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My father told me, "Dana:
In the kitchen is a banana
It's meant for your mother
Not for you, nor any other.
But I was a kid of ruthless ways
A throwback to hunter gatherer days
To those harsh days on the Savannah
When finding a banana was nirvana.
I snuck into the kitchen, I'm sorry to say
I munched the banana, my ethics gave way.
In hindsight there wasn't much hope
I had started down a slippery slope.
Years later I ran an outlaw clan
If you got in our way, you were a dead man
I'd sit there smoking a cheap Havana
Wearing a cowboy hat plus a bandana.
I got rich by taking other people's cash
Until one day an old man told me I was trash
I pulled out my gun, I was real mad
Then I froze; he was my dad.
"Son," he said, "you're plain no good
You took that banana, just because you could
It got worse from there, you slid down the slope
Hannah and I are at the end of our rope."
I thought he was right, I had strayed
So I made amends, a price I paid
Took my ill-gotten gains, gave to my mother Hannah
A lifetime's supply of Chiquita banana!
I went to a priest, confessed to all
Explained my repentance, told of my fall.
But the priest said I didn't understand
Too many past victims, across the land
For what profit it a woman named Hannah
If she gains every single banana
But loses her soul.
I had lost sight of the goal.
You stick to the right no matter how small
The only way to keep standing tall.
In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun
A brother’s love for his sister;
a brother's love ALWAYS protects you... a sister's love ALWAYS follows you
Must be in placed always;
It’s never tarnished, never blisters;
A brother must along with father;
ALWAYS…
Protect His,
Sister.
For God has loan her to him ( to you)
It’s a spiritual duty,
Cause sisters must keep;
Until she’s grown-up,
And a man sweeps her off her feet;
And always, always never let the sun go down;
Without saying I am SORRY;
Siblings together, spirit blood ties;
Loaned from God for a little while,
ALWAYS, ALWAYS.
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad...
Admonish, Protect and Love;
In sickness and fever blisters,
never ever dissed her,
she’s God daughter she-glisters,
Holy angels kissed her,
never shall you missed her,
Assist her, consider her feelings, never dismissed her,
Enlister,
Don't resist her,
be clear to her don’t be a tongue twister,
Do not hate her
Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS YOUR SISTER
Siblings together, spirit blood ties
Loaned from God for a little brief while
ALWAYS, ALWAYS,
Along with Father God, Mom and Or Dad
Admonish, Protect and Love;
Until Jesus or her husband comes…
You her brother are 5th in line to protect her
For God has said she is your part
Both you and her share a heart
Never dislike nor hate your sibling
Always protect and love your sister
Don't resist her,
Do not hate her
ALWAYS Embrace her
never unsister,
Love ALWAYS, ALWAYS LOVE YOUR SISTER
A dedicated verse to Brother and Sister Dilan and Savannah Sorensen
Dilan’s Verse
10/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
“ Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion. Jim Rohn “
Relentlessly I pace around the room,
like a caged lion, dreaming of vast forests,
yearning for savannah grasslands,
vaguely remembered.
I fret for I feel inadequate,
still, I yearn despite the drudgery of life.
My thirst for you is insatiable,
always increasing though deluded,
as if I'm living in some devastating desert
where no fertile oasis thrives.
How can I enforce discipline? I cannot do it.
Night deepens and I yearn for the day.
Lying in bed I wonder
how much of all this I can take.
At last, my wife's home,
reeking of foul-smelling cigarettes,
reeling with too much drink,
dress soiled with what I dare not think.
She smiles at me, I freeze revolted.
Her kiss is blistering
as I wipe her saliva off,
I help her reluctantly
to her dark solitary cot.
How easy my fire is quenched!
All sweet song is muted. I despair.
How many wearisome nights are appointed to me?
That we should exist
when life is just like a passing wind,
it comes and goes, extinguished forever.
Till then, she and I are but chained,
each to his own devious devices.
Will I ever see joy again?
I retire to my fitful sleep
and dare to dream.
Perhaps one day.....
Who knows?
The newborn dawn is nigh,
its first rays are fresh and bright.
Yet, despite reality and delusion,
I dare to dream.
Placed 1st
Mufasa smiled at his eager young cub
Simba was a prince, but this meant nothing
at this second in the love of the moment
What do you see? Mufasa asked his son.
Pinks and yellows, tans, flowers, a meadow, the savannah
What feels does it bring to you?
Simba took a deep breath and let it out slowly
I feel peace, he told his daddy, the king
Mufasa knew that his son would do well
for he was not corrupted in any way,
he did not thirst for power or majesty like Scar
You are my son, he told him, and it makes me proud
Simba took another deep sigh,
breathing in the love of the savannah,
with no worries or cares, thinking he would have his father forever
Old savannah, how old are you really
If the moss hanging from the trees
Could talk, it would tell it all
Trees that whispers and speak of
The battles that you’ve faced
Old savannah, how old are you really
With old street car rails
That’s still in place
If they could speak, they would
Tell you some awesome stories
Of its travels
Old savannah, how old are you really
The old statues that stands
In place speaks out
About the people who
Lived, died, and fought for Savannah
The museums can tell you
Stories with its pieces
Old savannah, how old are you really
The river even have a story behind it
Showing off its massive port
Slave ships had return for decades
Slave for held and sold for auction
Other events were held to so,
Old savannah, how old are you really
Pampered like a child, Lord, your grace
Abounds in my heart; and on my face,
Reverence for you beams with gratitude
Affording me with a humble attitude.
