Short Kwansaba Poems
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am nices
so think twices
before dis repect
and don't forget
all i have for you too
just let me be
to my heart you have the key
your
LUCKY TO HAVE ME
No matter the place I go
I'm always glad I showed up
Concrete jungle to meadow
Assembly to solitude
My eager muse is happy
to tag and dance right along
A poet's boon companion
Date written: 06/21/2020
Can a word be just a tree?
Is a forest any form of poetry?
Where the soil adds imagery of style,
Rains make the flow of each line.
Light the feeling that reader reacts too.
Warmth of summer the deep rich stanzas,
Winters frigid ways the ending of strength.
Each morning just before lunch at eleven,
I can see the black smoke rise.
Pops has his large grill fired up.
Chicken and ribs sizzle over the flame.
Just come here to satisfy your hunger.
Pops is not skimpy on his sauce.
The man is the boss for cooking.
Asked for fresh trout from the menu
Server brought it hot to my plate
Pronto take it away, to my horror
Two vile beady eyes stare at me
And they do not look very pleased
Should have stuck to pasta or soup
Neither would dare to glare back
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Great lion who once ruled the land,
you are a serf to your lord.
Gone is your kingdom where you reigned.
You now serve new masters these days.
You fell from your once proud throne.
Your home is now humble and plain.
Among those who serve, you’re not alone.
After a night of rain, the sun,
its shimmer, a welcome like no other.
A new day starts with such promise,
an array of flora across the pasture
a gazelle leaping all over the place.
The kisses of the rain still visible
a delight for my eyes to behold.
I see a girl in the mirror
A thing of beauty unseen by all
She weaves poetry, and cooks sublime notions
Paints the sky green, the land blue
Twirls on cliffs, tiptoes along its edges
Drama, risks, thrills, that is her life
A thing of beauty unsung by all.
K.S.Lakshmi
There are all kinds of raw fish
that can be used to make sushi.
Orange salmon is quite popular these days.
Try mahi mahi or yellow fin tuna.
Mackerel, and caviar both red and black
Shrimp and surimi are still in demand.
Please don't give me any sea urchin.
Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
Your arm is Soft like sponge pillow,
Heavy is the head that rests on;
Soft but strong, made me embrace loner.
Serene voice is all you got, deary!
Your oxygen the fairy has breathe,gem!
This being none have seen; pretty shorty.
How I wish this was not...pseudo.
Doctor blinks, breath caught, face goes still.
“Oh,” he says, voice sharp, split.
Hands tremble near charts, numbers all wrong.
Room spins quiet, cold like a grave.
Chest tightens, heartbeat thuds, loud, slow.
How long have I lived this broken?
Sick laughs die. Fear lives in bone.
Red x trane
(a black arts movement kwansaba)
by ‘bro.zayid’
Garvey greased Harlem struttin
Baraka bluuuue New Ark floats
Chicago ‘sippi blood thick
Watts fire ibeji badd
Big Eazy polyrhythmic
Dee stroyed broadsided lovin
A red X’d Trane flyin home…
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Irresistable kool
(a Kwansaba for Eugene B. Redmond)
by ‘bro.zayid’
For him Miles is not god
Just irresistible kool
Yet he claims ancient ears
Sips Dunham’s golden legged dance
From Dumas’ Ra thick gourd
Ejaculating ink first
Our regal splendid swag…
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bolts of thunder light up the sky
splash of colour visible as rain fall
rain supply its own kind of music
lyrics the trees sway and dance to
as flowers smile after months of drought
one thing on nature's mind is renewal
it is time to enjoy every facet...
03/05/2011
Haunted house on top of the hill
Scares many kids that sure walk by
Ghouls and ghosts make their display known
Deep inside this hold there’s all sorts
They moan and groan and carry on
Loud enough so many others may hear
They bring life of misery to all
Russell Sivey
Laughter, fun, joy for all the world!
Not just holiday time, forever and ever!
When kids can play, mum, dad too!
From fear, much-needed respite, all happy!
Two weeks of opulent, tender loving care!
Back home, fear faced again, real life!
Family can look back, all fun, snapped!
Never really know what part of Sunday’s
sermon my mind’s eye will lock hold
What portion of the Holy Story will
ignite passion as Pastor’s lucid homoly unfolds
“I DARE YOU TO PRAISE HIM CHURCH!”
and Good Lawd did that church explode
and I sat at the red light -Exposed.
Bill Marable
12-4-22
11:00 am
On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.
* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue
Weeping willow growing outside my office door
blows in the wind like angel wings.
Each wing unfurls as though taking flight
to some haven where there is peace.
And with this peace comes perfect rest.
The kind of rest given by God
as His gentle breeze blows this tree
Kwansaba- 7 lines with 7 words per line
and no word has more than 7 letters.
At the silted banks of river Nile,
I'd sung to the glory of Lucy;
I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna
and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu.
I was first to push back abyss,
the last to be ripped away. I'll
return one day, I'll bring the rest.
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Date: 12 / 01 / 2016
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SONG: 'Run To You', by Kaue Penna
VIDEO: The Voice Kids (2020)
POEM: 'Adolescence: Apollo's Aria' - [Kwansaba Form]
2020 December 12
By Will K
"Mele Kalikimaka"
ALOHA!
Up so high all the fireflies fly
Look at them! Look at them all!
Thousands of stars hang in the sky!
Birds and crickets are chirping in unison
under the lunar eclipse in this night.
The wonder of nightfall captivates me as
I walk in solitude; the night so alive!
Date written: 05/16/2020
The deer shake off the headlights
We sat in the car outside the
liquor store peering like deer, our eyes
following Pinky as she went in to
the store for a twelve pack of beer.
Our breathing stops. She's carded. Shucks.
Fake card works. Yes! Pinky time. She
sashays back, with beer and condoms, smiling.
connie pachecho
4/12/17
Note-Kwansaba 7 sentences/lines containing 7 words in each?
Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior—
Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers
praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover
Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered
Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil
Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble
Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere.