimana ke rwala hlogong boka ngata
Ka fane ke Chagane a mmotong wa lethwele la phakamphele
Ke gata go boifisago ka tlhamo txa ntwa marumo
Kgarebe ya humo la go kgamixa ba mamone ka pelo
Mmantepa leme le sa kgaotseng go balabalela babogi
Mankgabane ke gesu motseng wa ditemo tsa go dumisa
Ke kgatheng ga melokoloko ya dithaba le di nokana
Ke tswa theng ga noka ditxhaba kutswi ya borrawexu
Nna mahlako a mphela melomo ya diperete tsa bosole
Sereti sa mathale a bojakane bja go ipipa ka sesotho sa Leboa.
Categories:
ila, appreciation, beauty, character, confidence,
Form: Narrative
SPASIBA
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mwenyezi,
bila kipimo nakuenzi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa mama ulileta duniani,
na kunilea.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa marafiki wa kikweli,
sio wahuni.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa wahusika wote wenye nia njema,
sio wenye sumu kwenye sindano.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
Kwa maadui washirikina na wenye fitina,
wasio na utu ila tu unafiki.
Garagazano hili,
hamwezi.
Spasiba,
spasiba.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
Categories:
ila, appreciation, brother, family, sister,
Form: Free verse
Arabic script doesn't survive PoetrySoup, I hereby rewrite my previous submitted Arabic poem in FrancoArab letters,
laqad kunt fina al-saraj al-munir .... wa kunt alsadiq wa kunt al-khalil
wa kunt rasul al-mahabati fina .... wa kunt shifa' al-qalb al-alil
ahidna fika al-kholoq al-karim .... ahidna fika al-shahm al-nabil
jasuran shuja'an wa batalan homaman .... ila al-haq taghdu liqasd al-sabil
tajasadat fik asmaa al-ma'anaa .... wa laka fi al-sabr ba'on tawil
fa'an'em birajul qallama .... tu'ti al-hayat lana mathyl
kariman halalata shahidan rahalta .... man ya tura 'ank al-badil
fahna' bi maq'ad sidq aliyan .... bayn al-anhar wa zilen zalil
wa tab mustaqarren yafuh bi'etren .... rubu' al jannati wa al-salsabil
fi janati al-firdaws talqa al-anbia' .... wa jahran tara wajha rabben jalil
kafa'ak Allah bima anta ahloho .... wa a'tak minhu aljaza' aljazil
abi qad motta f matat basmaty .... wa akhtu hayati b khatwen thaqil
tatuaqu lisawtik ozoni fa inhad .... wa qul ya Aliya halum al rahil
satabqaa li hayatoka mathalan aziman .... ba'ad al mamat wa zikron jamil
wa yazallu etruka baynana .... fel manam wa fel suhad badil
Categories:
ila, death, father son,
Form: ABC
Raw Role
I wasn’t born an actor
I was born into the world
Full of characters…
And i automatically pick’d up
My role
Ever since, i have been trying to
Learn my lines
To fit on the gland world stage
Along the way, i became
A copy cat
Forgetting that…
Each line for a different
Character,
Was perfectly crafted and
Scripted for them
And an award waits
Each…
Indeed, i can never doubt
That
My story lines too
Where written for me
By the greatest script
Writer and my
Director….
Though i wanted to
Replace him
With a copy-cat
I am stopped by
The words
CUT, CUT, ACTION
Wrong steps, i make
Back in line
Efan Ila Eyubma
Categories:
ila, age, allah, angel, birth,
Form: Free verse
Little Ila of warm Indian waters
was born without fins but with feathers.
“Fishes don’t fly,” they constantly told her
wings in water are just a bother.
Tightly she wound them close to her
and tried her best to keep up with peers
Oh, she once even tried to pluck out her feathers
so she wouldn't look like a fish out of water.
But as she grew, her wings became larger
and surely you realise, swimming became tougher.
Was she the only freak of nature,
she spent her time in depressed wonder
Then she met the turtle who seemed wiser
and gave her a dream of a sky up higher
There’d be hills and vales and trees and flowers
and an eternally bright cloudless summer.
The journey was arduous but nothing could deter
little Ila to defiantly labour up to the border
Then the sun shined in her eyes, struggle just a blur,
with a leap of faith soon she flew… out of water.
Categories:
ila, dream, inspirational, uplifting, voyage,
Form: Rhyme