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2010 initiative N H S decide programme we see
On halving stillbiths; and injury, quite sensible it
Appears to me ' yet now 2023 has come to be
Its being shelved, what could we see? There must
Be a reason (just what might that be?) Some type
Of connection umbilically, of 2010 and 2023 ?
I wonder if to put it simply; there is so much better
Just come to be.? That theres a humbleness to avoid
The publicity? that such results and records would
Engender if seen specially experts (who would be keen)
To build on any progress, that whould improve the scene
Of natal care, what woult that mean? There must be a
Trail of better results? Over more than a decade so
Whats the shout.? I can't see why its been sidlined? as if
Its inception and work was almost, a heineous crime.!
I went a little crazy tonight,
a little over the edge.
Reading the natal
chart prepared for me
by an astrologist in Poetry
class and it all rang too true,
the good
and the bad
was hard to take
sitting there so alone
without you
without anyone
I began to cry
but not for your return
or theirs,
another path draws me now
and good
or bad
I'll have to see
it through until the bitter end
or until it no longer matters,
until my mother's
creeping, bulging, bursting
tumors take over the body
the breast I nursed
the cancer I imbibed
my own breast barely saved.
What is our goal? the surgeon
said, and I said
Save the breast
and we did.
Now I'm in college,
at my age can you imagine
and I surely have some reading
to do and this higher
education is almost too much
sometimes but I love
it and hate that
I failed to pay attention
for several months and now
no one moves around in my
space except me and
I must have driven away
everyone and thing
has left me now but
I do enjoy my solitude
though not quite enough sometimes.
The crowd bows,murmuring praises,I wear their borrowed wreath,
Ink still wet in their trembling tongues that seek to canonize passion,
They crown my silence,yet my words outlive their marble-
laurel blazes like Gin!Gin!I Love You.(1)
Call me Fear Fokol,(2) oligarchies crumble under verse,
Maspalas (3) fade into dust while marimbas (4) endure,
They misquote me all the time,vorstaan vokol, dololo (5)
Still I forgive them
I did not write for cabinets,but for fevered hearts,
For the silenced whistleblower humming my forbidden name-
My Laurel burns bright like White City Jabavu (6)
Explanation of click sounds of my home village:
1. Gin!Gin!I love You!-This is the safest way for friends visiting to pronounce uMgungundlovu District Municipality in KwaZulu-Natal Province,South Africa. For God's sake leave the pronouncing alone if you're tipsy and you're walking on a slippery road.
2. Fear Fokol: means Fear Nothing and is what the honorable ministers like to call themselves when they intimidate each in their sardine rush to see who can loot from the public purse in record time,as soon as they are appointed to positions of power.
3. Maspalas: Municipality/Municipalities in disguise but in reality crime scenes of assassinations,etc,etc
4. Marimbas: Musical instrument you want played day when you marry or go on a hot date.
5. vorstaan-understand/comprehend
vokol-nothing
dololo-like previous.But ask the Nigerians/West Africans
6. White City,Jabavu-There' an ongoing beef between me and W C J if explain now that exposes my location to my ex and somebody will lose big time.
Context,
Boer War , South Africa
The Battle for Spion Kop
Slag van Spioenkop
Ladysmith , Natal
23 January 1900
British forces under the command
Sir Redvers Buller
Dug in to take the higher ground
on Spion Kop
In order to engage the Boer army
encircling below
Lead by General Louis Botha
The rest is written down in history, folklore and infamy
And a famous football club's stand named after it
Dedicated to it's fallen
2nd Battalion Lancashire Fusseliers
243 Dead
1250 Casualties
I write this only because,
i myself visited this hilltop graveyard paid homage and knelt before it's unkept memorial upon it
And instead of feeling what i thought
i should be the travesty, horror and
utter futility of war
And whilst leaving took 1 final glance over my shoulder at the vista and panorama only to be over come by the sheer unadulterated serenity and beauty
And i left perversely thinking what a beautiful place to die
Death has a hell of a lot to live up too
Enveloped in primitive mystery,
Its natal hour only God knows,
Withholding much of its rich history,
Beneath ceaseless caws of winged crows.
Primeval home of diversified plants,
Laced with Spanish moss-covered trees,
Ancient stage of ecstatic cosmic dance,
With the finesse of flying trapeze.
Wildlife sounds echo off nocturnal sky,
Reptilian and mammal zoo,
Fowl in choreographed formation fly,
Seasons clothed in glorious hue.
A Carolina Bay, marvelous sight,
Elliptical dent in the ground,
Cradle of flora and fauna delight,
Terra firma’s majestic crown.
