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WHO AM I WHAT AM I
Who am i, what am i, whats my place
Who is my GOD am i important
does being black mean am inferior...
am i any less a mortal..
does being black determine
whats between my ears..
your Gods today i have begotten you..
What was David yapping.... about am black
Do i need pity because am from Africa...
NO.. I have pride and self worth
The west doesn't define me..
There is no other place id rather be born..
Kenya the LAND of splendor and mysteries
OH I wish you would see kerenyaga
the mountain of spender and mysteries
Dedicated to NGAI MURUNGU the supreme
creator..Land of freedom fighters
field marshal and general.. kimathi.
general mwariama are my heroes
real life heroes not superman
Kenyatta, Nyerere Nkuruma.. the pan African dream
then hit the economic hit man and i was brought to-
my dreams..western corporations have patent even..
kikuyu Grass now belonging to them...
the kikoy my grandfather wore now its their patent
our minerals and diamond the Cary from Congo
then pay merceneries to keep the war alive..
Their media propagating a dark continent
without hope..where people are diseased
with a distended stomach... selling death ****
To are people deluded that they are superior..
their leader a son of our soil...
www . ya mumbi . com a resource for us
you are welcome to learn the way of my GOD
And our splendid culture and yes you will
see the mountain i used to see as i walked
to first grade without shoes..no that we couldn't
afford but my neighbor... couldn't and am sensitive
to less fortunate...
A black but am also human
i have value systems and
i have wealth above all am fair
Africa kills her sun...
a good poet once said
Africa Renaissance...
lewis k nyaga.
kenya..ww w.yam umbi. com
when we are invisible we sit in silence
in a mouldy fish moth garage
ash brick cement crumbles slow
wondering if we should eat our fingers
while they gorge on decadence
wrapped in celebration glitz
when fast they did not
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible we listen to
falsetto laughter ripple table laden
gossip ~ a bouquet lies thirsty
rose petals leaking slow tears whilst
ash brick cement crumbles slow
recreated memories exaggerated
fly across congested kitchen space
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible we walk
beach sand where friends picnic
they see us not though smiling
we cross their chequered blanket
to join in cheese merriment raucous
ash brick cement crumbles slow
our frequency can only bypass
obesity complaining about
sandy sandwiches tomatoed
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible dark or light
matters not, neither gunpowder
or champagne allures, hunger
and satiation is not an experience
invisibility not a cloak or mask
maybe point on translucent ouroboros
assessing other points just for the
hell of it ~ in all seriousness God
laughs either way because
invisibility and materiality is a single
coin in His-Her cosmic peg bag
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
ash brick cement crumbles s l o W
s l o w …ly
a new Gaia is birthing
quietly______slOw ly
Sparks of golden quarks
Amazing particles of heart
Pyrotechnic shower
Too fine
Almost from cloud nine
Rise from the articulation-flood
In the fulfilled flow of fascinated blood
As effusive praise in Aha and Wows
The moment a poet finished an Urdu shayari in a mood of sunset
Like in the couplet:
“If someone were to listen, one thing I will opine
Love is not a crime forsooth it is grace divine”
in a poetry soiree
in a gleaming evening
I can see in the frame of my mind’s eye
Those soul-sparkles in a diamond glow
With jaws distended in a gape
In a variety of shape
Beautifully blowing up
By the chorus of wows, and wah wah
In the wake of delivery of the rhythmic couplets and quatrains
Fine grains of pain
Pomegranates in pleasure
In poetry or shayari
Also called “Sher”
And then the sparklers from the listeners taking illuminated seats
On the trees in the garden
Looking resplendent with those fireworks of satisfaction
Grand vocal pyrotechnics of the artistic colors inside our soul
Our whole world now at the goals of releasing
The ingrained heat and light
Into softly loud appreciation and approval from the aroused assembly
Of pink interest
An aesthetic quest
in the bird-like flying of the eloquent firework
The sophisticated atomizer of stirring pyro-spark
A soul-stirring recital followed by the sparks of applause
From the embers of the latter arise another shayari
On goes the reciprocation
Of passionate oral fireworks of elation
Quarks in the pulse
Shower of polished spark
In sublimation of our basic dark
____________________________________________________________
June 5, 2016
For: Fireworks for Me – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Note: 1) Shayari is a musical form of Urdu poetry… - Wikipedia 2) Wah - Used typically to express admiration -Oxford Dictionaries ( Internet)
Continued from Part 1
The trees, they hang in time and space around me –
trees, which in time before had swayed,
so gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees, which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald tinted leaves,
trees, which in time before had reached to space above
with twisted tangled fingers,
grasping fingers,
fingers drenched with golden tears
shed by the Mighty Eye.
The trees, they hang in space and time,
benumbed and frozen motionless around me
chilled with rooted premonitions of the void,
their branches clutching darkness
and their leaves foreboding doom.
The muted winds begin to whisper tales
of many frightened things,
which, with mournful apprehension
have hunkered down behind the haze
and ceased their joyful play.
And all the while dank shadows gaily dance
a dismal dance,
for their time is soon to come.
The fitful shore lies suddenly still.
Unfeeling stones and hollow shells,
are paused a little,
stalled,
and dropped haphazardly,
midst their mindless random journey,
now abandoned by the sea,
for fickle waves have slipped away
to greet a falling prey.
And as the Mighty Eye droops lower,
laminated molten lips
are pursed and pucker higher,
sucking in the sky.
