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We are gathered
Each and everyone
Honouring the forefathers
Glorifying every man
The mothers and fathers
Who made a stand
Paving a path, telling a story
Of how it began
Of ancient Kemet
Our homeland, the motherland
Told in oral history
Then cast in stones
Diluted by the Vatican
At a conference in Nicosia
Under the guidance of Rome
In strife and victories
We must understand
The causes and reasons
The Explanations
That there is a lesson to be learnt
That what is happening now
Has happened before
When we open our eyes and mind
We should realize
We must record our history
In the hall of fame
Celebrating
Our heroes name
Markus Garvey had a plan
The unite Africans
Those from across the oceans
Those in distant lands
But his dream is now in smoke
When consciousness had gone
On a walkabout
When identity has taken a shock
From European imagery and press attack
We are branches
From the trees
Broken in storms
Shedding its leaves
In far flung places
Where ever we roam
We are blessed by the divinity
And cursed by no one
In suffering and tribulations
We must understand
That the heroes who had gone on before
Paved a path to our existence
Opening doors
Through sacrifices and commitment
That with unity and purpose
We replicate the ethos
By keeping focus
And reclaim our place
In the annuals
In our halls of fame
Celebrating our heroes name.
This poem was written for Black Heroes Foundation, an organization which is dedicated to telling African History through artistic performances.
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
44.
My 3rd Leaf
Plucked thee hastily
Hoped no one saw me
A platform décor
With two others more
We call it “palma”!
Whoever placed it
Surely got profit
Public property
University
CapSU-Main domain
Two-day Seminar
Which may bring us far
A Textbook Writing
Aiming for something
These coming school years
Room for conference
Bird's eye of audience –
Right…but not there born
Just there to adorn
It needs the sun soon
Day whispered to me
Opportunity
I can write a book
Pleasure I might hook
This day's a calling!
-06/03/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
CRTC Saint Sabastain --
Champ Royal Tournament of Champions
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.
But the media still run cover for her.
Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the civil rights movement. Only problem is that she stole it from an interview that Martin Luther King gave in 1965.
But the media still run cover for her.
She hasn’t done a press conference in 87 days since she became the nominee because her handlers are terrified of her word salads. Like Joe, she can only speak from a prepared script.
But the media still run cover for her.
The media don’t fact check her because she’s one of them - a gigglin’ woke Trump deranged puppet of the radical left.
That’s why media run cover for her.
60 Minutes got caught editing her answers to make her seem intelligible to voters and are refusing to release the transcript of the interview. That’s election interference.
And so the media will do everything they can to get her elected.
You really think Putin and Xi and all the other dictators and despots of this world are scared of Kamala? You think Iran and Hezbollah and Hamas are shaking in their boots at the prospect of a Kamala presidency?
It’s Trump they fear!
You’ve been gaslit for long enough…vote wisely and vote often (just kidding, we don’t want a repeat of 2020).
I don’t think I’ll ever see
a POTUS as stupid as Trump can be
Recently he had Iran on the ropes
Iran’s beleaguered citizenry flush with hope
Cheering a President who seemed to mean what he said
that he’d leave Iran’s oppressive government for dead
But he stopped abruptly, he pulled the plug
let Iran’s maniacal thugs out of the hole he’d dug
Why didn’t Trump finish what he’d started
As things stand now, he got out-smarted
For all his boasting and blither-blather
I imagine most everyone would rather
Not see him give the Ayatollah hundreds of billions in alms
with zero progress on nuclear arms
Or let Iran control the Hormuz straits in 60 days
when pre-Trump it was always a free international waterway
And at the G7 conference, he defended permitting Iran to keep her ballistic missiles
confounding America's generals and top-drawer military officials...
