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Under the moonlight, the voices chant.
Young voices, and nearby, the old men rant
Over kegs of fresh palm wine and kola nuts
Spitting out proverbs and some, with coconuts.
The locust chirps purifies the atmosphere
Mingling with the scent of fresh brewed corn beer
For which my pals and I salivate while skipping
On the "Tabala" conscious, there was none for tasting.
The Village "ngong" beats it's music,
As the maidens shake their waists and tunic
Exciting the lads who gaped in ecstasy
Rubbing their hands in frenzy
Grandpa, in solemnity poured libation,
With proverbs, rumbled out incantation
While creating a link with our ancestors
Who sat side by side with our predecessors.
As the Moon weaned, we scampered homeward.
Accompanied by drums beating skyward,
Jostling lads, professing feelings with gifts of groundnuts
Many of them shy and without guts.
A score later,
With bowed head under the moon I sit.
The yard void of kids with just a seat,
Reminiscing the good all days
Now so altered in many ways.
The "ngong" shed lay besieged by dust
The drums reside in frost,
And while from afar, Don Moen does chant,
I realised our kids no longer play "tabala" and rant.
Such longing for the past brought into me, fear
while down, I let go a tear.
© Temajung Michael T.
The grass was high, as were the weeds,
But on TV so were race-car speeds
I watched the turns - watched the spins
(My driver added to his wins!) … so …
Wife cut the grass.
A screen-door hinge was all a-skew
Gosh-darned thing had rusted through
But winnin’ down at Bowl-A-Lot
Was somethin’ at which I had a shot … so …
Wife fixed the hinge
Went ice-fishin’ – in my NEW truck,
With my pals, Ted and Buck … but
Kitchen sinks’ pipes were froze …
But, they’d thaw-out I supposed … so …
Wife fixed the pipes
Amy Beth – my wife’s sis
Sure “fills-out” her bodice
So she and I took a drive
(Showed her how I “skin” dive!) … and …
Wife said nuthin’
When I came home from work today
Wife weren’t here – she’d gone away
Why she’s gone – I got no clue
Guess I spoiled ‘er through ‘n through
Lawyer’s gonna hurt me
Since it’s the beginning of a rather bleak week,
I’ve decided to play games like hide and go seek.
First I have to round up some willing boys and girls,
They are around the corner , some are wearing curls.
We all have to be careful when choosing our sides,
We need glad ones, and nice ones, and some with tough hides.
We need screamers, and yellers, and gigglers too.
It’s keen fun playing games with pals that can “woo hoo.”
I like jumpers, and thumpers, and clappers galore.
To get this game started, I’d best go out the door.
I’m pedaling up the street, an inviting bike ride.
My friends cannot find me if I hole up inside.
I’m a really big gal from Africa.
My legs are like pillars and a trunk and tusks I’ve got.
You’re safe with me; I don’t eat meat.
I hang out with my gal pals. We socialize a lot.
I focus my attention on the children of my group.
For about three years my own calf’s like a jewel.
We’re smart, and we have feelings, so why are we abused?
They kill my kind for ivory. Don’t you think that’s cruel?
About my trunk – it’s really a fantastic thing.
I suck up water with it; it’s a snorkel when I swim around.
My tusks I use when eating and for defense if I should fight.
My skin’s so thick retaining water it helps me to cool down.
I love that I can eat about three quarters of the day!
I use vibrations, touch and smell to communicate.
My memory is likely better than your human memory is,
yet we are being killed off fast. It’s sad because we’re so great!
Travelling the road to stardom
Following pathways to our dreams
My best buddy, guitar and I
Share hopes, visions, wishes and schemes.
We've written an awesome love song
Which eagerly waits to be heard
There's a special kind of magic
In both the music and the words.
We're on our way to Tennessee
Over sea, road and railway track
To Nashville City, here we come
Nothing will ever turn us back.
Poppa bought me my first guitar
When I was only just turned three
Ma and I really believe
Stardom is truly meant to be.
No pals could be any closer
Together we will always be
We're going to make the big time
Wait and see, then you will agree.
We're on our way to Tennessee
Over sea, road and railway track
To Nashville City, here we come
Nothing will ever turn us back.
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19th July 2020
A song of hope - Poetry contest
Sponsored by - John Hamilton
Written to the tune of - Chariots of Fire.
Thrilled with the placement - Thank you!
Just scrap metal in your bellow?
Is your pedal, mellowed old?
Poor old friend, you've lost your wheels
You dream in color, of rubber burning,...
where coughed exhaust, was left behind.
Now we're lost, two junk yard pals
Relics, that have rusted time.
Just a pile of dented fenders,
suspended… here, in desert sand.
Jammed and stacked, we'll make a pact
perhaps the two of us can make a dime.
A part of you, a part of me.....perhaps they'll make some artsy thing
Snap, crackle, hot and Popular Mechanic,
They should come and fix us up
Woe is you! You junk yard dog,
something smolders in your trunk!
Smells of socks, perhaps a skunk?