Where the mighty wind blows aloof of time,
Shaking thousands of swaying trees,
Their foliage writing syllabic rhyme,
Composing a grand symphony.
O happy day! Grant his desires fulfilment
And let his days be long,
His happiness be prolong
To lengthen his heart's joy
And achievements his convoy
For all dreams to live are so
Such that are bequeath in soul
Those older eyes are happy now, with memories delight
Your carefree fun
Should get you to run
Not let you keep it calm
Like the flow of psalm
Congratulations on your birthday
Hope you have gladly done it your own way
I have always wonder if humankind still got its finer voice
To mask the unbearable ignorance set on all race
Getting to know more of thy personality; your acts choice
I would rather say "you have set a line of embrace"
Man of man, swinging up and down
Friends to all, lost the flow yet never frown
O happy day! Please claim Ogunkanmi Olamide wishes aright
Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá cares...
A TOUR IN BRAZIL
Who has never seen,
when sees it passes
amazed.. how is it
big this Sampa...
At night feeling cold,
I missed the
Rio heat, city
Wonderful...
who came from behind
or climbed its hills,
you know it's clear
in Belzonte.
forget you stayed
babe lower
or was it up there at the
banks of the Guaíba...
Or was it actually in the
Duck's lake,
is fact that it was
very nice there in Porto Alegre...
Ah! travel, travel...really
no money or bankroll,
and know Recife and
its bridges...reefs
so much water... so much
beauty, they call it Venice...
Closer close lives
a buen people... there
I live too... it's João Pessoa there,
city that is so advanced that
wishes to leave Brazil...after all
is our most eastern point...
Not far away is Natal
and its three wise men...
who got lost on the way
from Jerusalem...Christmas date
maxim of christianity...
Before I went through the north,
I knew and saw strangers
otherworldly phenomena there
in Belém do Pará, city
founded by one of mine
ancestor Francisco...
I made a lot of money there
betting on the regular rain
that falls every afternoon
over there...
I returned to Ceará because
I'm afraid Ceará had gone...
Since they ask to visit
the State before it finale..
I saw a beach that doesn't
finds in the present,
is in the future.."Beach of the
future", I saw Iracema, a
beauty there in Fortaleza...ah!
when I pass by there, I found
Fernanda Xerez, Dora and Aureny...
Unbelievable...
well taking a tour is so
easy and subtle...take the map
close your eyes and travel
for Brazil...!
Ps. THERE ARE many prosper NAMEs of states, cities AND persons
A
Big, Beautiful Birthday
Card is
Delivered
Especially
For you,
Great Mother Dear of Mine!
‘Hope
I send so much
Joy in your life.
Kisses to you are given with my
Loving thoughts and prayers,
May you have a
Never-ending strength from God to
Overcome trials and face life’s challenges.
Presents from me to you --so special
Quickly, I send them all. Here they are!
Red roses along with my
Sweetest birthday cake,
Today, I now sing you a natal serenade.
Undulating voice in the accompaniment of
Violin, (recorded)
Wishes are deeply from my heart, Oh mother dear!
Xylophone you bought in my childhood years
You will hear me again plays, “My Mother, My Queen”
Zappy Birthday Party now, to you I bring.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
( I love you so much mom! Thank you so much for my life and everything! May you live long my mother, my queen)
July 18, 2015 11.50 pm
Eleventh Place
Contest: Abecedarian
Judged: 7/23/2015
Sponsor: Poet Shadow Hamilton
Like waves soft brushing a gentle incline of beach
distilled nectars, released, sweep;
drop by drop the precious oil soothes,
aromatherapy for a weary mind.
You smile at me from glassed frames,
my passing reflection layered on your forms,
infant images of coaxed first smiles;
within my aging body, the mirror of my womb -
memory’s natal nursery -
holds soft folded impressions of your true first smiles, first tears.
Before the world could see, I held these memories.
I drink this purest vintage
from the fragile goblet of my mind,
recalling my friend whose children were stolen,
taken away from her memory by Alzheimer’s.
© September 15, 2015
Start
This day returns again, my natal day
Memories of the past come alive
Thoughts go to all who have passed away
My parents who helped me arrive
My family is home to rejoice
It’s also a day to be forlorn
Though my birth was not my choice
Can’t foresee the end of my earthly sojourn
Today I set my dreams free to fly
To the haven of joy in a distant land
Where there’s no strife, no mothers cry
Everyone follows God’s command
Where the feeling of hatred is unknown
Denizens share love and coexist
Where there is no killing for the throne
No violence and use of the fist
In this land I wish to be born
To share my happiness with all
My life shouldn’t be a bed of thorn
With no friend to answer my call
End