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New Chapter, Same Bright Flame

New Chapter, Same Bright Flame 
by Otieno Elvis Gikoi 

Morning light falls on a proud land.  
Katiba Day wakes with songs of hope.  
My birthday blooms in the same sun.  
Both days speak of fresh beginnings.  
The Constitution smiles in steady strength.  
I walk forward with open hands.  
Every

We live under the same sky We feel our love and light fantastic

Inspired by "Under the same sky". This is the theme for the September Edition of Cultural Reverence. Thanks to CULTURAL FIESTA and Sukanto Roy for your inspiration and support. 

We live under the same sky 
(We feel our love and light fantastic)
By Michelle Morris 
19/08/2025

There's a revolution happening 
It's happening around the world 
Enlightenment and

To Be Continued?

People die and reappear
The same year through rebirth
I have noticed very clear
The same people walk on earth
Face type, character and laughter
Are the same, suppose they dream
The same dreams, before and after
The same places they esteem 
There’s one difference, however
They don’t know about revival
If they lived before or never
If it’s their first arrival
It's the mystery we

Same Old Evening

The evening comes, I recognize
The same old evening’s here
A blurry line across the skies
The sounds of cars I hear
Quite as distinguished as they were
From the embankment side
The motorbikes are also there
Their engines never die
They fade into the background soon
And silence chills the breeze
It fills the gap between my room
And crowns of the trees
And everything looks

not new nor novel no more

not new nor novel no more
See some sights, see some more
But now I am standing at my door
The room the same as before

not new nor novel no more
Still, I can't be bothered to make a change
Yet I'm longing to turn the page 
standing still at center stage

not new nor novel no more
But I could change

all directions from the same place

all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about

For The Unsung Heroes

Nationals you are the same
Whatever nation you relate to
You're caught up in the old game
Of some national breakthrough
The most independent sources 
Tell you what you need to learn
Privileged with self-importance
You count every cent you earn
Tell me propaganda stories
Tired generalizations
Pose a show-off with no worries 
Though you are a worried nation
That’s your special way to go
Just

Not the Same

I'll hold the fort down while you're gone
And while you are I'll carry on
But know that you'll be thought about 
And thought about and thought about 

Your spot on stage though be it near 
Won't be the same unless your here 
For no one cheese and bread I'll bring
Until when you come back to sing

Fear making the same mistakes

she was a giver; not just to me, but to many more.
I was angry and mean, the words I used I now abhor.
Did I know better? Possibly, and yet, I flung terror into the air.
Hitting her in the heart with arrows of nasty, not giving a care.

I was not a good partner, I killed her

Telling me you love me isn't the same as being sorry

I've seen the underbelly of your persona.

The despise you feel for La Verona.

A hate you spew because I'm a woman.

Hit me again, although you know you shouldn't.

And I know the examples life set before you, 

Didn't show you the conclusions you should have come to .

That when you're upset you should not bruise my body,

And

chiropractors are not the same

chiropractors
they are not the same
some are miracle workers
others make your soft tissues cry
one worked on me for minutes and my migraine left
I limped out of another chiropractor’s office unsure if I could walk
My back felt broken; I was in severe pain
This was the last one I ever saw

Same spirit, different bodies

What were the chances?
Even if just one percent,
I would redo the calculations,
Till my body turns to ashes.

The times we spent together—
Were the ones that made me fall in love with existance, with you.
Even when we're not on good terms,
If the universe gave me another chance,
I would.
However things aren't the same,
Like seasons,
The summer left and winter

Traditionally Incompatible

In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
 and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or

Echoes Remain the Same

I tried to speak, but the words were hollow,
My breath held tight to leeward of an echo.
You said goodbye, like the end would follow,
But I’m stuck dumb trying to swallow.

You're far away,
But an echo still remains.
I called your name,
But silence forgot my claims.

You're far, far away,
But I still feel the flickering flame.
Of all we lost

Said in the Same Breath as Freedom - May 8

“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!

“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),  
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles; 
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!

“Aye! Men! your calling

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