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The black panther; no spots for fear,
Accustomed by the frails of the forests,
To the long stretch of the Nile,
Such beauty, I marvel at.
Grazed fields, wetting bullock's appetite
For the savannah- a stone throw in distance to the mighty Sahara!
Oh! Africa! What a mighty creed envelopes your wits!
In strength and might, she stands unequalled!
Daunting cultures via tribes,
Stretches the Zambezi river,
Encombed by the beauty of the Niger,
These caves of treasure brews heritage;
Of untold generations.
The moonlight stories savour our bellies;
For each morsel we ingest; joy beams.
The scent mild one's thought; for our meal trickles away the temptation of the past!
Such panther irks the spirits of conquerors.
Oh Africa!
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If this dance be the last
For I see them throwing spears -
Not for its sport
This dance, a shrilling one.
When we come home for showers
Diapers of our babies, drenched,
Such aroma; a sweet-sour tale to tell
For being ready was the dance for...
Only the dead wishes not for this dance
But the living accustomed to its essence
Such a dance we struggle to get
Yet, a dance we fear to leave
Nor a dance to tango for!
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My Journey to light; a lethargy!
What I stand to loose; abyss! I know not,
What I favour; a crest of souls.
Many long for this savoury road,
Only the strong takes it.
The true embers of war;
The true colours of men!
Let's battle for a duel; our market!
Lies, blasphemy; our kingdom's anthem!
Our crypt; filled with innocent heads!
Shall we now see no truth in service?
When destiny calls;
Be strong!
No pain, no gain.
Courage; I beseech
The world; a crazy living
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I've played part
Part for part - next, you wonder?
Don't wonder ; for the excesses of night!
Quite a candour, our mingle was.
These battles, I've tales to tell for!
The creamy, basking sunset cools, off the air...
Dominus Vobisvum!
Et cum spiri tu tuo!
Innocence was this cry-
Pre-empted by a cry- a cry for freedom!
For Padre et Madre welcomes - innocent
Padre - experience we pray for? Yes!
Sweet mother's world is a blessing to view
Innocence, a moment we wish for...
Innocence, a life I desire once again
Oracles must bow,
Giants must pay allegiance to your fleet
Legends must pay respect
Generals must salute ,
For once cum many,
Innocence is born.
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The hush sound of the mountains
Such an eloquence that thrills the mind.
Beautiful landscape terrifies the drumstick;
Groits!
D blizzard environment, a scene to flourish the hyenas
D still waters, fogs sent!
Such blessing I dare refuse?
This beauty I long to hold,
For Cleopatra never heed the call,
The call for loins, the risk taken for it - àágùn.
I cease to wonder what the beauty of life brings!
Such a candour, its callousness offer
What a myriad of history, its experiences are!
Its cadence, mankind lives for
For this, I crave for?
An endless thought.
When thoughts precipitate, myriads of wits are birthed
The first strand of grey, has come to rule
For being seconded by its dryness
A still scent of cold; breath
Dis terrain - beauty for all
Turbans; the beauty I see more.
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Elegant steps,
The gaze of a queen,
Clandestine; reaching the pinnacles of great towers
Whose garment I long to wrap for warmth.
The smiles stands tall the heights of the Himalayas
This beauty - a gaze upon the mirage,
Which ponders as its piercing power undermines wits
Angels set before work to carve out stool
Stool meant for an eagle!
This eagle is mine for I long for the queen's presence.
If ye wonder why Esther be great, then I tell you why kings be born
A race I'm winning;
For it takes two to tango
My Queen, long may you reign in my kingdom
Enshrined with meekness,
Such candour your presence gives
For a lifetime,
For eternity,.
A guard of heart
A gentle heart
A queen's heart...
I shall gladly guide
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I
Even in this
crypt,
me soul wait
no longer! Its
crest burnt-
The Eagle
velt; born of
virtue,
Less
corruptible,
grieve in its
lounge thirst!
The Sandy
Storm.
A day without
rain calls the
storm
Within the
crypt, the
souless wails!
Whose
charming
flutes shall
calm these?
Shall David's
songs enrich
souls or mar?
The sandy
storm.
