Long Mara Poems
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Gham-e-Ishq Mein Haara Hua Panchhi
Main apnon ka maara hua panchhi
Raahay manzil ka pata aik shikari se pooch ke
Main aik naye pinjray mein phansaya hua panchhi
Meri hurmat ka imtihan hai, aur daanay hain kam
Main maalik ka sataya hua panchhi
Chaar din ki hai zindagi, teen guzar gaye pinjray mein
Main apni taqdeer ka rulaya hua panchhi
Chehchahane se main thaka nahi, lekin chup hoon
Zang alood salakhon mein chhupaya hua panchhi
Dhoop aur barish mein dekh leta hoon aksar
Main neend se bedaar karaya hua panchhi
Lagta hai umr poori ho gayi shayad
Main pinjray se bahar uraya hua panchhi
Thandi hawa aur burhapa mera
Main aik shaakh pe baitha murjhaya hua panchhi
Toofaan hai zyada, na ghar hai koi
Main doosray panchhiyon ka khaya hua panchhi
Ye bijli ki taar hai, oonchi mehfooz bhi
Main har maut mara maraya hua panchhi
In the waters of the Flood,
Flowerbeds softly turned to mud,
Rose riv’let fingers from the sea,
At first caressing seemed to be,
And flickering breezes, gentle still,
Coursed cool on sunlit stony hill.
Mara, wife of Simeon,
Seeing that the beach was gone,
In mixture of delight and fear,
To see the sea called children near,
Young Imma, Hanan, Joshua,
Gazed down amazed at what they saw.
In the waters of the Flood,
Unpaved pathways frothed to mud,
And rising winds blew waves at walls,
That frightened beasts within their stalls;
And frightened were the children too:
But Simeon’s heart no quivering knew.
“Father, can you save us from the storm?”
“Faith in God will keep us warm.
There’s a Father far above,
Who protects us with His love.”
In the waters of the Flood,
Rose the turgid waves of mud,
And as the failing sun sunk down,
The conquering night fell on the town,
In flashing light swept homes away,
The valley swallowed by the bay.
“Father, is it meant for us to die,
Grown and children, broken by the sky?”
“Though the world has gone insane
In the violent lashing rain,
Hold my hand, we shall remain.
Hold your faith and have no fear,
Though the waters grow so near.”
And he said, though less he knew,
“Hold my hand, no fear in you,
There’ll be mercy ere it’s through.”
The children took a comfort quite,
Their father’s strength in crashing night,
And the mother of them all
Clung most tightly to the small,
As she wept a missing doll.
In the waters of the Flood,
In malignant, violent mud,
Soon drowned in agony and terror,
In currents pulsing everywhere,
Friends floated by stout Simeon’s feet,
Their glassy stare in driving sleet.
“Evil have we to match this?
Let the Lord then have His bliss:
Sure, our lives He will not miss.
Die in courage, then, my son,
Hold me tightly, till it’s done.”
When the waters did recede,
‘Midst the piled aquatic weed,
By the thousand miles there spanned,
Stenching corpses cross the land,
Loved and killed by God’s soft hand.
In the waters of the Flood,
Died the living and their blood.
And the Lord, in viewing this,
Thought a rainbow not amiss.