Once so dandy, someone's bug
Not so handy, you can't move.
How many horses, under that hood...?
I would push you if I could !
Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
I'd paint you blue, and paint you bright,
If I could, to set you right
New transmission, lubed and oiled
Anti freeze to make you sneeze
Honest Engine, we'll get our kicks,
I'll fix you up, and grab the stick
Headin' down Route 66........
Get off me blockhead......we are fixed !
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12/10/14 For The "East Jesus" contest: Image number 5
Sponsored by Roy Jergen
The bright lights of Paris have lost their sway.
The old ruins of Rome have crumbled away.
I’ve wandered through cities far and wide—
But, it's Venice where my heart yearns to abide.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance that drifts everywhere.
I stroll over bridges that arch over canals,
laughing with friends and lovely old pals.
Where lights flicker their secrets sighs,
shedding blues wide aside in wavering eyes.
I love the bustle of St. Mark’s square.
The swirl of crowds, so free from care,
jostling along winding narrow streets,
savoring all kinds of on-key treats.
Every night is ablaze in a carnival gaze
Cafes alive with music, in a candlelit haze.
The art and the culture in myriad displays,
enchanting the heart in so, so many ways.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance, that drifts everywhere.
At dawn, the locals are the first to arise,
gathering in bakeries under pale skies.
Sharing a coffee, warm croissant, and a chat
before drifting off to work, at this and that.
Ferries slip through the lightening hue,
whispering to rhythms we all once knew,
past the leaning palazzi in faded golden blue,
where time spins old tales in shadows all askew.
The living craft of blown Murano glass.
The art at a Venice Biennale's night class.
The iconic Venetian masks all on display
in the lovely culture woven into every day.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance that drifts everywhere.
Once upon a time there was a bear called Ted
He was very down and lounged all day in bed
His mum was concerned as Ted was so sad
He totally changed since he lost his dear dad
At one time Ted was the talk of the town
He was happy and jolly just like a clown
Then his dad got ill and passed away
Ted never left the house from that day
His mum was concerned and called in the doc
He said Ted’s not coping well with the shock
Ted needs to get out of bed and get in the sun
Then he’ll soon regain his sense of fun
The doc also thought it would be a good idea
If Ted’s friends could take him out for a ginger beer
Ted’s mum immediately gave his friends a ring
And straight into action these bears did spring
Ted went for a drink and he started to smile
He hadn’t been outdoors for such a long while
The change of scenery did Ted the world of good
Now he’s back having fun with his pals in the wood
Ted goes out with his good friends every day
His mum is relieved he goes outside to play
He laugh’s and jokes and plays tricks with his mates
And he’s now met a girl bear and they go out on dates
His friends are special and they’ve helped Ted the bear
Ted’s so very lucky to have such good friends who care
Contest – Once Upon a Time
Sponsored by Eve Roper
01~29~17
A day like this,over 2 decades,
My mom was in maternity shades,
Undergoing intense pains of labour,
She perservered it though sour,
A baby boy was atlast born,
Lamech,his name,Igweee a self-sworn,
Thanks a lot mama,the tiny lad is now grown.
Life has shaped me all along,
Though harsh I have learnt to belong,
Getting and lacking are all attributes,
The outcome shouldn’t breed disputes,
I have passed through real hell,
But thank God all will be well,
It’s a year added,Lord,lessen my plight.
The year hasn’t been good at all,
It started out bitter like gall,
I lost a fundamental pillar,
But God has been my healer,
Atleast I can afford a smile,
After a miserable thorny mile,
Thanks Chineke ooh,let your grace flow.
Its my birthday,yeah am growing,
I aint perfect,but still baking,
I may be that offending,
But soon I will be glowing,
Keep on moulding me,
When astray,correct me,
It’s a year added,a one full of maturity.
Thanks pals for being by me,
You’ve always done the best for me,
I promise to keep the bond stronger,
And the camaraderie lane longer,
It’s a year added on me,
But also a perfect continuous love from me,
Merci! Merci! merci!,am grown,yeah,wiser
PoetIgweee
Precious people, pals
Yearning for the open air
A breath of fresh enlightenment
Discovered in a group of friends
Getting together to share the moments
With a loving spirit of hope and promise
For happiness found within a crowd
Partiers, vibrant and loud
Opening hearts and shouting delight
Into the happy place
Where music is a part
And lights beam all around
Welcoming the noise that resounds
Echoing voices coloring the night
In enthusiasm and laughter
So much warmth to paint
Heavenly hues of inspiration
Discovered in the exhilaration
Of knowing this swarm of party pals
Will be honoring the moment
With dedicated prayers
For healing that comes
In the knowledge
That a party creates
Serenity in knowing
That this get together is one that
Speaks to the heart of hope
And flavors the spirit in blushes
Of crimson rays, sunny days and love
For those who share in this
Party promise of poetic peace
Party pals thrive on compassion
Felt when gathering together
With those who share kind musings
Hebrews 10:25 (KJV) - Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as you see the day approaching.
Party Folk Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
December 4, 2020