Long Machetes Poems

The forgotten god
 
Whose rage should burn hotter
than mine; melt the noon day sun,
dry up all thy rivers, scorch the earth, that
thy crops may burn to ashes before
thine eyes, and the heat from the
very earth...

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SAD Seasonally Affective Disorder

Some are prone to depression in winter when days get shorter when
less light enters the brain through the eyes and thoughts become darker

I am also affected and when news gets explosive when...

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In UK towns gangs raped girls for years
Drugged them, passed them around, laughed at their tears
Police blamed the victims, thought they were at fault
Also didn't want trouble, open up pandora's vault.

The kids were terrorized, sometimes...

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Although born in Scotland I have no memories of there as we left when I was two.
My first recollections are of Las Palmos in the Canaries.
I recall the donkey passing daily and being told he...

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I'm driving through such beauty, this lush rural countryside. I find it hard to believe that my 
career has taken me to here. Being where I am is so much different to the Highlands from...

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"What are they looking at?"  "the crack on the ground," whisper a silent voice from the airy throne; my heart kept spinning around, and the women in colored hats,  says it is a...

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The Obeah Woman

Heavy musty air reeks with the Obeah Woman’s pungent perfume, 
sweat, burnt incense, bitter roots, and swirling black smoke,
dim light from a waning moon streams into the shadowy room;
and mirrors crack as restless...

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I’m the donkey tied with ropes and 
being sodomised in front of the 
church tree,
While the choir chants praise to the 
god who bled, cried and died for all 
innocent creatures like me.

I’m the roasted...

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They are moving slowly around the curb
Penetrating the city that is  full of nerves
They are circling around the town with a
temper that has outgrown their raw emotions
 nerves meeting with nerves and nerves pinching
Nerves.Bad...

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A Time of Terror – The Rwandese Genocide

A screeching sound woke me from my sleep, I looked around in fear and trepidation 
Sensing a lurking gaze in the shadows, beyond the room I slept in
Sweat...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Goree Island
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


 I see the blood
of my ancestors 
that swell
 in the Atlantic ocean 
on 
Goree Island -

The unmerciful ill winds 
that fell 
over my people, 
in Senegal, 
on that 
horrific night, 
brought the European's, 
across the Atlantic, 
to our Village -

Everything...

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In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.

Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a...

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La Historia-101, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Imagine, I cannot
To feel their lost
Longing for the return home
Rejoicing behind closed doors
Criminal act
Propagate servitude with miserable pay
Runaway between breaths
Hunted 
Capture, captive
Criminal act
Rape once again, over again
White women turned the...

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3Fable5 
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Winter Survival 
 
CharlaxFabels 
 
In the Winter of 83 they used to tell me stories the snow was over the telephone 
lines and they rode horses there and walked them OVER...

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They have been wandering for decades
Journeying to the land that was promised by their forefathers
A land that would seal the faith of future generations.

They rove night and day guided by a single pillar of light
Looking...

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being treated for fructose spasms
during one of the last movies on Earth
after the great Enema of 2012
when the heaters were on high
the authorities were called in
but his claims were all backed up
by the logic of...

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ELECTRIFICATION   OF  UDELNAYA   MARKET



Thank goodness
New glass steel towers are cleaning up the mess
Of Udelnaya market.  Traffic was too fast  *
Street is pedestrianised and bypassed
Bright lights are lit ...

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We were five in the room,
Mama whispered her last prayer before bed,
the fan turned slowly, tired like the rest of us.
It was just another night
stars above, silence below.
Then the silence cracked open like a curse.

They...

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Thirty-one packs of chewing gum,
Clutter up my drawer,
And thirty-one times thereafter,
I forgot thirty-one times more,
And bought thirty-one times yet again
Seems somehow I found
Thirty-one more times,
I had thirty-one more such a yen... 

This went on for...

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THE CLOWN

The entire world loves a clown,
But wait until they get a load of me,
Is what the faceless figure under the mask
Says, heckling with laughter's haunting zeal.
After the lights of the midway fade, and the
Crowd's...

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Mark Scott-Crossley 
and Simon Mathebula
Tied up Nelson Chisale
and beat him with machetes

dumping him in
with white lions
Africa Learned 
to hate the Whites

Yet this is only
one white farmer
should we hate 
all the people 

for the act of...

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Why do we aim hot hate at each other
causing further cracks and craters in dried-up deserted skin,
when we could choose to heal and recreate
formerly fertile forested and grassland soils
to reform and rejuvenate subclimates of therapy?

ReCreating...

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I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping 
Hutus approaching my bed
My baby was no more. They ravaged me.  Left me alive...........
Could hear the battle getting nearer
All I...

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On the day after the war, I had organs and limbs to offer you. I’d give you hands for acknowledgment and legs for support. Build forts made of sweat and tears, letting the blood escape...

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THE PRICE OF BLOOD FOR A NEW NIGERIA

Fist outstretched towards the sky,
Flags lifted high to reveal my course.
Ask your mothers why your fathers died,
why their sisters and brothers levelled on the streets;
They'll recount how the...

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