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Polen Chongo Poem
Give me a quite room with a pen and book
Let me tie my shoes and reminisce about old school,
Underneath these massive rocks of my mountainous youth
Let me unleash the hidden truth.
What will come after modified food?
Let me meet the man behind the essence of this rule,
In those mountains serving as mirrors
To see those wonderful creatures living outside our loop.
We cry not for those who had to choose.
Give me the higher purpose in these lanes
To reveal those hidden names.
What about the edited books?
With thousands of words omitted
Dozens of pages missing, facts that were never quoted
And the summary of twisted words
From those distorted hearts and souls.
We are divided by neighborhoods and classified like stooks.
Centuries of homicides, genocides
And piles of dead bodies lying by the valley side,
Out of all animals we are on top of the food pyramid
We decide who live or die as our extinction approaches quick.
Few fear the words they remember when they are pissed.
Copyright © Polen Chongo | Year Posted 2022
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Polen Chongo Poem
Dropping my heart to the level of oceans
Once reflected living in life and memories of adore,
Your hibernation drove my seasonal moods
And mesmerized my loneliness because
You were the only hope of those days,
With wich your height and width was unknown
Like the dimensions of the universe.
Every now and then when we met
Our countenance was very sweet,
With bright eyes we used to team
When longing for our amusing needs
And the love of our deeds,
The affair that was amid us caused the reality we wished
In our bond not to go dim
And none by comparison can run parallel to it.
We have exposed our lives to the bond of joy
Searching for better days like lunatic beings,
On the surface we remained overwhelmed with sorrow
As we longed to reach heights like flying sparrows,
With our love we used to ultimately resist
The challenges that came quick against
The prophecy of our dreams,
Such as the feeling wich felt to shake the need
And in every aspect drove us weak
By showing the power of words governed
Under the subject of our beliefs.
Remember up the ladder we were like the King and Queen
Punching my heart very sweet with your fist
And accelerating our love up the swings.
I went mad on account of our love
When the potion never called you
Deep to the level of oceans my love.
Your face glowed like shining dawn
You touched my heart like nobody could do
And so sweet like honeydew,
Even though all glitters are not gold,
My mission was strictly knotted to you
And our memories are luminous and old
Striking through mountains and valleys of the world.
Those distant stars,glowing and shooting ones
Reminds me of nothing other than
The ceremonies of loving you,
And now it's time for us to recall
Those sweet nothings and descriptions
About the art around your beauty.
We were not popular in our youth
But nature knew our love since childhood.
In loving memory, I am climbing the peak
And uttering out those dictums which are
Accompanied by the winds, down to the seas
To announce the dignity of loving you.
I hope that one day the chasm between us will break because
No man can stand alone in this field.
Copyright © Polen Chongo | Year Posted 2022
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Attractive and luminous,
Burning on your golden path
Like an adamant against the sun.
Symbolising every entity,
Caught up in spontaneity
Perusing the conscientious.
Uninspired to aspire
Yet inspiring the phenomenal,
As they claim all of what you grant.
During your death, they wield smiles
Making wishes of a lifetime
While you dance in cosmic time.
Copyright © Polen Chongo | Year Posted 2024
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From every angel born
To every shattered soul,
From every broken boy
To every soul restored,
In the hearts of man
I move to and fro.
From being a lone hand
To my heart enfrosed,
From where it begun
To where it was enclosed,
For attention treatment
They move to and fro
From where it was observed
To the hub of my soul.
Copyright © Polen Chongo | Year Posted 2025
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