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The Seed of Fear Peter Pan

Peter came at half-past three,
Tapping sharply from an apple tree.
“Wendy, Michael, and John, too—
Come and fly; the stars want you.”

Out of the window, hand in hand,
The trio swept above the land.
Their mother's sobs fell away behind.
Another bedtime story she can't unwind.

In Neverland, the sky can't change.
The moon is weird, the sun is strange.
No one grows,

AS LONG AS THE WIND STILL BLOWS

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

THE CITY OF SIRTE

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

ANOTHER WAY

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

The Tin Pan of Woe

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.

The Pan Fute Finale

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

The Magic Pan Flute

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

The Pan Flute Part 2

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

A Limerick-Composing Old Man

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.

Does the Pan Make the Man, Dan?

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

legend of Pan Gu

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

My Country People

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

SIERRA LEONE KNOWS!

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

Pan

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

Alice And Peter Pan

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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