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Who Am I What Am I

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
Form: Narrative


when we are Invisible

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

Aesthetic Fireworks In a Soiree

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)

Premium Member The Mighty Eye In a Brief Eclipse of Time - Part 2

 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:

Premium Member Fool, Not King

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

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

Premium Member Now I See

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:

Premium Member A Soup Opera: As the Nose Grows

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
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member there be sum stilted en'hear

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                                         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  ')>

Premium Member Seeking Redemption Beyond the Horizon

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
Form: Rhyme

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