Chuckling Nelson Mandela
carried a chequered umbrella
almost thirty years on Robben Island, a prison
he ascended to a powerful Presidency, wearing a red ribbon !
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[Poet’s Note : President Mandela actually did occasionally wear a small red ribbon on his lapel, during his Office, indicating support for AIDS sufferers, at the time when the disease was at its peak, worldwide]
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Placed 2nd : Clerihew Contest
Sponsored : Tania Kitchin
May 26
Today I’m grateful for Nelson Mandela…
Who understood when all is said and done…
the main purpose of freedom
is to create it for everyone
At nine, lost a father
Raised by a single mother
Had to switch home
Not as a prince in a throne
Nelson's story lives on
Stripped of who he was
Forced to take an English name
And carry the weight of that shame
Made to wear a suit
Told to change his voice
But deep down he knew
He never really had a choice
The boy who slept on the floor
Chased cattle under the sun
Kept something burning inside
A knowing that he’d become someone
Years passed, he found his voice
Not too loud but firm and clear
He stood for those like him
With hope and not fear
He turned struggle into power
Loss into grace
Built more than a name
He gave struggle a bone.
The "Trilogy of Non-Violence" advocates peacefully uplift humanity
Humanity is to behold a peaceful way of overcoming the struggle of life.
Life, where all souls are valuable and with love are diminishing hate
Hate! Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. states, "Driven out by the light."
Light of the world for humanity to see shining bright, eliminating darkness
Darkness, which Attorney Nelson Mandela survived in gloomy dungeons.
Dungeon of despair, trying to rent his humility, spirit, and soul without relent
Relent, he withstood, overcame with God's grace, seeking peace, not revenge!
Revenge develops turmoil in humanity's mind and soul—"So agonizing!"
Agonizing the spirit to do ill will toward others without peace—Violence!
Violence Attorney Mahama Gandhi pronounced is inferior to non-violence
Non-violence is strength emanating from an indomitable will of humanity.
Humanity diligently erased images of the beast, displaying its ugly appearance,
Rev. Dr. King, Jr. Attorneys Mandela and Gandhi defeating such ugliness!
(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
In flooded ponds
Tasks are listed
Pines reach for the sky
Where clouds ripple lace across
A stretched out blueness
Dogs bark
Workers to work
Students to school
Earth holds us
in the full Awareness
of our own power to
Change !
Happy Birthday
Cherished leader
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South Africa is the first
Place in Africa where you can find more Excellent
Roads , rail ways , ports and Airports than some
European, Asian, American, Oceania countries
And more best world wine companies.
During apartheid many black people where living
In locations, treated as foreigners in their Country
No black person occupied the presidency or
Governor offices in Apartheid regime.
Happy day was when Mandela won the Election
And became the first black president ; many black
People felt free to visit different provinces and
Places where they were not allowed to walk in
Individuals or come closer without their white bosses.
Nelson Mandela remains the well respected Hero in
Europe and Africa because he forgave some white
South African criminals & promoted "Rainbow Nation"
So that majority of black people could easy their
chronic pains and becoming happy.