Within a trice the Mighty Eye
submits and squints, distended red,
perhaps tormented by fantastic thoughts
of imminent demise,
or else of being lashed beneath a lid
of distant faithless waves.
And as her dying flash dissolves,
two lurid lips arise,
three lusty lips -
a thousand parted limpid lips
which asudden,
though with little haste,
consume the Mighty Eye.
EPILOGUE
The trees are now but lurking shades
amongst the murky shadows.
Relentless fog slips slowly by -
her floating tongues drip silence
as they slink like snakes in stealth nearby.
The lacerated faithless lips have once again returned
to kiss the vacant vapid shores
in a brief eclipse of time.
END
Form:
Ha! Please take down
The eyesore
You've mounted atop your head.
You wonder why
It feels much too heavy.
Here's the unvarnished truth.
Because, well, because
One cannot be
A fool
And a king
Simultaneously
Your counterfeit diadems
Hold no weight, or value.
They wouldn't shine beneath
A plethora of suns.
Spare yourself
The world's ridicule.
To rule an empire
Unchallenged,
To someday sit
On a throne, wearing
The real McCoy
To travel so much as
Halfway
The long glory road
To acquire the royal appellation
And prestige you covet,
For starters, deep-six
Your distended ego
And delusions of grandeur
Date written: 04/24/2022
DO YOU SEE?
Did you see the picture of the swollen-bellied child,
Beset with flies nobody had the strength to brush away?
Did you see his mother, as weak as he is,
Whose one remaining hope is that he dies first;
Not to be left to die alone?
Have you seen the water hole,
Shared by incontinent wild-life,
Where they are forced to drink each day?
Who cares?
The aid worker cares,
Risking health and sanity
Trying to stem the tide of human suffering
While supplies dwindle.
Did you see the pictures of the latest fighter plane?
One hundred million pounds a time.
The government’s ordered eight
Eight hundred million pounds available it seems,
To kill people
What price saving some?
Who cares?
The child doesn’t react to the sonic boom above
Only the flies panic and briefly leave him
Did you see those pictures of the other side of Mars?
Have you seen the budget for man’s never ending quest
To understand the galaxy and the origin of stars.
Who cares about the origin of stars?
The child with distended belly and flies on his eyes,
Will not see the other side of tonight.
Who cares what’s on the other side of Mars?
Who cares?
11th February 2020
Does Anyone Care? contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
I turned off the TV
It was just too hard
I couldn't look
Into those tortured eyes
Children
Little children
Surrounded by flies
So weak
Stomaches distended
It hurt to see them cry
I went to bed
It was time to sleep
Comfortable and warm
I counted sheep
Drifting off to a slumber deep
When I awoke
I was on a dirty floor
My body was freezing
I was chilled to the core
Not in a comfy bed anymore
In a room
I didn't recognize
Yet somehow I knew it was home
Me here hungry and all alone
No one to help or pick up a phone
With frail hands
My fingers trace
Cracked lips
An anguished face
I scream out in pain
Yet no one hears
No mom or dad
To wipe these tears
A living nightmare
Beyond my control
The life I imagined someone stole
So now my days are filled with shame
The other me he has no name
If I could go back I wouldn't be the same
I know
I know
I'm part to blame
Do you see me
On your TV
Can you look into my tortured eyes
This body surrounded by filth and flies
You can help don't you realize
Please
I beg you
Don't turn off your TV
I hope I hope
That you can see
I am you and you are me
Inspired by Eileen Ghali's "I am a child" poem
Form:
Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood
No matter how they try, they cannot be good
Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows
by the length of snouts; each has a distended nose
They bray like donkeys in the Disney movie
Arrogantly thinking they're impressively groovy
They will never be able to become a real girl and boy
unless they stop lying and end to their cunning ploy
Geppetto, why'd you give these imps a tongue
Their lies are far fetched and their tales far flung
How they love to fabricate fibs and wickedly conspire
Perhaps that wood would be put to better use in a bonfire
. graphically
mind dear
y'all
fellowz
for uv
out
thuh nymph's raiment
fond
hern
distended sheathez
pink
expose
thuh
rest on'uh
iz
need tuh no
basez
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*bases; spell'd with the
astute think...(at a cafeteria
in philly today... yuh can't
make this up ')>
Seeking Redemption Beyond The Horizon
While my mind ventures to unravel the origins of human enmities
Craves to stumble upon a most sagacious and diplomatic solution,
We journey on even when decency is absent without good reason.
Vestiges of a dream imbedded in pages shred to miniscule pieces.
Where did the promises that we had sworn to and to abide by go?
Were eyes blinded by a debris of perverted lies creating paranoia?
Transgressions orchestrated for their politically motivated agenda,
Enact crimes against humanity inflating an already distended ego.
There is no end in sight only the sanctimonious blather of the vile
Or those egregious behavior of autocrats and anarchists seditious.
We must beg the Spirit of Justice to lead and champion our cause,
Liberating hearts from dank dungeons where love remain in exile.
Time is of the essence to end disparities for polarity still envelops,
Like the devil's claw suppressing every gasp of humanity's breath.
The indistinct laughter, a dire warning, heralds an ominous threat,
No escape route or fence to climb, just a row of hangman's ropes.
Optimism's visions blindfolded, subjugated by menacing shadows,
Yet slivers of ethereal light penetrates impregnable walls of doom.
Opportunity transcends hardship driving back the insidious gloom,
It is within our grasp to ignite joy and douse the flame of sorrows!
Penned: 02/10/2023
2:41 p.m.
Las Vegas
Nevada