Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior—
Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers
praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover
Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered
Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil
Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble
Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere.
Doctor blinks, breath caught, face goes still.
“Oh,” he says, voice sharp, split.
Hands tremble near charts, numbers all wrong.
Room spins quiet, cold like a grave.
Chest tightens, heartbeat thuds, loud, slow.
How long have I lived this broken?
Sick laughs die. Fear lives in bone.
Never really know what part of Sunday’s
sermon my mind’s eye will lock hold
What portion of the Holy Story will
ignite passion as Pastor’s lucid homoly unfolds
“I DARE YOU TO PRAISE HIM CHURCH!”
and Good Lawd did that church explode
and I sat at the red light -Exposed.
Bill Marable
12-4-22
11:00 am
A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed
my weariness, a covenant catering
to the boundary, of self why I'd become
more open to resolve, life's issues
abundantly, as though life was simply,
a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated
to be rehearsed, over and over again
while I'd gravely, excepted a single
faint hue, as a quaint challenge
flowing as a heavenly hue edifying,
a sheer witnessing, the pondering
whims that gathered beyond,
St. John Paul passages, of hidden
messages, morbidly explored casually
expressed, graphically in stone.
Family’s purpose respond consent concord harmony oneness
Licenses aptitude ability qualify oneness harmony
Collect travail attempt struggle respond oneness
Ujamaa’s service product consume society produce various
Impetus intents apropos purpose fitting resolve mission
Fertile inspire imagine product qualify oneness harmony
Believe loyalty ability fitting resolve mission oneness
11/22/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Your arm is Soft like sponge pillow,
Heavy is the head that rests on;
Soft but strong, made me embrace loner.
Serene voice is all you got, deary!
Your oxygen the fairy has breathe,gem!
This being none have seen; pretty shorty.
How I wish this was not...pseudo.
The poems I never wrote are
all here on my page on this site
I mean it
I plagiarised every one of them
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school
I’ve an excellent memory
and am a recalcitrant liar
But now I’m coming clean
No time for homework
I just wanted to play
Teacher beat me badly
for wasting my life away
I enjoyed my childhood
those were the days
Still to win this contest
a backhander I will pay
Poem below is my own
so now I’ll have my say
Ba Ba black sheep
have hue - buckled my shoe
Three four -the cow jumped-
everywhere a moo moo!
The end
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Hue gave this an N/A
Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
I see a girl in the mirror
A thing of beauty unseen by all
She weaves poetry, and cooks sublime notions
Paints the sky green, the land blue
Twirls on cliffs, tiptoes along its edges
Drama, risks, thrills, that is her life
A thing of beauty unsung by all.
K.S.Lakshmi
Image of South Africa Cape Town Table provided by Pixabay
Token Steps
Ruling winds the austral buttes naked slopes ...
as vortex smoky rise aloft Zulu's kraal
Clans in circular indlu huts enclosing round
all women famous to craft their beads
while getting set for tomorrows Reed Dance
a trait of Zulu armistice Nguni extends
Bestill, war drums eve chants Shaka's hopes ...
2021 May 29
There are all kinds of raw fish
that can be used to make sushi.
Orange salmon is quite popular these days.
Try mahi mahi or yellow fin tuna.
Mackerel, and caviar both red and black
Shrimp and surimi are still in demand.
Please don't give me any sea urchin.
In the bush the dancing begins early
Leather drums call from far and near.
Steady rhythms mark timed steps, and
Swahili is proudly spoken here; come
Join festive reveler from the village,
Flee to the running brook you see
Asante for being here...for being alive!
Listed #51 in Top 100 Poems
on Poetry Soup
March 23, 2021
Listed #61 in Top 100 Poems
on Poetry Soup
March 7, 2021
HONORABLE MENTION
Poetry Contest - All Poetry
sponsored by Kwame Cunningham
July 26, 2021
***NOTE: Poem posted on the above video. If you need to read it again, just right click on the video and then click on 'Loop' on the top of the drop-down menu, whereto, the video will continue to scroll.
SONG: 'Run To You', by Kaue Penna
VIDEO: The Voice Kids (2020)
POEM: 'Adolescence: Apollo's Aria' - [Kwansaba Form]
2020 December 12
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
No matter the place I go
I'm always glad I showed up
Concrete jungle to meadow
Assembly to solitude
My eager muse is happy
to tag and dance right along
A poet's boon companion
Date written: 06/21/2020
Up so high all the fireflies fly
Look at them! Look at them all!
Thousands of stars hang in the sky!
Birds and crickets are chirping in unison
under the lunar eclipse in this night.
The wonder of nightfall captivates me as
I walk in solitude; the night so alive!
Date written: 05/16/2020
Specific Types of Kwansaba Poems
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