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Gete Basilio Poem
I know that
I broke your heart
You felt a useless
Women in the earth
Because I was careless
I know that you
Loved me unselfishly
I proudly owned you,
Your feeling selfishly
But there was no point
To block my phone number
Your heart from the craving desire
That your memory will freshly remember
There was no point to ignore
That we belong to each other
The right couple, pretty image
Formed when we are together
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2023
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Gete Basilio Poem
Oh, you African!
Of cocoa skin and black-haired
Like your judgments
You African!
The lamb in the elections
Son of the people, wandering in the dying neighborhoods
With your sweet and spoken worldly pretentions
Hiding your ties, leaning of lions
Uou African, black as the charcoal
Of heart as the darkness
looks at the White! look at the glitter!
but you left the moodle
Ignored the guides, the witchcraft
And infiltrated yourself in the Avé Mariah
Becoming despaganized Christian
why did you lie to us? Why?
Why did you hide yourself, why?
Why did you steal our wills?
You are not lamb, You are black wolf
We are already sinners to burn
This hell and the upcoming
And the flames of worms, dead alive
Ah! Revered Beloved Black
Heavy are your sins both hidden as revealed
that they rise with the clamour
Of the pregnant women, the virgins and the young men
Without bread, water, without light
And you there in your sublime throne glittering
But only a king has his throne, Jesus the Narazeth
And this is not thou, black brother
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2023
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I'm an African son
From my mother's womb
I brought the colour of chocolate
To be the son of soil
All strong, all articulate
Born skilled, born the best
And proud of being black
As the night full of stars
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2023
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Gete Basilio Poem
Our Love, Eternally Bound
Our love is embodied in words,
clinging to our lips, yet fated to never touch the real,
forever exiled from taking form.
We whisper "I love you" day and night,
but our icy, bitter actions freeze the love onto paper,
as if affection were ink and not flesh.
They say love is worth more than pain,
but some prefer pain over love,
and our love, spoken to exhaustion,
drifts off to sleep on the precipice,
where it falls in love with its own failure.
Laughter and words of love are lavishly spent,
promises echo, vows of longing never felt
drip from lips like sweet bitterness,
stumbling between lies and half-truths.
Today, maybe tomorrow, or perhaps one day,
We walk together, yearning, to the gallows.
With words of pure love, I tell you:
my beloved loves me so much
that he loves my pain more than my love.
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2024
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Gete Basilio Poem
Telma
People call me the firstborn
But in the warmth of this cold, I know it was you
The world wasn’t too kind to you
Releasing rivers of tears from father and mother
And so, I dance with sadness in silence
Like someone embracing the echo of a goodbye,
Hoping that in this heavy emptiness
While your silence screams in my chest
I walk alone, carrying you with me
Our future, a broken mirror
In every shard, a joyful smile has left
The past whispers, the present stays silent
Between us, an empty scaffold is built
Banning the outpourings of a beloved brother
That’s how it is, as one flower blooms, another dies,
But in your departure, our love withered
I don’t blame you, I’ll dance in the void you left
With a face flooded with tears in the desert
Our reunion, my tender longing
I walk in this darkness lit by your cold warmth
Telma, evil gifted us a sad feast
But God has reserved for us a banquet of happiness
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2024
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Sanctified and holly day
All mankind happily rejoice
Browsing the bible the whole day
Bowing down to God with praise
Another day is on the corner
Thundering sweet temptations
Humans are crying for divine protection
Diligently watching and waiting
A trumpet to solemnly blow
Yes, here is our salvation
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2023
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Gete Basilio Poem
You are the day, beautiful and bright
I am the night, dark and full of fright
You are magnificent, admired with grace
I am a disgrace, a shadowed face
I burn fiercely, weeping bitter tears
Slowly fading, consumed by my fears
But what’s the point of all my pain?
When we’re forever apart, in vain
I’ll keep burning, crying in despair
As the flames of my love fill the air
Until I’m reduced to ashes, gray
By your love, lost in dreams, far away
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2024
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I was born a poet
In the time of flowers and handwritten letters
Already making rhymes with pens
A poet of romantic verses
When love was pure emotion
I was born a poet
In the age when neighbors shared
The TV, raising children, and the matapa stew
A poet of the family era
I was born a naïve poet
Of friendships that were not fleeting
Now liquidated and cheap in social
Networks without real communities
Lacking values, identities, and personalities
But as a poet, I keep writing
Of this love that is slowly fading
In values, behind our backs
But these are not moral values
Nor are these backs thresholds
They are monetary values
They are backs heated with flames
Of power, pride, and the arrogance of the boss god
Crowned by the gods of supremacy
Copyright © Gete Basilio | Year Posted 2024
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