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Caleb Owabor Poem
Oh La Malinche
A woman of two lands
In your hands laid the destiny of two lands
The choice was yours to make
To choose which land it was save
Mind so clouded in deep thoughts
To choose between love and lust
To pick between both sides of a coin
Which side was best to join
Oh La Malinche
A betrayal of her people
Choosing to be on the side of foes
With Cortez by her side she went
Into the unknown she was sent
A tale of love and loss it seems
With many reasons hidden dreams
Oh Malinche
A woman caught between two worlds
Seen as a disgrace to her people she was hurt.
In a tumultuous sea she surfed
Oh La Malinche
A symbol tragic of division you became
A new story told in each new vision that came
The history books, your tale being told
With truth and lies not growing old
What was real turns out to be a myth
Your legend lives on
Centuries have come and gone
Your story lingers on still beyond
About your dilemma between two lands
A story told in every verse.
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THE DESERT'S GIFT
On a cold Christmas morning
the dusty harmattan breeze blew
from the Sahara all through West Africa
unto the gulf of Guinea
The wind howled through the desert as it blew
It's cold air a sting on the skin causing goosebumps
The sight of sand swirling around in the air
As it blew
It was that time of the year again,
the season of Christmas
the season of showing love
It was termed the celebration of the birth of Christ
The activities and festivities didn't look
as if they were celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ
It looked more like something else
Lots of merriments and cheer,
Christmas was seen as an excuse to party
But who cares?
It was a time when family spent quality time together
Shared gifts and cracked jokes
to keep the party fun
On the other part of the world
In Europe
Christmas is celebrated differently
It is seen as a time to give and spend time with family
Not an excuse to party [laughs]
Majority of Europe is covered in snow during Christmas,
it is usually in the season of winter
Same time the harmattan wind blows through the Sahara across West Africa
The fun activities are quite similar to that of Africa
Except everywhere is decorated with Christmas trees and lightings
Giving the whole a place
A touch of glamour and splendour
Plays, concerts and performances are held
to commemorate with the birth of Jesus
Christmas in Africa holds nothing of the sort
Except in a few region
Though it's an excuse to party
but it's also the best time of the year
As you get to spend time with family and friends
Christmas in Africa and Europe
And other parts of the world with always be different
Different people, different culture
The main point of it is to spend time with family.
BY: CALEB OWABOR
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THE AZTEC EMPIRE
Once so high and mighty
A symbol of power and glory
Fearless in combat of fists and arms
Causing harm became a norm
Over their enemies their dominance displayed
Rising from the ranks a warrior was raised
Like a god in mortal form he was so praised
Cuauhtémoc, fearless leader of the mighty Aztec empire
His wit and strength greatly admired
His voice so deep like a like a lion's roar
The warriors of Aztec, a force to be reckoned with
Taught from a young age never to quit
Trained to fight to the death
Fighting to the death was greater than wealth
And so the legend goes
The once mighty empire has become nothing but rubbles
The conquest of Cuauhtémoc by Spanish forces
Led brave men to flee on horses
The once so fearless Aztec warriors
Fled their homes, scattered everywhere like pieces of a broken mirror.
Barely a handful of the clan left behind
Were made to till, till they couldn't feel their spine.
Although the empire may be gone
The legacy of the Aztec lives on
Though scattered like the wind
Their spirit will never fade or bend
For generations to come
Their tales will be told sung like a tune
A history of courage and glory
A legacy worth more than all the gold and story
The Aztec warriors will live long in our minds
Their spirit a guiding light that shines
Caleb Owabor ©?©?
January 2024
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La llorona
Oh La llorona,
The spirits of your children weep for thee
At the stump of the whomping willow tree
Down by the same riverbank you ended their young lives
Their souls unable to find rest, as a result of your cries
Your spirit roam the earth searching for them
Your vengeful eyes on other children
Oh La llorona,
Give up the search
Your legend has been on a stretch
Your story told to generations born and yet unborn
Breeding fears in infants and adult alike
Days fly by, faster than a speeding bike
For the night comes to be wary of your fearful eyes
And so the legend goes
Of the weeping woman with no soul
Who drowned her children out of her misery
The myth of her disappearance still remains a mystery
Oh La llorona do not weep
Your curse is broken by water's deep
Forgive and rest and let them sleep
The pain you feel is yours to keep
By: Caleb Owabor
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A COLD WINTER'S NIGHT
The sky was pregnant with a child
Her cold breath engulfing the earth mildly
It's that time of the year again
Knowing it's time to join the moving train
The train of festivities
Everywhere bubbling with activities
The sky birthed a baby
Snow came swishing through the air thick and hazy
Thick sheets of snow sent everyone indoors
For it was too cold for anyone to be seen outdoors
This was accompanied by the howls of the night wind
Howls loud enough to make a man lose his mind
The wind howled until the wolves joined in
In the mountains came the howls of the night wolf
It's swift movement could be heard as it walked through the snow
The wind blew as it walked through
The winter legend was true
The night wolf wasn't a myth like people claimed
A damn shame
The white mysterious wolf walked through the village
Footsteps echoed as it walked
It was a bringer of hope and joy
The wolf's eyes shine as bright as the sun
It's gentle presence a blessing begun
To those who believed it's message was clear
It's message of hope ringing through the air.
On a cold winter's night
By: Caleb Owabor
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A SERENADE IN THE RAIN
Dark clouds, low rumblings of thunder
People running amok for shelter
Petals of rain splattering across the window
Inside the house cozy and cold
Two lovers curled up on a couch
Under a cozy blanket like a joey in its pouch
Laughs and giggles in a thrill
To a program of Netflix and later on chill
Intimacy interrupts Netflix
At this point they both know what comes next
In each other's arms they enfold
His grip on her a strong hold
Rain pouring down in torrents
Adding serenity to the moment
Two lovers lay under the blanket
Bodies close and hearts beating fast
Muffled breaths, echoing the room
Slow movements under the sheets
Slow kisses on lips forever glued
Love blossomed new
Night turns into day
Their love never to fade
Their blanket world a sacred place
Where their love forever embrace
With muffled breaths, and beating hearts,
They sleep and dream, never to part.
Under the blanket, their love will stay,
Now and forever, until their dying day.
Caleb Owabor
February, 2024©?©?
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THE JOURNEY CONTINUES
Walking down this path
My mind split in half
Trying to escape the wrath of sadness
From the demon of madness
It's a lonely road
Walking through the devil's abode
Into the belly of the beast I go
Somebody call a priest before the cock crows
Going down this path again
My mind thinking "here we go again"
The devil causing me so much pain
Sometimes I wonder what he got to gain from all these pain he causes me as I walk down that lane
At this point I can't be saved,
As I find myself down this path I paved
Enslaved to the will of Anxiety
Making it impossible for sobriety
In shadows deep, my spirit weighed,
By burdens heavy, on this path, I'm swayed.
Within darkness' grasp, no trace of levity,
Ensnared by my own anxious brevity.
By: Caleb Owabor
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A Shower Of Romance
A misty breeze gusted through the west
Swirling towards the east
Like a woman twirling in a new dress
Light rain glistened like diamonds to say the least
People hurried to make it to shelter
To flee wrath of the impending weather
Like magic straight outta a fairytale
Fate had them wrapped up in a envelope
Together they planned to elope
Their love stronger than ever
There was no stopping them no matter the weather
It was indeed a shower of romance
In Paris, the city of love, capital of France.
Caleb Owabor
January 2024©?©?
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