Long Bora Poems
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Bora blowing wild
unfurling blankets of leaves
Arora’s energy lights
without flowing it stagnates
as our own darkness denies
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torrents rage streams rise
during a winter’s deluge
shadows stretched longer
the scale of life weighs down
measures man’s meaning of sane
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wade in solitude
ripples slow along the dams
a state of wholeness…
inside and outside dissolves
evolves, going with the grain
New Year's Eve
12/31/25
KANGA BORA MARI YA ABDALLA
After graduation son of Walla
i lived at a coastal town
where the people so hated the warmth..
they chose to move at nite
in the clothes they were born with..
Son of Walla i was dismayed
I called myself to counsel
and decreed a holy decree
son of my mother
i would not let this profanity- continue
Son of walla i took up a whip
and whip them i did son of walla...
Urging them with strokes of the whip
to know the need- value of clothing up
many a wild lass recieved... strokes of the cane
Son of Walla i brought back respect
to a people who walked unclad
Son of Walla i geuss i did good
Mari ya Abdalla they called me...zealot..
some sneered behind my back.. but manners
imade sure they were taught
at the crack of the whip.. male and female
they feared me.. or was it my whip
son of walla i changed life for a lost people
Kanga Boora Mari ya Abdalla
ubora wa sitara ndo wema wa sitara
that was my message
delivered to a people
who felt warmth
instead of feeling manners
-- Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You --swahili
Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Hakuna mtu anayeweza kuwa bora zaidi kuliko wewe;
Hakuna mtu anayeweza kupamba uzuri wako;
Milele, hivyo kukumbatia;
Na kama upendo kwamba baada yako;
Tafuta Baba
Tafuta Baba
Baba kumpa moja
M imi ndimi huyo;
Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Ku Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
kupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Kukupenda wewe Loving you Loving You
Na ikiwa ningeweza kuwa kama unataka;
Nami nitakuwa zaidi ya unahitaji;
Kila kudumu, hivyo kukubali kama mimi kukumbatia wewe
Kukupenda wewe
Kukupenda wewe
Pamoja kama sisi wawili ..
Tafuta Baba, (wote pamoja)
Wewe na mimi kwa upendo
Wewe na mimi wenzi wa roho (wote pamoja)
Kutafuta Baba
Kuwa milele, hivyo kukubali sisi mbili
Milele kukumbatia sisi kufanya
08/29/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “A LOVE FOR YOU”
When everyone wore Calvin Klein
I wore pairs of Old Navy jeans and graphic tees
When everyone carried a mouthful Menthol Cigarettes
I carried a mouthful of Sour Patch Kids
When everyone was having cups of Kalik
I was having cups of Pina Coladas
When everyone was rocking Air Jordans
I was rocking flip flops and Converse
When everyone went to Atlantis and Baha Mar
I went to Blue Lagoon and Ardastra Gardens
When everyone wanted to go to Miami
I wanted to go to Key West, Maui or Bora Bora
When everyone grew up to be a police
a teacher or a front desk clerk
I grew up to be a tour guide,
a beach nomad and a storyteller
Ransom from the Pit
I’ve bled my dues in shadows deep,
The scrolls are signed, the records kept.
In my fist, the iron key bites
A jagged tooth to unlock the light.
Behind me, five small shadows tread,
Their ransom paid in sweat and dread.
I’ve bought their breath, I’ve cleared their debt,
To cheat the flames of the Hinnom pit
That they may never taste the smoke,
Or wither beneath Gehenna’s yoke.
After their deaths they were being held in the spiritual realm awaiting judgement. Cannalo, bora, and buree.
Marcus the Hells keeper was interviewing them and showing sympathy, he told them that they were in debt and had to pay.
All they had to do was lock the door their grandad opened with the key when they earned it. Canalo suggested Marcus and her get together and torture her sister who was still alive and to throw her in hells deepest pit. She wasn’t going to lock any door so her alive sister could live.
What cannolo did was make a dash for the keys Marcus was holding. She also grabbed his light pen. From there Marcus stood back and witnessed her actions.
They overpowered Marcus and stole valuable items from behind the door and started using the power they gained.
Marcus left them to it. Meanwhile they did rituals to throw the sister in hell even though she was alive. Darkness entered her life.
