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Best Poems Written by Gete Basilio

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There was no point

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

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Oh black African

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

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African son

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

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Atrophied Love

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.

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Telma


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

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Sabbath day

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

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A Cry in the Flames

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

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I was born a poet

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