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 me much, whether
the moon is prone or vulnerable like a science or car's
or like cat or dog that sometimes walk west or north
or raise or groom them?.
One day the moon is hither or thither or gal glassing
and then something is shadowing or clattering like atom
let say in Mars?- and still the fact that sometimes
my country is like the moon worries me so?, for who
will pass a leaning on somehow Monrovia shard or
anyhow draw?, or a sort of cell low?, or hunting tonight?.
One day the moon intermingling tell us why and what is
trespassing- our words like sacredness - truth - dream -
justice - power - politics - are no longer holding or
brotherly, lest shatter or wither or weather - hauntingly?.
Categories:
monrovia, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
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 ghost?
Often, I see a realm of gods, spirits, and immortals.
A place of perfection, endless joy, and cosmic tempo
Ultimate enlightenment and fulfilment of morals
Where streams of integrity, temperance, and patience flow
Couldn't I enter this domain with no gate to the grave?
Should I burn into a pyre where my bones and skull survive?
Should I be preyed on by eagles and vultures as a knave?
Should I, like a pyramid mummy, forever unlive?
With faith that it's an adventure, I undergo this fear.
Don't, when the winter mists end, the colours of spring appear?
Categories:
monrovia, future, life,
Form: Sonnet
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
more noise.
A black hull bore scars
of scrapings and rust bleeding out
of fissures along its length.
The fog seemed to oil its way,
its shape looming large
then slowly growing smaller
as it slid down river until
it dimmed and disappeared.
In that moment its passage
was a mystery, a brief apparition
of something beyond the dimension
of ordinary things. The quiet
of its passing, the dark bulk
and beauty of its presence
was magnificent
and overpowering.
It was like a shadow cast
by a mythical beast
coalescing out of history,
infiltrating the mind then
dissolving once more
into a place somewhere
hidden in its magical past,
suddenly brought back
to this world
with its registered port
written in rusty lettering
on its stern - MONROVIA
Categories:
monrovia, boat, magic, river,
Form: Free verse
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 by
government officials
Bought duplexes with stolen funds
Drove the latest cars
Ate from best-known restaurants
Left the masses to struggle against crumbling walls
Somewhere in Monrovia
Yana boys and girls screamed
Crying, chanting and grieving
While they held pieces of our country's future
Modern and ancient thieves
Bootlickers and ill-fated beings
Mental retarded first-class animals
Embraced corruption as a way of life
Somewhere in Monrovia
We walked through the principal streets
Raised battle-cries and war songs
But they served us with torments and abject poverty
Bring back our money
Yet, with the high pitch of our voices
It seemed so low to their outer, middle
and inner ears
We now live with faded hopes and broken dreams
Categories:
monrovia, 12th grade, africa, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
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 heads
News is heartbroken and soul-wrenching
The streets of Monrovia are helter-skelter
Mama voice penetrates our ceiling with deep emotions
Stay home! Stay home
Handshakes are avoided
Sadly, our elbows or feet are meant to show gratitude
Through our rise and fall
They have been our only friends
But night has befallen before us
And sadness sleeps on our faces
We are losing our grounds
Innocent sheep falling to the red earth
Siblings soak into absolute agony
Touch one touch all is not our religion any longer
BBC breaks our hearts into pieces on
a daily basis
Sleepless nights!
Good news has stepped out for days,
And COVID-19 is the devil in fine linen
Categories:
monrovia, 12th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Free verse
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 night,
all the ladies so bright,
in marked uniforms,
not all the colors
you might suppose,
but blue and green and gold.
The blue sea,
the fine color of "her" dress...
the queen of the underground ball.
The sky, a sapphire, crushed to powder,
lost and mirrored in her eyes.
Green, kelp that covered her shoulders,
and kept her warm at night.
Gold, the coins of money,
sailors paid...
to keep their souls,
while others stayed.
The court watched as the dancers whirled,
the Sea King he was drown...
but no one knew until they
filleted his body,
and gathered the net.
The Queen cried,
blue tears...
to match her dress.
Blue Dress Contest
Categories:
monrovia, africa, hip hop, holocaust,
Form: Narrative
A silly young man from Segovia
Was eager to collar a novia:*
When asked for his preference,
He gave points of reference,
Restricted from Minsk to Monrovia.
When asked, an old maid from Madrid
Answered testily, “Heaven forbid!”
But then, once wined and dined,
She felt less disinclined:
She said, “Maybe I will” – and she did!
* novia = girlfriend
Categories:
monrovia, humorous, light,
Form: Limerick
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 in Monrovia.
Perhaps we’ll tour southern France, and sample all the local wines,
anywhere but Segovia...don’t ignore my warning signs!
Maybe we'll sail to Hawaii, or trek north to Mordovia,
choose a romantic rendezvous...anywhere, but Segovia!
Light Verse
07,13,2019
H W Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
monrovia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
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 mensches.
Maybe a masseuse with a
mustard mustache could
manipulate and mop up the
madness that has multiplied
over this mixed up millennium.
Mostly, though, we must march and
move to mitigate the mad man monarchy
or make a mad dash to Monrovia!
Categories:
monrovia, fun, silly,
Form: Alliteration
Oh! Mother Africa!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South of
Africa is strife, killings, starvation and poverty
Brothers killing brothers
And innocent bloods are being shed every day
Arise! Mother Africa and save your child.
Give hope to the hopeless
And strength to the weak
Liberty to the oppressed
Peace to the restless and succor to the needy
From Free town in Sierra Leone
to Darfur region in the Republic of Congo.
From the Niger Delta region in Nigeria to Monrovia in Liberia
From Addis Ababa in Ethiopia to Sudan
From Luanda in Angola to Kinshasa in Zaire
From Cape Town South Africa to Nairobi Kenya
Let there be peace, love, unity and prosperity in the Land
Dear Mother Africa!
Show us the way and save Africa your beloved child in whom you are
Well pleased.
Categories:
monrovia, courage, peace, mother, africa,
Form: Light Verse