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Abed Anthony Poem
Love and care
It is movables love plus care
Obtained to our mom
It real love I dare
We found from our real mom
It is loved future seen
Given by our black mom
Love and fear
It is totally fear
Regenerated from our dad
Though it is clear
Good manner from our dad
Love and help
Help me my blood sister
We are born to assist each other and not fight
My direction and teacher
Show me where to reach my peace fetcher
Love and fight
Let me look
Behold my little best
Israel and Pakistan,
The brotherhood states never best
Me and you
Not sister and you
Construct a developmental fight
A peaceful fight
Though I’m a real Sudanese
I can cope to be a real sweetish
Love and life
Never pretend a knife
Cutting a beef life
You are the husband of the wife
Blame me not
I’m in life
Censure me not
I gonna have a real life
To see my back not to admire my fore
Love and care and fear and help and fight and life
A real and definite friend do
An exe and a hole
Other dig and the other cut
Let us become
The knife of peace
To cut the beef of wars
The reddish of betrayal
Likely, notably the blackness of poverty
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Abed Anthony Poem
Mother! Show me the way
The real parent
A seed plant from its plant
From what is planted comes a real parent
Mother! Show me the way
No more arguing
From blood, fresh, water and going_
Forming a child of parent and mothering
Mother! Show me the way
I call her mother
Calling her everything I don’t bother
No me nor brother
Remembering a steam, real world of father
Mother! Show me the way
She might be left
Meandering right to left
The children to benefit
From back looking the prints left by foot
Determining the real gear from the pot
Of my mother in order to eat
Mother! Show me the way
She might be used
Let me call the pleasurable to be not measured
From where by the moments of pleasure my father pretend
Removing day, welcoming dark, these depend
The direction of the day of today in play
This is the horned saying of the poet to deploy
Mother! Show me the way
She sweat without sweet
Day to day, morning to morning
Humidity encouraging her, motivated under digging
What was found, taken without any profound?
To the others to eat, from my mother’s sweat
Mother! Show me the way
My African mother, a real woman
Regardless of no man, a teacher or layman
As you see the moon, out from the sun
Show that I’m your son, let me out from the summon
As it is what we get out from what we receive in
Negative relation and the negative impact come on
Mother! Show me the way
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Abed Anthony Poem
It is more for you
For me I’m done, for me is just a little
I count by eyes blinking
I alter by tongues twisting
One, two, three
Ask yourself, why are you here?
I give you one
You are here for studying
You are here for subject studying
Hug your education as your mother dying in dark
Like your food in drought
I give you two
You are here for studying
Nothing else but your subjects too
Find knowledge for any strength you have
Likely in bible you believe
I give you three
You are here for studying
No more but your environments
They may do positively, study them
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying.
Your cracked hut, to where you sleep
Reflects poverty of no wealth
I know your mind is active
Don’t dump it into poor temptations
Count one, two, three you are here for studying
It is because they don’t know the meaning
Now you’re wearing dirty and toned clothes
Parents of yours converse in clubs
They remember nothing but alcohol
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying
You better say no to your sexual drives
Because your sister was chased out of school
Hold a nameless child in her womb
Likely to your brother; dancing in poor peer groups
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying
You will take a promise of no lie
You’ll achieve; wisdom, skills, and attitude
As long as you study in big three
Remember the world is waiting for you
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying
_a dream speech of a parent in schools
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Down in the dumps
Ducks drop in dams
Design the due in daily dots
Documentary life dreamt as a slept dog.
Do or die
Doesn't go down
Deplete or defunct
Dim fights betrayal in doo-wop
Dancing daily in dams
Daily bread, daily living.
Right as rain
Remembering the rainfall drops
Real green relaxes under the rules
The rule of evidenced remedies
The ribs remember the rigs
Ro-setta stone coins
Real life repeats.
13, April. 2018
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I know that I’m poor
Come my uncle, come my aunties
Side by side, I wish the plate
Mother! Show me the way
A dream of the day
Come to me once a day
A whole night no sleeping
Give the spear of the late
I spit because of the plate
First chamber with fruits
The famous one from Italy
Second chamber with vegetables
Because the followed one will be of burnt hen
My stomach will feel full
As I see the last chamber full of rice
This is the life my preface
Tight the un tighten
And cover the uncovered
One day you’ll give me the dream plate.
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Abed Anthony Poem
OUR ANCESTORS
They said…
Regardless of their origin and background
From their own, they respected
Our ancestors
One is bellow the earth
Why do we deny the sun?
From it to give we light,
No one is above the heaven
Why do we deny the wish of the heaven?
Our ancestors mussed.
The law of nature is our life
If not, is a cow of serf without beef
We will not take out our skins
For the sake of sameness but equality
We have to speak our same tongue not of our community
Our ancestors acknowledge
Respect the earth, sever the heaven.
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My legs are twisting ready to walk
As my minds are reasoning ready to walk
During the morning it is readiness, to take the walk
My eyes turned white from blue, because of the blue sky
Turning in the afternoon, most of the elders were calling me
I look the walk of the long voyage; my legs now are starving my age
Hearing their voices, hope from my skin I appreciated
Telling their problems, I admired if there were no earth
Their denials come to burn their integrity
And remembering the irresponsibility’s leaved in trial
Mother! Show me the way, my walk to tell me a lesson
Loh! Youngsters now they run instead of walking
Following the road of thorns of life, becoming lazy
Because their families are rich, they not work, very crazy!!!
_Abed Anthony
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I’m at the top of the mountain
I left rift valleys, crossing rivers
But now I seat at the top and again
Quarrels and crisis from each sides
They deafen my true love
That come across me in the wind
I’m at the top of the mountain
I appreciate the sky
To where I look and see wet and dry
Faces of hate and betrayal
But the coming blue sky
Will cover the tears of find lovers and denial
I’m at the top of the mountain
Rise me up, and up again
Give me more, and more again
Because your smile, kiss, and hug
Sink into love ocean and drug
Into the snow of the mountain.
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Yes, I make seasonal shines
As home tube lights, as seasonal swamps
I shine under man's control, under God's wishes
The hope night with silence justice
Stars control my practice
As I am alone but jealousy.
Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2017
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Abed Anthony Poem
chase the butterflies.
find all things you think are valued
from their anus, from their fore head
fortunate memorable, upside down, well turned.
smell the favoured flashes,
sentenced air wings fountains
sometimes behind, beside to the top of the mountains.
it is the well being, like the living cell
immediate and important breath; well, smell
intuintive thoughts to the medulla's call.
you wish the wish of the wings
you see in minds the tops of the skies
you remember the momentum cries.
chase the butterflies
chamber all the tears
calmly relax into your joys.
Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2017
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