Crypts; a
taboo for soul-
full,
Lest, I began
wailing - for,
Its greatness,
lies thereof
Shadows
crested our
flags,
whirling
winds;
A shiver to
our darling
hearts.
Minted coins;
blood of
aztec!
Crypts' song;
livens the
sandy storm
From the
soulless; born
of the velt.
Wielded by
the sonorous
Adored by the
mightiest,
On whose fax,
shall its
shadow run?
The sandy
storm.
Raging as its
neon star;
shining in its
darkening
path!
Our lonely
night, a walk
for the
craving crow.
Shall friends
be foe! Shall
mothers be
lovers!
Never!
II
The sandy
storm; the
spirits
journey,
The sandy
storn; an over-
comed
threshold!
Obeisance; a
joy which
gladdens my
hold.
I'll hold the
fort, high
steamed, with
bellows of
men.
Let no velt be
built - for the
velt; a
shadow of
history!
Shadow of
history, in
hearts, it lives.
On the path to
Nile,
The journey
of breath,
Shall I rest my
bossom
The velt once
born, the velt
once taken,
the velt once -
The Sandy
Storm
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Dis feeling
Such a rustic smell!
Nostalgia fills the belly.
Authority sapped; energy reborn.
Familiar faces gone!
Crashes cum clashes not found!
Excesses can't be curbed
For in this mess, I swallow its stone.
Friends, Kins - I long for them presence
This desire is quite a lust for me
Yet, I embrace it wholly.
Soldiers! Unsheathed your swords
For the rose smells nice
Its presence - galore
Its absence - I dare not miss
Odyssey! Penelope!!
This bank be grieved its loneliness
My Queen will I see afar
The beautiful slopes
Hills of the ancient turns - Echoes
Turning against the fate of many!
My Queen,
Last days of Ithacá
Tremor quakes my spine? No!
For trust cum loyalty makes me believe in you
Lords, kings
To you I say,
To you I dare the rulers of empires
For joy mixed with sadness fill my embers
Friends
Pray for me
The Queen's strength must never wane
The joy a soldier has -
Its glory being kept.
My Queen
Being afar keeps me sane!
Will I falter? I dare not.
Will I stop loving you? Never done
Shall the love be in words? No, deeds shall tell.
Now I feel the breeze
What a feeling
What a joy
What - alas!
Strength reborn
Consciousness regained
For the days of Ithacá
A family I believe in
A world I live in
A treasure man mustn't squander
A world that reels it's strength on responsibilities
Ithacá
Dis Ithacá be life
Dis Ithacá be my Queen.
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Myths, legends, lores, mystify the velvet
Red milk of grief flows around my hut.
The chariot beckons me home,
Its speed; light knows!
I linger onto the Eagle velvet
Shall I walk in the desert?
Bear this cold for long?
This chariot; a patient rider,
Awaits me on the banks of the Mississippi,
I battle my gain for the velvet,
The chariot; a good one
Eagle velvet; a sibyl
The sibyl, my Arwen.
My wet loin; a fine tunic,
I wander to wonder the velvet
Authority regained! Home, home, the chariot
Through the Eiffel tower;
Down the banks of Thames,
Into the Nile.
Shall I say it be a dream?
Vision or trance? I bemoan
Yet, it let's me down!
I wait gladly for its return...
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Isn't it strange?
That death can clip away the canary?
Canary's tales-
One might cease to wonder!
Death, why thou smile?
Only of transformation,
Have you perfected!
But can the memoirs be cast away?
All birds know its beauty,
All Lords know its strength!
Strength in making many miss,
Sorrow, fear, yet, a forlorn look.
Who shall sound the note?
Who shall say more of the canary than its deeds!
Canary's wings; now a sight of old,
Canary's voice; a slight hammer when remembered.
Tell tales of the canary,
She has only changed it form!
Parrots!
Doves!
Humming birds!
Eagles and its hosts, pay tributes
Bravehearts smile aside your lay,
Strong ones share your tales,
For death; rejoiceth,
Knowing not, a transformation done!
I fear not for transformation,
I fear not for th cold wings of sly
While I cease not to ponder,
Like men of days,
Death; be not proud, yet,
An indispensable ally.
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