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Best Poems Written by Pen Piper

Below are the all-time best Pen Piper poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Beautiful Africa

Dainty queen undevoured
Bride of the rising sun
Beautiful Africa, 
The savor of thy fragrance
Calls my tongue to sweet ballads!

Your velvet skin carved in black gold
On your loins do diamonds glow
Your perfume is the silky oil of Cairo
And your smile is like the sun
Upon the hills of Kilimanjaro.

From the Nile to the Niger,
Orange to Zambezi,
Hypopo to the Congo,
Beneath your mounds are treasures
That oozes beyond measures.

Africa my Africa,
Daughter of the ancient days
Sister of the untamed braves
Hunter of the thousand forests
Goddess of the black race
How much I love thy gaze!

Here my lady,
A sandal of precious stones
For our moonlight dance
On your carpet of liquid ore,
Oh Africa , my Africa!

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The Pilgrims Progress

On this path, this somber trail
Many rivers we have crossed 
Not without the pilgrims plight
Fore dreaded sights beseech our heels
And lingering nights tinkered deep,
On we march to victory’s dawn!

On this road laid with thorns
Forlorn wind and sinking sand
With blighted feet we thread along
To the ray of hope in our horizon,
The light is near for victory’s dawn.

Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

On this path such somber trail
Our limbs wane, our heart ached,
Our sight set to the distant light
In the glow beckons our victory song.


Weary not poor traveler’s sole,
Despair not the soul within,
Hearken not to dissent flute,
Fasten not on sorrow’s brood,
Hasten on for victory looms!

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Lullaby To a Dead Man

Your feet are cold,
And you lay stilled 
Like a stone in the snow, 
Carved at winter’s bloom.

I see you 
Stilled like that wood we use to sit, 
Between the gates of heaven and hell,
When voices are heard and the scent
 Of the harmattan fresh in the air.

I see you
Speechless in that look,
Not gaunt but gone.
In patches of pancakes on your face
Was the kindness of 
The mortician Paraphrased.

I see you now, 
When your worries are no more,
Your cares married to the earth.
Insipid, yet not aggrieved,
Only a darkening cadaver
Baggage of an ageing undertaker…
I see you

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Mocking Bird

I have reached life’s edging water-side
Where memory sit upon the rock
Bathing in the evening’s fading sun.

I have reached here,
Where thought like pebbles cast ripples
On sleeping stream and wisdom 
Like graceful fairy fan the air.

Here, where the bridge Stayed burnt
And the ashes blown away by fleeing age, 
Here where I could not return,
Where naked I am to my mortal self, 
Naked…

Oh mocking bird,
The branch on which you perch
Is but of weak reed, tied to time like me
And must come like me to grey fruition.
 
Will your song, 
Grey like me, holds same joy,
Bear same verve, when like me,
Life’s nothingness stares?

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Dance of the Spirit

DANCE OF THE SPIRIT

They sing, you dance
Like a naked child sputtering in the rain
Your feet are wet
Your body soaked with waters and sweat 
You can not control the birth
Every step, a deeper flair
Tell me daughter, where hence the beats come?
Why is the drummer hidden from view?
Whose voice is that song?
Calling you to endless pursuit?

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Death In the Name of God

Starry eye moon
Away with your beam
And learn the stride of time
Cast mournful shadows 
Upon blood soaked sand
And bid the cheering stars same,

Tonight, there will be no 
Story telling nor moon kissing
For no giggling maidens
To jest the flutist call
Only sad hissing to death's long haul!

If you must stay, i pray
Dim thy light to water grief
And hide your smile
Behind panned night.

Listen as creaking wail
Beget sad clapping,
Then shall I tell thee
A tale of hate,
Of minors killed in heaven's name.

To the morning
A tray of desecrated banquet is set
Bald headed birds arose 
To sumptuous feast 
And gnawing claws
To shredded meats
Once limbs to tender breeds
Blood rinsed from promising dreams.

Brought to the end
By the sword that kills
In the name of God...
But which god?

Starry eye moon away with your beam!

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Faithful Seraphim: a Prayer of the Better Half

PRAYER OF THE BETTER HALF
(Faithful Seraphim)

When seraphs tend their ears
To prayers faithfully borne,
Oh my lips, unlock thy seal
And water the air with
The scent of my plea.

By morning and by night,
My entreaties I pour
In your sacred pouch,
To thee holy one,

That when thy sanctified wings
Flapped Upward, towards
The god’s listening ear
And thy whisper undefiled
By weighty flesh,
May they bear my tears
 To the lord for redress.

For long I have tilled on cupid’s field
And my sheaves thinned from winnowing –
A lean heap only could fill,
Poorer in gaze than the years.

Yet if only I find you,
I shall count it all sane
And the gone by days
Not betterly spent.

And as the night sky
Calls forth the light of the stars,
To bless the glow of the moon,


I implore thee faithful seraphim,
Bear my bones to me.

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The Worshippers Ode

We have come, eerie drummer
Worshippers to your rhythmic enclave
We have come, with palms raise up to heaven
To dance at your feet, to listen to the drumming of
Life's enchanted mist


We have come, intractable breeds,
Retracting bulk to knock on your door
To hail thee the drummer we do not see,
Yet your deeds so implicit.

Recalcitrant yet must we learn
Like suckling to Mother's tit
Thirsty for Life's succulent milk,
To dance with fate on our fettered feet.

Alas!
Rust is ripeness
Ripeness is rust
Like rootless stalks to shallow wind
we fall to ripeness
And to rust's repress
To sand...
And the end of our dance.

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Moving Waters

I will seat patiently to nurse thee
Like a man a new bride,
And watch thy dazzling eyes
For signs of the coming tide.

Moving waters the sea calls you, 
The two winds wait to escort your sail,
And the birds of the earth, 
And the birds of the heaven,
Ready with a song their new bride sings.

Forward ever moving waters,
Happy in your sail as you drift away
Through silent caves, valleys and hills,
Towards the sea that will drown thee.

Thou drift to your end,
Moving waters like life,
Thou drift to the end.

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Vanity

VANITY
Vanities! Oh vanity the things we see!
Heaps and heaps we heap,
Dead we drop still,
Buried six feet deep.

Will the living…
Will they cry for your corpse?
Will they praise your cause?
Which and which they do,
The corpse stayed cursed,
Buried not to return.

Will the dead…
Will they welcome you
Will they embrace you?
Will they spit at your return,

Your stink upon their restful sleep?
Whichever they do…
The dead don’t make amend