The ‘deal’ Trump's ‘negotiated’ lacks any reason
~ except as ‘Exhibit A’ for an indictment of treason
I was one new boy on my block, had confidence
when seated in this classroom, for a conference
speech ~ waiting ~ not knowing what to expect
other nervous players were all new to me, yet
I could hold my own, when placed under their
deBate microscope ~ I had to show them here
all my cards, or be doomed ~ master's indeed
toying with me, but not for greed
needed to read between those lines, too succeed
a lion's den I was in ~ ready to proceed
joy came over me, at last ~ my turn up, teacher
wanted to incorporate ideas, this or that feature
here am I, to tell you, after quite some time
lessons I've learned back when, helped me fine,
today, I feel joy, now that was that
not nervous for a speech I'm still at ~ up to Bat.
When I was around 14, I attended a church youth conference that summer,
sleeping in a dorm at a college campus and attending fun events with kids of my
same religion. The group I was with one day was strolling along a green shady path
when ahead of me I spied a young man, very tall, slender, and blonde. He had a
Justin Bieber kind of face but with cool piercing eyes, to put almost any young girl’s
heart aflutter. I immediately began to think of a way to meet him, and to my
surprise, I noticed that he was also noticing me!
Meanwhile, another boy, also with a strikingly cute looking face, appeared at my
side and began walking with me. He introduced himself as John Spencer. I would
compare him to an elf because his features were so delicate. His ears were elflike
and his doll face reminded me of the face of an angel. His body was extremely thin
and later I learned that he worried so much for his family and friends that he had
given himself ulcers before the age of 14! As we talked, I kept looking ahead at the
blonde boy, whose name I later learned was Chris. Upon seeing me with John, the
incredibly gorgeous Chris gave me a disapproving look and vanished into the crowd.
After that, I soon realized that John and I were turning into a “couple” and the rest
of my waking moments at the conference I would have my “Johnny Angel”
constantly by my side.
It was young love, first love, fresh, and sweet, and holding hands with John I felt
electrifying chemistry as we intertwined our fingers, playing “handsies,” my favorite
new activity! We ate together and attended together all the activities planned for
our group, and so my first time with a boyfriend was like an extended date, lasting
from the beginning of the week until the end when we rode home together
snuggling on the bus and planning when we would see each other again.
John lived one town away from mine, in the same city where Chris, the blonde
boy, lived too. At future monthly church dances in their city, Davenport, Iowa, I
would see them both and learn more about both boys. They became a big part of
my newly blossoming adolescent life and the romantic way I was feeling about boys,
but that is saved for chapter two of my story!
For Carol Brown's "My First Date" Contest
Another staff meeting,
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships out of matchsticks,
but here they exist zoologically
on the musky fumes of
their animal instincts.
I consider myself human
but at times my self-image slips
especially when i'm a cog in the machine
The actual boss is not here
yet his name floats in the air
as if powered by a constant
airconditioned camel fart.
Drone, drone, drone,
forced laughter.
Intimidation is in the air
it is as thick as hand soap.
The squeakiest wheel pipes up –
kill me now.
We are all expendable and know it.
Even the warthog
at the head of the table.
The warthog glares at me
while his forced grin smacks my face
like an oily rag.
I catch my reflection in a window,
I am turning into a bedside lamp.
Hours later, driving home, body drained;
bottom sore from extreme sitting,
a mad impossible dream.
I want to go back
and beat the warthog over his head
with my 60 watt brain
until he promises never, ever
to speak to me again.
OF WARS AND THINGS…
(A TRILOGY OF PEACE)
I
The whole world is a war and we are its
Victims; you and me…us;
Fading silhouettes of life, chasing tomorrow
In euphoric bliss…
Riding high on a giant white cloud:
A mushroom nourishing on pregnancies
Giving birth to new world war ghosts.
Living today has be indefinitely postponed;
The world has declared war on peace.
II
In psalms of dreams, webbed in the labyrinth
Time spins; praying to the fertility gods,
I stole a hole in space and planted a flower;
Mourning peace amidst
The empty shadows of wars never won.
III
They say flowers don’t grow here anymore:
Earth’s womb a victim of nuclear pus;
And her tissues of civilization lay rotting
From atomic infestation;
Military plagues mutating shells of humanity
Freaked out on self destruction.
As peace suffocates at the conference table,
God is denied a seat.