March 18/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
THE TALE
Walking down the street with my bare feet
The thoughts of Mahatma, Nelson Mandela, and Osagyefo
Pumping my blood towards the course of Emancipation
Freedom! - Is the word
The one true legend which opens up all minds
To set free the thoughts of the thoughtless
To make strong the spine that’s prone to Hopelessness
To give the Shy another chance
Confidence! - (A Core)
To reach and beyond boundaries unfathomed
And who can deny the “Wondrous-Magical” spirit
Provided by the Supreme Man upstairs
Our Father (GOD)
For He has given, even me, a purpose
To live,
To fight,
To survive (strive)
Not a super tale to be tossed with
Not to be forgotten
And not only to be told or passed
In successive generations
But to be lived,
To feel free,
To embrace;
Everything Destined….. (Free Advice)
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
“Let love be your feature”
Mandela
My eternal man
Mandela
My eternal man
The scent of your breath
The scent of freedom
O, Mandela
Your eyes have the color of freedom
O, Mandela
The scent of your breath
The scent of freedom
O, Mandela
My eternal man
Your hand is the flag of freedom
Freedom
Freedom
O, flower, your name is the symbol of freedom
Tulips
Meadow saffrons
Seek your scent
And red poppies ask you:
“Where is the freedom”
The beloved Mandela
Our eternal man
Our eternal man
I’m with you
O, you, flower of freedom
I’m with you
O, flower ….O, Mandela
Mandela
Our eternal man
Mandela
Our eternal man
I’m with you
O, you, flower of freedom
I’m with you
O, flower ….O, Mandela
Our eternal man
Poet: Pezhman Mosleh
Translator: Lida Kavoosi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUQY...ature=youtu.be
A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom
My heart skips a beat I lose my breath
When I think of his life of sacrifice
And his crusade for human rights
Leading the revolution against apartheid
With rare tenacity and might
A lawyer by trade a pacifist by nature
Standing for truth and reconciliation
Just him and his ideals for god-given rights
Standing and never wavering
Giving voice to the speechless and the persecuted
Refusing to be silent in the face of injustice
Determined to annihilate tyranny and racist oppression
An icon of democracy and social justice
Never to be forgotten
A statue erected where Mandela
Was released from 27 years in prison
A simple man bigger than life itself
With dreams of emancipation
One philanthropist who would change
The world no matter what the cost
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2020 for contest ODE TO A PRESIDENT OR POLITICIAN OR LEADER PAST OR PRESENT sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 5TH
"Afro-Knight"
Nelson Mandela was his name , he was a hero. Captain Africa carrying the cross like Jesus.
A fight to the finish.... patience was my super power.
Twenty seven years of meditation....the Victory.
Your heart is made of gold.
A nation divided by hate!
Ignorance! The disgusting violence between seasons together they howl the winds of life, different shades one soul.
I wanna be like you , talk like you! Do a Madiba dance like you.
Love like you did! Forgive! Forget ....lived! A hero , an African Hero.
Never,never and never again.
Rolihlahla madina.
Your humanity was honestly.
Your love wasn't mock.
You didn't rain as a fake rain.
You were reap rain.
You were three which bear fruit.
Never, never and never again.
You started a trip which you didn't know a destination.
Even though other reverse,
You didn't let yourself not complete.
Ache to you. was a daily food.
Your tounge never knew sweet.
Your eye's never saw world flowers.
Never, never and never again.
You entered in the cultivation and collected all seeds,
Which were disperse .
And you plant it's at fat soil.
Time of harvest you didn't favour.
You divided all colours.
Your life was a lesson at world.
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric
Nelson MandeLA
PATRIOT OF ALL NATIONS
A Powerful leader and example of true stature and grace
A warm smile that lit the whole african nation
His truth and pure honesty spread across the whole world
touched the young and the old
To see a man come out been captive in prison for so many years mandela
led the nation by example and dignity
His walk changed the african country
how to unite as one.The colours of the rainbow
are the same Mandela in his kind words spoke out with such empathy to the nation
Calling out we are a rainbow nation
NO distincation of caste creed or colour
To see people as one united country
TO make the impossible become the possible
Father of nation
Madiba shone like a bright star
The nation held him with great respect
He truly led by example
His passing away brought sadness to the haerts of everyone
But i am sure the lord has laid a red carpet
angels singings trumphets blowing
for a great welcome of a truly great man
We will remember you Tata In african language means father
Godfather of all nation
Truest liberal leader
Bless you
Unfamiliar flag,
It's up and down
Today I saw it
Weeping on its knees.
Murmuring students
Hold tears, someone
Else is dead again
The university mourns.
Death, why in our abundance
Is your harvest so rich?
He was a great poem
A warrior for the freedom of the oppressed
A work of art
His charismatic aura luring both man and woman
He was loved by millions
Not only for his sacrifice but for his forgiving character
When he walked
The flowers admired and wave
The leaves quivered
The doves of peace release, flew up above
A man as great as he will never again be
He was peace poetry
A work of art
Still the greatest example of what democracy should be
Freedom was his soul
A seed of which he planted in millions of hearts
His name Nelson Mandela is a universal echo
No more will there be another like him
He was the great poetry of our time
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