Long Monrovia Poems

By Cherbo Geeplay

You woke me up when I was dead,
teaching the night stars wantonly 
to obey the Atlantic; then slashed
my arteries in flight to Lake Piso, 
humbling its boundaries, before 
fusing them calmly to a...

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(for: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing...

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(For: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing...

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                  The genie is on the loose
           ...

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Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming
In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa.
And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming 
In the flower pots of Kigali’s sorrowful genocide cites.

The smoke of dead...

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By Cherbo Geeplay

It rains so much in Monrovia that a
day is like the bloated dough on a 
grey earthly May, washing over October. 
My love, the sun, hides in her bright den
refusing to be seen....

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Someday, today will be the stranger whose children's 
gifts are sold on black markets more than smartphones, 
but this is just like the chance of seeing wolves using
bone-sharpened teeth for the betterment of Monrovia. 
This...

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IS DEATH AN IGBO MAN?
Quietus: ‘Nna Grave, this is Quietus 
from Vaults and Sons International.
My containers don arrive?’

Grave: ‘Yes Oga Quietus. From:
—Cairo—Syria—Boston—Kangan—
—Somalia—Monrovia—Sudan—
—Iraq—Afghanistan—Pakistan—Congo— 
—Russia—Yemen—Israel—
—Ivory Coast—Rhodesia—Burkina;  
but some of the goods (carrion)
were mutilated, 
and left for...

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Yesterday
Somewhere in Monrovia 
Shining stars dropped off the skies
They wore a beaming smile 
Brandishing their pockets and lifestyles 

Somewhere in Monrovia 
A container was sexually abused
Darkness crawled through her eyes
And her legs were thrown apart...

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I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel 
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath 
but for a whispered wake
running from its bow.
Something this big
should have made...

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One day the moon is another place, a mid flotsam 
     nightmare of titanic is another passion of a haunting 
  ho?. 
  When I imagine something it worries...

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Blue Dress

The dolphins of Monrovia, 
came to dinner one day. 
The dress, 
all blue...
you understand. 

It was held beneath the sea, 
not under a tree, 
silly bee, 
but there was a band. 

It played all...

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Here we are again 
Losing our loved ones 
It's raining harshly in our city 
COVID -19 ruining our homes 
And tears rolling off the window pane  

Silent screams!  
Different voices playing in our...

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Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of     
               ...

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Like the Snake Desert, the Alagoas, or Mailu Suu
Monrovia, Mount Sinabung, or the Skeleton Coast
A perilous place where, in a crisis, there's no rescue
Is it written that I should go there and live like a...

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March middles and meanders
while munching on mild marigolds and
meekly mumbling melancholy meanings
about the miserable maladies of
migraines from mostly grasses and pollens.

Meanwhile, mealy mouthed moguls
make monotone messages about 
monopolies while meandering
around the metropolis, moving
morosely like mundane...

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Anywhere but Segovia, I don't want to vacation there,
what do you think about Madrid, at least that city has some flair?
Pick someplace charming and quaint...anywhere but Segovia, 
last time it was pissing rain, it's nicer...

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