The wages of sin is death, they say
Here, it is power without say
More sin, more power
We learn nothing, they earn everything
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
We have a shorter way,
Something from nothing,
Maybe through innovation,
Maybe through education,
Maybe through conservation,
Maybe just invention
Of great ideas like m-pesa,
Or create quick earn-schemes,
Lucrative and curative enough they appear,
Laugh to the bank then disappear,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Why spend hours thinking,
If you can think for us,
And thinking creatively,
Creates here in Kenya,
Like create a need and,
Make it a crisis,
Quail eggs,
Sugar,
Maize,
Open the boarders,
Kill Mumias
Kill Uasin Gishu
Laugh to the banks,
As levels of mercury rise,
Killing our organs,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
A commission of inquiry,
For a defunct commission of inquiry,
The spiral continues,
Life continues,
Life happens,
The gap widens,
The pain deepens,
A generation rises,
An uprising,
Chanting and singing,
Without fearing,
Not consulting,
Not insulting,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
But
Justice be our shield and defender
Practice that will root out every pretender
Deal and delete every blunder
And regain the glory of this wonder
The 'Pride of Africa'
From Maasai Mara to every place that matter
From the Big Five to the wild beast migration
Migration into integrity
Integration
Protection
Mitigation
Education
Conservation not observation
Constitution not dictation
Safeguarding not gate-keeping
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Expect and experience Kenya;
From freshness of lake Victoria
To the salinity of the Indian ocean;
The agility of the Kalenjin,
The enthusiasm of the Luhya,
The enterprising of the Kikuyu,
The hospitality of the Mijikenda,
The kindness of the Kamba,
The communal of the Somali,
The smiles of the Samburu,
The pride of the Luo,
The beauty of the Borana,
Beauty in diversity
Even in adversity
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Under the blankets scared
I was, listening to the shooting
awake for days, without closing my eyes.
Under the bed, under my feathers.
With no wings to be displayed,
With many sorrows in my chest,
under the bed I sleep with myself and a destroyed family somewhere in the grave.
Where nobody plays, but war games, and I keep playing to be hidden from the bullets not to reach my hideout to be found.
Wait for me in the morning,.
maybe I can have breakfast.
If I can't be there, perhaps you can search me hidden somewhere far from your dreamy life, where you play war games which in my reality I keep hidden from, under a bed or whatever I can.
Look for Mara one day, a 14 year old girl, a ballet dancer under a blanket, without bullets in my pocket, but a suitcase full of dreams
The Voice
Naming this voice in my head
Causes me to dig deep in a place
Where dreams slowly fade away, and hope has gone unfed
Frequent darkness and loneliness, I’m struggling in this chaotic space
Willfully traveling through this emotional state
I begin to realize, this may be my eternal fate
Allowing past failures control, my mind can’t carry this weight
Feels like I’m slowly falling, holding on by a strand
The mind plays certain tricks, hope you understand
Voice so intrusive, I know firsthand
Mara is your name, the one I’m trying to shed
You’re causing all these setbacks, these thoughts I must replace
With affirmations, my soul can relate
To joy of positivity, this voice now banned
August 7, 2021
Content: Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Ravana
Tea for her coffee for me
Just just my coffee is finishing
I soon my self
Forgetting my life my love
I think this is the day off dashara
Mara raam may be entered and kidnap
Her but how is he might have labour
To make a yoat or boat to enter
I have ten head
Upset for kidnap
Colour may fade
Kubkarna is sleeping
Dreses gets smell
My gold
Who is the enemy
My own blood cheat me rather
a monkey shown in his words that see mara raam
And his brother and my brother
Heart beat
Arrogant
Last head let's have a war
Woom woom I am here only playing with monkeys.
Mara raam have a cup of coffee with me....
No because your reels is round
Coffee with me
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Lovers’ Tale:
Death and Life are opposite sides of the wheel,
But do we truly know how they feel?
Separated from each other,
Couldn’t love a person any other.
Misunderstood by everyone,
Thought Death will bring down our sun,
We locked Death underground in hell,
And Life in skies as her heart fell.
The anger and hatred will never be forgotten,
For now, she is the Mara we made with our hearts rotten.
Oh! And Death, he was the angel from heaven, now Satan.
That is why the realm of men will never be a safe haven.
Men wrote Life as something to look up to,
And Death as something to look down upon.
But in these lovers’ perspective,
It is very fictive.
This is the fate they have accepted,
Of punishing those whose decisions had them corrupted.
Life is now believed as an endless cycle of Karma,
And Death is believed as an endless rest.
This is because the reality broke them,
And now reality is cruel just like our hearts.
