Long Anthills Poems

The long uncharacteristic meandering river                              ...

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As the man on the roof, took two steps towards the edge, he was unexpectedly stopped by the sound of a bright and familiar voice, down below.
     "I thought you were...

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ABOVE THE CLOUDS

To hell with these monotonies,
no strings attached I fly.
Live normally with anomalies,
myself, my sole ally.
Disguise realised through shrouded lies,
I wore to please beliefs.
And wore a crease which won't suffice,
to lead a life so...

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we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever...

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I was in the valley
And the walls covered me
But God  game along He was is my mountain mover
O'
Aint no
Reason for me to climb
Cause my God, my God makin them mountains anthills
yeah!
Yea a huh Oh,...

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We walk the earth as lords of all
only judeo-christian types of course
We crush the weak and heed no call
history is written by the winners
We think ourselves the smartest race
anthills never knew Oppenheimer 
We show no...

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Monkey business


“I say how about
breakfast at The New Farmer’s”


Our day of picking and consuming done
no hunger induced nightmares, we rest dusk to dawn
check on the young ones. Are we all here?
tomorrow we return for another...

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Rotating on its axis, 
The earth labours
making the world go round
The planets also work,
As they revolve, 
around the sun
The solar system is working,
With the burden of all things

Ants work day and night
To erect hardened anthills
Only...

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They ate the carcasses of worms, drunk the blood
Of ants, pests and rodents;
So did this people who dwelt in these anthills.
Till their ailing bodies wreaked, smothered with
Pain and unrest.

They crawled upon the ancient footpaths 
That...

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We killed insects in our house without any remorse
We swept clean anthills in our garden without any afterthought
We trampled on insects while walking

We cut trees, made many homeless
We ventured into forests, killed for flimsy reasons

We...

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Anthill


An army of wood ants ,
In Swiss Jura Mountains,
Lift up the mighty leaf
Overhead,to feed

The queen, a  fairy , labors in her womb
The males carry thin paper wings, too
Female workers  go without  
The...

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“You don't know what freedom is; if you
Knew what it was, you would fight for it
With your bare hands" - Heroditus, Greek Historian.


 
The cannon balls flew like comets in front of their faces,
But they...

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Statues and some faded pictures
repatriation and reburial of bones
cold war Soviet tanks and the AK-47
all that remains of the Freedom Struggle giants
who drove the colonizers back to their cradles
talked to the spirits of the ancestors

There...

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I await your coming for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high. The lilac branches are still bare and shivering in the laggard lion’s breath of March. They await your kiss, the Monarch...

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Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways,
Butt scooting down the anthills, our high-end cars on...

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I await your coming
for the flowers are blooming and the grass is high…
lilac branches still bare and shivering
in the laggard lion’s breath of March
they await your kiss, Monarch of summer.

purplish buds
sprout from gray lilac branches...

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Miss Spring arrived quite early today...
She brought with her some rain..Hooray...
Her job description is to assure...
That the garden will endure...
All the habitants needed...
And even the seeded....
Her first assignment of her duties..
Will be to match up...

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TRIBUTE TO AFRICAN WRITERS FOR THEIR STRUGGLE AGAINST OPPRESSION
CELEBRATE AFRICAN BARDS
A mirror in ink
Placed before my future
To save me from the sink
Of this chameleon picture

Anthills of the Savannah:
With pen, they told me the past;
Without their...

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(A lone voice whispers)


As a person, you must know

Deep down 

You're part of one of the most spiritually 

Illuminating 

Literary movements there has ever been

A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between...

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Remember me?
I remember you.
My home-
Where the meadowlark laughs
And the sun paints the tranquil sky
Over the ancient hills-
A familiar majesty,
The sagebrush and thistle,
So strong and hardy,
Ugly to most,
Dear to me.
I long to wander those hills again-
Anthills...

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Across the realms of existence now known
dwell some dimensions of which we're not part.
Though sharing our space, diverse life is shown-
some worlds within worlds, alone from the start-
know not of us- yet are able and...

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Little kids keenly hover round an anthill
held there by ant-motion individuality
or their helter-skelter movements as a family
  ~ for hours and hours on end  

Pure joy and propensity
such unmatched intensity 
  ~...

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These are just words
More plentiful than
Birds and ants building
Nests and anthills 

Crowd them with feelings
Written to bathe
Ceaselessly with 
Sunshine and rain fed 
Into flowering feelings
To caress your lonely 
Mind my words

Are who I am
Meant to...

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Armadillo: A Child


Abundant Savannah Anthills
Are my Mother’s breast
From which I suck my fill.

Supine, breast upturned,
I suckle nipple jutting upwards
Oozing life to the thirsty...

From one to another I hope; 
Long-cheeked Armadillo	
Quaffing with drab appetite,

Ants ooze from...

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No matter what happens to you,
You have to be your own sunshine 
machine in all that you do!


Angels will cross your path as if 
from nowhere.
What a waste of time moaning 
about what is gone,...

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