Long Kwanza Poems
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September gone, October here, November in our sights.
Fall magic floats all around in orange and brown highlights.
Prancing sunlight sprinkled on leaves of gold soon delights.
September gone, October here, November in our sights.
December now, January around the corner. Valentines next.
Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza, then frost and sleet, up to our necks.
Red and green, twinkle lights, evergreens covered with in snowy flecks.
Warming up with hot chocolate, cuddled close in plaid pajama checks.
March and April, spring delight, and May, the end of school by June two.
In twenty-four-hours we have forgotten every sort of rule
It is summer vacation, and we are ready to spread our wings and fly.
Toward the sun, fully enjoying every second of June and July.
August is so unique, she deserves a stanza of her very own,
For without her, we would not be able to write any kind of poem.
Teachers and schools, new backpacks, teachers, and potential friends.
August starts out so fresh and smart, but that rather quickly ends.
Every season is special in his or her own special glorious way.
Enjoy each one, for none of us know if we will have one more day.
But one thing is for sure, and you can set your clock by it.
With the right attitude and optimism, they can each be a riot.
Winter is like a refrigerator gone haywire
Which arrives on the heels
of an Abominable Snowman
The display blinking as ice crystals
Showing off her freezing prowess
Scaring the timid into calling in sick
Terrified of black ice or their insurance rates rising
When they slide into a semi on their way to work.
Winter is softened a bit by Kwanza, Hanukah and Christmas
But only a tiny bit, for we are still leery
of getting frostbitten toes
if we get locked out
and we are scared to death there might not be a Santa Claus
or that we were bad enough to get only coal this year.
Winter makes me smile
as her ice cubes drop with loud angry cracking sounds
as we scrape off our windshields.
We started a move,
With Mwalimu Julius,
The move to paradise,
a promised land,
Full of wine and vineyard.
We declared Arusha,
As symbol of movement,
Unifying poor and richer,
To live as one forever,
And build the nation together.
Challenges started,
When some dislike the policy,
Socialism is an attitude of mind!
They wanted free market,
To exploit their fellow brethren,
They sabotaged and plundered,
Public Industries and companies,
As the preparation towards drunken walk.
We are drunken, yes we are!
Moving two steps forward and three back,
Spurting tobacco on left,
But covering the land on right,
And this is our move,
A move towards development.
We are fifty three years old,
As the old man with white hairs,
But lacks wisdom by talking the same thing,
Kilimo on morning day and night,
As the backbone of the economy,
And now with amplified sound,
Named kilimo kwanza,
To bring about development,
And changes peoples life,
That we previously failed,
But this is our song,
A song of the digital world.
Listen comrades,
I also agree,
And let us resume our failure,
For we dare again fail,
In a country like ours,
Where policy is importation,
Of everything except soldiers
What movement do we speak?
Or movement towards primitive!
19/02/2014
Just another holiday coming round in the season
as the weather changes warm to cold.
A chill upon the body cooling the spirits
to tepid memories long passed.
Thanksgiving full of laughter
gatherings of family and old friends
at the table in prayer and gratitude.
Grateful to be here, saddened at the absence
who once filled our lives and chairs.
Christmas just around the bend
with lists down to the floor
not filled with need, just wanting more.
A multitude of lights, blinking and still
colors dancing on the wires galore
decorative memories well stored.
Here it comes once again the lighting of the trees
wrappings and endless tags present unseen.
Magic in the air, carols played continuously everywhere
hustle, bustle crowds everywhere hurrying with care.
Children good and well behaved, dreaming of all they crave
waiting less patient in untempered anticipation of the day.
Just another holiday, no, not quite
this one filled with wild-eyed delight.
So, happy holidays, good wishes to all
may it set your spirits free on Hanukah, Kwanza or Christmas
whatever day that encourages you to believe
may it bring you the love and peace God sends you on this day.
My room is a mess - it's an archaeological record of boredom.
Christmas, Christmas, come on Christmas.
It's 4 days 'til Christmas. Why don't I go to my room and do NOTHING??
The clock ticking sounds like a large horse clomping over cobble stones.
Last year there were wall-to-wall parties - so many that you had to carry a change of clothes with you.
In 2020 there's nothing to do - but I don't have to tell YOU (my reader). Except for the whole school thing. Nothing to do but study. I read, on that webber-net thing that 38% of students are failing.
Because of the pandemic - oh, not that virus monster - the boredom pandemic - the London-tower-lonely state of slow-motion distress that’s invisibly gripped us all.
Can we hold on people? The hard-won, delicious truth is that there’s hope. Vaccines - a bunch of 'em. Is it possible to let worries go this season and simply treasure our lives?
Just this month we have or had Hanukah, Kwanza, Festivus.
Hopefully, you made wild, monkey-love on December 14th - that was "International Monkey Day" - I couldn't join you - of course - but I'm just sayin. =]
Look it up - almost every day is some kind of celebration or invent your own - if Ice Cream Day, Lemon Cupcake Day, Go Caroling Day or Crossword Puzzle Day don't do it for ya.
The important gifts, this year, are fun, attention and love.
Swahili verse
We, bwana
Kaw kweli
Kwa kweli
Hebu ngoma yaani HIM
Kwa kweli
Kwa keeli
Kuja juu sasa
Hebu kuimba, sifa
Kuimba kwa sauti nyimbo na
Sauti kwa mfalme
Mkuu mimi ni
Baba, Mungo wa Baba
Njoo sasa, njoo sasa
Hebu kuabudu kwanza hapa duniani
Silaha na mikono aliinua juu kuelekea mbingu
Hebu kuabudu, hebu ibada
Kuja juu, kuja juu;
Pazeni sauti senu sauti
Haraka, haraka
kuja juu sasa Hebu sifa HIM
Kila mtu, mawanamke kijana msichana;
Haraka, haraka
Na Hebu msifuni Bwana;
kuja juu, kuja kuu, kuja juu sasa
Mimi N Mungu na Yesu
Na wengine wa waumini
Kuja, tunakwenda kumsifu hivyo
Kila mtu kuimba/kaw furaha
Kila mtu ngoma/kwa furaha
Lila mtu kuinua mikono hiyo na
kusifu jina lake/jina lake, jjina la Bwana
Kwa kweli
English verse
Hey, man, Come on, Come on
Let's dance wit HIm
Come on, come on, come on
Now, Let's sing praises
Sing aloud songs and sounds for the king
The great I AM, Father, Daddy God
Come on, come on, come on
Come on
Let's worship, let us worship
Come one and all, come on, come on
Lift up your voices, voices
Come on, come on won't ya come
Come on , come on
Lift up your voices, voices;
Come on , Come on com on now let's praise HIM
Praise the Lord;
In God and Jesus
And the rest of the believers
Come on, come on we're gonna praise HIM so
Everybody sing/for joy
Everybody dance/for joy
Everybody lift those hands and praise His name;/His name the name of the Lord
Come On
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2017
07/31/2017
from "Swahili Praise" anthology