Mara- Collateral damage
Hi, my name is Mara, I'm six years old, I have brown hair and brown eyes. People say I'm pretty like my mom, but, I don't know how that matters now.
My mom said she named me Mara because it means bitterness, my being born has only caused my family bitterness, as we are 4 children, in a war torn land. I am a girl and no one wants a girl, unless they are useful in some way.
My father escaped the war, and fled to America, he says to find us a better life. I don't understand how leaving us here would give us a better life! It's so dangerous here for woman, and even girls like me.
The only men we see are soldiers, or freedom fighters. My three brothers Ahmed 13, Sammir 12, Nicolo 11, went to get food at the market last week, they were looking for huma...humana....humani..tar i an relief. They were all killed when a bomb went off. I miss them a lot! No relief for me, I haven't eaten for a week.
I would love to go to school but all the schools are closed, most of the buildings are blown up, so I don't think I will go to school anyway.
My Mom left yesterday to play with the soldiers, she told me if you play with the soldiers they will give you food. I'm so hungry!!
Rat atat atat ata atatt knock knock knock open up, open up this door!!! Mom? I'm so glad your back! (opens door)
hey your not my mom!
Rat atat atat.
(Voice from behind) hey there's nobody here!! Let's go, lets go!
My name is Mara, I was 6 years old, now I'm dead. I guess I'm what they call collateral damage!
John Derek Hamilton
July 11,2017
First place premium contest winner
but who cares about a win really in this case.
And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I love U
And I love U
And I love U
I love U
And I
I love you
And I pray often, that you
Will choose me to be
Be your earthly King
For I’ll treat you like a Queen
God made you that for me
And I am grateful, so very grateful….
The way you smile, last a long while
And when you talk, you sound as a meadowlark
Far be it from me to judge one of God’s queens
I love the way you pray
And I love you when you sing
The humbleness, the worship
You’re an honor to the king
Na mimi
Na ninakupenda
Na mimi
Kukubali wewe
Na ninampenda U
Na ninampenda U
Na ninampenda U
nakupenda
Na mimi
nakupenda
Na ninaomba mara nyingi, kwamba wewe
Utaamua mimi kuwa
Kuwa Mfalme wako wa duniani
Kwa maana nitakufanyia kama Malkia
Mungu alikufanya wewe kwa ajili yangu
Na nina shukrani, hivyo ninashukuru sana ....
Namna unasisimua, mwisho wa muda mrefu
Na wakati unapozungumza, unasikia kama meadowlark
Mbali iwe kwangu kuhukumu mmoja wa viongozi wa Mungu
And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I
Pray for you each and everyday
And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I love U
And I love U
And I love U
I love U
Na mimi
Na ninakupenda
Na mimi
Kukubali wewe
Na mimi
Ombeni kwa kila siku
Na mimi
Na ninakupenda
Na mimi
Kukubali wewe
Na ninampenda U
Na ninampenda U
Na ninampenda U
nakupenda
And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I
Pray for you each and everyday
And I
And I love you
And I
Adore you
And I love U
And I love U
And I love U
I love U
12-7-18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Ninafungua moyo
Kuhatarishwa na sehemu
mhemko wangu hukimbia
Mungu naomba unitumie
O’ My God, My Lord please consume me
Ole nimevunjika na kupasuka
Roho yangu imechakaa
Ee Mungu, Bwana Wangu
Tafadhali tumia
O’ My God, My Lord please consume me
Tumia kwa upendo
Nitumie kwa rehema rehema
Nitumie ili labda nizaliwe mara ya pili
Nipe tumaini
Kurudia zote mbili
Dhambi zangu, uchaguzi wangu mbaya
Tafadhali Bwana Mungu
Nitumie
O’ My God, My Lord please consume me
Lord have mercy
Have mercy on my ravished soul
Lord have mercy
O' My Lord, My God please consume me
1/29/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021