I speak against those who are manipulating weather
Patterns, for ill purpose especially' this is the preserve of God alone.' I speak
Confusion to such individually, may they be shunned
To live misrably, and die alone.)
Mau Lau
An erupting volcano
throwing out volcanic bombs
boulders larger than elephants
Mau Lau
the reason we do not build
schools, churches, homes or stores
at the base of a volcano
Fé e Modos
Em tudo, Fé
Esperança e Modos:
nunca basta a substância,
é necessária também
a circunstância.
Acredite, é cuidar
dos modos a diferença
entre chegar e deixar
de chegar, pois,
o mau jeito estraga tudo,
inclusive o
milagroso.
Bons modos
repara tudo:
abranda
uma negação,
adoça
a verdade e a
té faz a velhice
parecer bonita.
Fale e comporte-se
bem, e promoverá seu
sucesso, além de
ficar fácil, com menos
fazer mais e mais.
When Rico said, Thirty days will go by
and I’ll be forgotten after I die
I knew what I had to do
I’ll make a book for you
At least the cover will catch your eye
I decided to do this in case he croaks
It's a chapbook with his incredible jokes
Double-entendres filled with sex
At Kinko's-AKA-Fed-Ex
Obsessed with Vladimir's power, a hoax
Thousands of words it cost me some chen
Kinko’s gets it—they always have been
Lucky for Rico Leffanta
I have chosen the right fonta
At my source where they make things happen
Mana'o wau e ola mau 'oe
translation: I hope you live forever!
M-y
A-crostic
U-ses
R-ight
E-xpression's
N-atal
M-eaning
A-nd
U-nderstanding
Topic: Birthday of Mauren Mau (January 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Call him Nzioka, Nau, umau he still stands tall,
Lived a century and lived to see a millennium,
Yes he was captured by Mau Mau but congured them,
Was so wise and very stealth man, call him Nyongwe,
He is the man who sired my mother, what a Man.
I grew admiring him, would make me taste his drink,
What a Lovely guy when high on his drink,
He taught me some exotic and erotic words,
Taught me the fundamentals of being a man,
He is the man who married my blood aunt!
Call him prince charming and a Roving Lover,
Even after a millennium he could tune the millennials,
They would never outwit him, what a guy,
He never grew old, always young in heart,
He is the man who sired my uncles and aunts,
Though young at heart and soul, the body got tired,
Even in hospital bed , he would joke and smile,
He left his empire and an army no one can destroy,
After leaving white clothed angels on earth,
He now dances and fine dines with Nduva,
His Religion was Love, now He is and will forever be!!!
R-ighteous
A-uthor
M-akes
O-ne
N-ote
A-s
M-essage
A-pplies
U-niqueness
Topic: Birthday of Ramona M. Mau (January 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
i've searched
my mind and
thumbed
through
books
of ancient lore
even implored
mi familia of
strega
for
asking all all the same
what is this script
perhaps maybe
hieroglyphs
etched
in stone a primal
primitive man
expressing
this this
reen
but to my chagrin
not an answer
but solved
when i
did
cross one eye while
the other stayed
straight purely
practice of
a bored
childhood but then
understood why
i didn't want
reens but
more
more
reens
Mau
reen
s
Inverno e vida
O Inverno,
é a vida do cristal,
o arquiteto do floco,
o fogo da geada,
a alma do raio de sol.
O ar fresco de inverno está cheio disso.
Dias de inverno
permite
saborear até mesmo
um mau humor.
Para ser persuasivo
Ao fazer um discurso,
é preciso estudar três pontos:
primeiro, os meios de produzir persuasão;
segundo, a linguagem;
terceiro, conhecer o mau senso
e
o bom senso.
Ser persuasivo
é trazer outro do seu mau senso
para o seu bom senso.
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Futuro e passado
O pior pecador
tem futuro,
assim como
o maior santo
teve um passado.
Ninguém é tão bom
ou mau
como ele imagina.
Futuro e passado
São como a religião.
Religião, passado
e futuro
é comportamento
e não mera crença
ou história!.
Assim, os seres humanos
São um paradoxo
- a constante glória
ao mesmo tempo
escândalo deste mundo.
Brave Samurai Knight
your Warlord, Itso, waits you.
Your ancestors cry
out for revenge against Mau.
Defend your family's
honor for all weep at what
Mau has done to our
land making us his servants.
Take your sword now knight
and avenge your father' name.
Your grandfather waits
in his grave to see you fight
and restore his house
to its former place of pride.
Itso waits for you.
Knight, this thing you need to do!
The thorns-in-sides are various
which mar incumbents’ slumber.
Could Belgium bear Lumumba?
Would Britain brook Makarios?
There’s Bolsheviks or Mensheviks,
Parnell or De Valera:
Marat had Robespierre, or
the Romans, Vercingetorix.
There’s Che Guevara, Spartakists,
the Mau Mau, Mata Hari,
the Contras, Carbonari,
Hamas, Harmonious Fists.
The song that stops the show?
“It Ain’t Necessarily So”.
British wanted profit
British wanted new land
Land rich in resources
Land of ivory and coffee
Coffee British could sell
Coffee Kenyans could not
Could not retrieve freedom
Could not reason with British
British took over land
British farmed fertile soil
Soil was Kenyan birthright
Soil of Kenyan ancestors
Ancestors buried here
Ancestors grieved for living
Living like refugees
Living in fear of England
England built railway
England bolstered power
Power taken by British
Power denied to Kenyans
Kenyans displaced
Kenyans were angry
Angry since dishonored
Angry since stripped of rights
Rights taken from Kenyans
Rights only for British
British happy in new land
British prosperous future
Future lost Kenyans
Future lost hope
Hope came from bravery
Hope came from Dedan
Dedan well respected
Dedan joined Mau Mau
Mau Mau took oath
Mau Mau freedom fighters
Fighters for rights
Fighters for justice
Justice took much time
Justice took much blood
Blood shed for Dedan
Blood shed for hero
Hero was hung
Hero yet lives
Lives in the minds
Lives in the hearts
Hearts beat forever
Hearts beat freedom
Freedom...
Forever...
5/19/16
Into slithered path of forest green
my imprints mark a search for peace,
as bushes hide like shades unseen
where vines’ fragrance holds its release.
Drained, I see life through a flower
struggling to curl among meshed weeds,
these limbs falling on ash of hours
like old willows bound to concede.
Enduring climbs upon a hilltop
the blaze of night in gold appears;
so far the wrens, too near I drop
till leaf of hope breaks, as morn nears.
Dusk now closes its drowsy eyes,
as forest still grants what is mine
breathless from new mist, I arise.
while soles run here in thoughts divine
Mau 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
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