Demonstrating your eternal blessing
Imbuing in me a warm ethereal feeling
Soliciting solace and heavenly happiness
Eliminating my worldly woes and stress;
Come, when I walk through a dark valley
And flounder in shadows and back alley,
Light up my life with faith, love and hope
Lord, give me courage and strength to cope.
~Contest: A Brian strand August - Acrostic
~08/01/18
~Acrostic/Quatrain contest by Savannah Brown
Dar es salaam where I live means heaven of peace
But to me she has proved as well to be a haven of peace.
A peaceful place for any peace-loving person or race.
Atleast selfishly from here seem faraway all warring feuds all bloody massacres.
For here we simply catch sea and fresh water fishes
instead of getting caught up in goddamned skirmishes.
Oh and I live in a land of seven wonders and I stay in a mansion of seven windows
Each of them overlooking a different view
Guys, seven wonders to be exact
but be ready here for both fiction and fact
For I present to you these seven wonders of this land
as if I could view 'em' all from where I stand.
Ah and though I've settled down trying to be content with Tanzania.
A major part of me will always belong to my beloved India.
Well, well my first window has a view of Mount Kilimanjaro
the highest mountain in all of Africa
Rightfully named, the Roof of Africa.
The 2nd window overlooks
Lake Tanganyika
and fishermen with nets and hooks
in the 2nd deepest and longest lake in the whole wide world.
And from my third window can be seen
the famed, fabled and very pretty
Natural park known as Serengeti
Nature's celebrated celebrity.!
The 4rth window affords a view of the wide Ngorongoro Crater
Just as rich in wildlife
Throw some fish to the 'gator
even if it's such a ruthless predator.
The 5th one it overlooks
The great game reserve Mikumi by name
no less in fame
for a choicest variety of game.
As for the 6th window, from there you can see
Lake Victoria too
and I play peek-a-boo
with a marvelous maribou
and cheerily say 'karibu'
from the largest lake in all Africa.
The seventh, the last window gives me a view
of the dry lush gold-green sea of Savannah
Teeming with favorite flora and fauna
Here a rhino, there a hyena
and hee hee 'hear' that mynah
So now it's up to you to plan a trip, a Safari
to this land of precious Tanzanite, the land of the Maasai
.Aha, mind you only the mansion overlooking all that is fictional
and every other detail is soo real and factual.
It’s a beautiful landscape of Serengeti animal refuge,
Near a parched savannah with skeleton trees, lies a water hole,
You see a beautiful picture of animal kingdom paradise,
Elephants, zebras, Giraffes, birds, and blue wildebeests, all taking a sip.
With the sky overcast with roaming grey clouds,
The receding grass land looks yellow and dry,
Wildebeests crowd the waterhole, as elephants patiently wait their turn,
It’s the lesson for human kind, how to live with others in harmony.
Wildebeest migrate every rainy season to dry grass lands,
Crossing rivers and lakes, some of them die of drowning,
Some are eaten by crocodiles, some fell prey to tigers and lions,
Their tenacity of migration, gives us the spirit to survive in hard journeys of life.
Wildebeest knows how to share the resources wisely,
They let zebras eat the hard grass top, and they eat the soft part underneath,
They also migrate in numbers, never forgetting their friendly zebras,
Showing us that group effort with friends and family triumphs over solo journeys.
Africa; The Hidden Pride
The Tapestry of the Continent
It is not a single stone, nor a solitary crown,
Not a boundary on a map that holds a people down.
It is a collective tapestry, by countless hands designed,
Woven from the heavy threads of the history left behind.
A shared identity of strength, where deep resilience gleams,
Built upon a heritage of ancient, sacred dreams.
Out of the shadow of the past, the pillars start to rise,
As liberation’s heavy song echoes through the skies.
From Kwame’s voice and unified states on Africa’s proud day,
The chains of old colonialism gently slip away
Hear the heartbeat of the land in a thousand different tongues,
Where Igbo, Swahili and where Hausa, Yoruba rise from deep within the lungs.
Taste the comfort of the earth in akpu and ugali’s grace,
As rhythmic music fills the air and animates the space.
Yet the cradle does not linger only looking at the past,
The "Silicon Savannah" moves with innovations fast.
No traditional bank is needed when M-Pesa leads the way,
Rewriting how the global world does business day by day.
Beneath the great migration paths where wild wonders run,
Lie vast reserves of gold and iron catching the morning sun.
From fields of sport where long-distance champions claim the crown,
To Afrobeats and modern art that shake the global town.
Whether soaring through the clouds on wings of proud aviation,
Or rolling on the luxury rails across a dynamic nation,
It lives in textured coils of hair, in every flight and stride
A rising future, deep and vast: the true African Pride.
Onto the prize reposed on our daughters and sons
Has been tapped, harvested from field to field
The deposits has been returned as the full payment has been fulfilled