Pan Poems - Poems about Pan

As long as the wind still blows His words will still reecho In the dreams we forget when we wake In the thoughts that dip and surface. "Africa must unite We have the resources We have the manpower Only unity remains" These words will fly with the Monsoon Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts...

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She rose from the sand like a favoured child Cradled by waves and draped with oil. A city birthed from A legacy carved to outlive time. She wore power like a velvet robe Gracefully hosting the continent’s hopes Summits held with unifying dreams From Egypt’s dunes to Sierra Leone’s seas. But now she lies in shattered grace Her golden roads frayed like worn-out thread. Glass-built...

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We've painted unity on beach sand hung hope on mangrove branches one wave & it all washed away. We've built summits from dust and debt made promises we can’t even explain while huge walls still rise between us. Speeches thunder & then fade to silence. Hope passes hands like counterfeit. Even our chiefs wear suits now. Freedom feels outsourced again. We've tried everything they named. So...

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The eating of pie before dinner, It isn’t on point to get thinner. It’s best to let go That tin pan of woe, And be a calorical winner. ...

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Then in the days were the Olempicains honored The Gods with athletic feats. A woman who feed all the atheles sought a dish that would make a lasting impression to all in attendance. She had bought apples from greece and figs from Rome They had chocale and the flesh of wild Boars(Sewine) and Drank the Nectar of the Gods from ceramic cups. They...

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Vesta saw Eros on the shore and was aroused. She cursed the uoin or Eros and his wife Psyche and said she should eat with the wofs from which she had came. She said her husband Titan should sudues her to make her pregant and then inpregant her that he then would view her as equal to Psyche. Eros laughed at...

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Psyche went to Eros to speak. He tried to gain her attention but she refused to look at him. She told him Titan disrupted Poseidon's plans by sending a large wave to Oceania. The people there stood on the shores with the faith that the fishes would land at there feet and ther need for food would be quenched. All survived and they took...

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A limerick-composing old man Devised a most devious plan. Rejecting convention, I fear I must mention, He fried all his verse in a pan....

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In a greasy diner on the edge of town, Dan flipped pancakes with the flair of a juggler, a spatula his scepter, his griddle a kingdom of sizzle and steam. They called him “Dan the Pan Man,” a breakfast circuit legend known for his flapjacks, golden and fluffy, a stack of heaven on a chipped porcelain...

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Chinese myth is about Pan Gu First god who kept Yin-Yang true Earth was made of Pa Gu’s prone corpse His eyes became the sun and moon of course His blood formed the rivers, all thousand and three Sparse hair grew into China’s plants and trees This god as much a legend as Greeks and Romans claim Chinese god, Pan Gu is...

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I am a beacon of light for my homeland. My quaint village, serene yet vibrant, is a haven of peace. The youth, with their carefree spirit, fill the air with laughter and song, unbothered by the world beyond. Even the birds know to respect the tranquility of our lives. From the winding road that leads to...

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When dark shadows of war fell And cries of anguish rang like bells Streets stained, the skies of Sierra Leone torn The hope of this nation was lost and gone. Through those dark clouds, a light arose A force for peace, worries deposed ECOMOG came with a mission crystal as clear To drive away the reign of fear. Through jungle paths and smelly...

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If the van is ninety-nine years old; let the passengers think over it again....

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Alice held flowers in her hand, So huge were they, 'twas tough to stand, She collected them all herself, The bouquet was for her bookshelf, Walking with them proved so tricky, Her hands hurt and they were sticky, She didn't see where she was going, Her steps they were slowly slowing, Peter Pan saw her...

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Let the paths of our ancestors remain in sight, Their struggles, their dreams, their fearless might. Nkrumah's vision, Sankara's spirit, Lumumba's grace, Mandela's legacy, a beacon for our race. Ghaddafi's resilience, a lesson to embrace From Cameroon's plains to Sahara's gliding grace. Under the vastness of the Atlantic sky, In Senegal's savannahs, let unity fly. Let Pan-Africanism fill every breath we take From cradle...

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