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Oh My Africa

By Parizo Van Thulare 

what have we done this time ?
What happened to together as one ?
Why us?
Why now ?

I thought what we had back in the ages was through
I thought that blood which was shed back was dew

When I heard of the rainbow nation 
I was moody and glowing
When I heard of color making combination 
I knew things would come smoothly
It felt so nice
Seeing those of my kind so bloomy

Continents from the South bowed to us 
Those from the north started sharing with us 
They knew we were peace makers 
The knew we were good neighbors

But now 
Things have gone south 
Weapons are used like spoons 
Wearing down every street like troops 
With sound blocking my ears
That smell of a man burning  makes me cry 

I felt useless looking at the screen of my Aunt's television
Asking why men are in collusion 

Why chasing one with such hatred ?
Whilst u know that when it rages ,it destroys hundreds
Why calling one with words that are sour ?
Whilst we thought you are the one with honour

I dreamt of waking up in the middle of Zambezi one day 
I slept picturing the beauty of Victoria Falls today 

But how will I go there ?
If its residents are being bullied in my home 
How will I see such beauty 
Whilst guns are rattling next door ??

Ohh! Lord of mercy 
The father of billions and trillions 
Please come and deliver us from evil 
Save us from varnishing 
Please protect my Africa


Premium Member Spoon-Fed On Spoonerisms

Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!

More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging, my doobs are bropping, my wackside biggles to and fro
One turn in front of glirror mass, and blaring gack is not the ass
that I had yorn just westerday!

My cimples are just dellulite, and jormones humping out of whack
My face gets sedder, I rurrender
Hig a dole and put me under!

My grair is hayer, my wips are hider, and travity has taken goll!
I'm binking, too, shrit by shrit!!  Creaking, leaking, a shinking sip!

My femory is going mast! I search for lames and they've been nost !
I lander off, and then I'm wost….will you check the fost and lound?
Getting old has dot me gown!

I cannot wee sithout my glasses, I need a mozen dedications
My dibido has all but lisappeared, I fear the nend is getting ear !
Some may fall me rather coolish, but I would truly like to know
is the yountain, fouth for real? Deed me to it, I will link some
'Cause crowing golder isn't fun !!!


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3/2/16  For Spoonerism Contest
Sponsored by Roy Jergen

Premium Member The Past Is Past

As bleak as a rose amid a tangle. 
Over wilted bloomy, with dew sprinkle. 
It occurs as entire face with no grin.
It's about wishing to be without sin. 

Blue feelings, sorrow, and a sense of rage.
Like a ship laid amid waves, owned by age.
Like a rainbow, I am lost needing you.
After the tide, the sky takes on bold hue.

Ignore the tweak escape from yesterday.
Follow your dreams and reconcile your ray. 
A new day was breaking the horizon. 
I sought my way once the dawning brightens.  

Sway in the rain, interact with each rife.
Regain your young virtue and seize your life.

1st place contest winner
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Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Waning Twilight

Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest

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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
                  It's russet embers
ignite her soul's             quilled longings

she flies to bloomy sky-scape
           last sigh        of waning twilight 

chirpy mirth—katydid sounds
                            waves of
                                   soft silk canzone

to whispering crimson
                         of ephemeral serenade

waves of arid shadows— ebb in
blurring haze            of lingering longing

besotted in spumy                scatters sighing

In epicede of hushed                Elysian quiddity
            quixotic susurrus—shorebirds' sapidity

horizon in cinereous             ululation of Peacocks
             rainbows and sylphlike threnody

my heart too, mirths...         waiting 
for you to return to me—in spring

renascent wings                  wings of crimson
              gold and plums of purples!
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