So, Marcus had to intervene and tell the sister to pay her way to get out.
The sister obeyed and paid and locked the door. In the final hours of the sister leaving, they made the daring jump to run away through the door but broke all their bones as it was the spiritual realm and no soul can walk the earth. They fell flat on their faces.
And they turned into piles of salt.
Now comes the wind,
stealth like creeper whispering
venting in the shadowy image of the trees.
A calm soft breeze easing in at first,
a sojourner on the bland gray skies,
dim lit end of winter's call, marching winds.
Rising high up in the atmosphere
dropping down as if a bird of prey
eyeing some tantalizing delights.
Breathless mistral bora chilling the air
swooping in unsuspected xlook
tantalizing the coastal seas to rise;
Breathe, taking in a sirocco
as it slips and slides north and east
riding zephyr upon the ocean currents.
To land across the distant horizon
snaking, weaving, twisting along the foamy waves
to touch the earth, twirl it up, down prairie mountain forests.
Now comes the wind
unseen figure spread wide and thin
catabatic current fleetings, scouring the earth.
Talkin bout 'Ahunda,
Talkin bout 'Ahunda,
Talkin bout 'Ahunda;
Mtu huyu huko na suti ya kijivu cha flannel;
Yeye huko juu na takataka ya kuzungumza kwa kinywa hizNi jivin kufikiriNi yeye ni mzuri sana;
Na kumchukua dada huyo huko, yeah man i mean yea yeye ni mzuri na mzuri;
Lakini yeye daima anafadhili baadhi ya ndugu fedha na talkin nothN wakati wote
Kidogo giza mpendwa wa Afrika Upendo Mtoto
Talkin bout, talkin bout unajua nini
Ahunda
Talkin bout 'Ahunda,
Talkin bout 'Ahunda,
Talkin bout 'Ahunda;
Lakini hey, Bobby kuchukua dude huyo amesimama karibu;
Wakati talkin bout Ahunda kila mtu hana tu kusikia sauti;
Hatua mbaya, aibu majadiliano mwenye maumivu;
Ana mpango bora zaidi Amani na kuokoa Ardhi ...
Yeye ni mdogo kuliko wote na yeye ni mrefu sana;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Sasa kukimbia kuwaambia kwamba anajua wapi;
Alizaliwa Marekani mama yake alikuwa Mfrika;
Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Hivi karibuni kuwa Mtawala wa kabila lake la asili wakati atakuwa mtu
Talkin bout, talkin bout Ahunda
Sema sasa ndugu kuangalia kwamba paka hii ina uhakika ni safi;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Anatembea kama mazungumzo kama paka ya kibinadamu;
Yeye ni Mama mbaya sana aliyewahi kuona;
In a nearby place I frequent,
a quiet country road -
paddy fields stretching either side.
the road broken and pitted with potholes.
I rode there time and again,
often drove that road,
enjoying the peace and the countryside’s scene..
Jungle mynas often walked
striding along the roadside
while a cha - bora restaurant stood nearby,
run by a lone woman.
There, my wife and I would sit together,
relaxing over cups of tea and eating bora
watching the quiet countryside pass by.
But as time went on
private schools and houses began to rise
upon the paddy fields,
violating the laws -
but no one came.
Instead more and more buildings
continued to spring up –
motor workshops,shops,petrol pumps, restaurants-
along the edges of the paddy fields
by the roadside
The paddy fields began to vanish;
the wandering mynas were nowhere to be seen.
So, the little cha bora restaurant-
The countryside’s agrarian character
and its peaceful rhythm have vanished.
Heavy reading glasses
Thick dark eye lashes
Braced lined white teeth
Staring quietly on a seat
Easy humor your simple style
Yet, it touch me for long time
Sharp witty conversations
Invited me with no hesitations
Chin high - up so I could see
A tall man in wearing a tee
He is addicted to coffee and tea
Busy always with papers and fees
Yet, underneath a beautiful aura
A man who loves to jam in Bora
Respectable and gentle to his moves
Adoringly, how he manage to groove
By: olive_eloi
6:18pm
02/04/2014
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"BORA" - shortened word of the place BORACAY, a popular world-class beach in the Philippines