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Welcome to my gallery, to life of poetry, the world of creative art. Welcome to the mind and soul of the art, welcome to the heart of african and internationalist poet. Welcome!
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An Angel On The Street
12/21/04 |
My eyes on a gorgeous goddess
transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist
by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes
her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
her hairs more luminous than summer sky
both entwined set her aglow and
perform a dance-drama of rain torrents
bouncy, bounteous with blush abandon
edifying her build and defying beauty bureau
I'd thought her a mere goddess
till her voice stuck my drums
locked in velvety fibres, creamy and creaseless
it appeals and appears stronger
than all I have heard ever
it sends cold chill than down my spine
and tuned most melodious music in my mind
then it dawned; her life is a sacred groove
only the called and initiated shall walk
and her space, a haven
for the heart; pure and unworldly.
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The Beauty Of The Dark
01/03/05 |
Just now the sun is set
Leaving behind a blank cloud
Then another scene evolves
Alerting the nocturnal world
To the clarion call
A world gloomily and dimly lit
For the brightness of albino's lens
And the sharpness of bats' and rabbits' sight
And a host of nocturnal beings' activities
Then, also signals the concert
Of the croaky and coarse ones
Down in the muddy arena
And without the dark beauty
Giving our world a spreadsheet
That parades array of stars
The sky playing host to million of
Galaxy guests from the Milky Way
Which cast men spellbound
With their splendor and grace
That lit up our world abright and aglow
And give us a view
That of the upper storey
Whispering wordlessly
Of the little wonders of creation.
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The Child Of Creation
01/06/05 |
You were there
When I drew the first breath
And voiced the first sound of life
At my earliest arrival
The child I was to you
You were there
Suckling up my first meal
Greedily and innocently
On my mother's breast
The little soul I was to you
You were there
Weaning and leaning on all my four
Rapturously babbling off
My first muted and mumbled words
The babe I was to you
You were there
Toddling playfully around
Fumbling wobbly at all
Within my cherubic sight and reach
The child I was to you
There you were
When puberty attended to me
And adolescence my host be
Alongside its juvenile entourage
Still a soul so little to you
You were there
At the ripening of manhood
When the spirit is aglow set
In the light of my full moon
The child still I remain to you
There, you are
At point of the diminishing returns
As the circles closes, and severed the silver cord
At the ripening rots and forms
The child of creation, I remain to you.
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Bookstrings
01/18/05 |
I have been around the world
Deepest darkest corners of the globe
Down south up north
I have been in the air time countless
And been through routes criss-cross
I've been many times on sea sails
I've seen the world top cities
And the greatest around the planet
I have lived in the thickets of the Sahara
Several nights in the African jungle
Many times mingled with the red Indians
In the forest of the coloured
I've been in and out of the oval office
The White House the pride of the Americans
I've felt the might of the Kremlin
Like any other in the Duma of the Germans
I've been down under the earth
The water place the Australian abode
I've gazed boldly at Elizabeth's crown
Like a noble in the Edinburgh palace
Dined and wined in the Rock House
The pilgrim town of Africa
I've been amused and excited
Thrilled beyond expression
I've had to let flow flood of tears
Felt pains deep to the marrow
All on the platter of books
With one library ticket
And behold!
The whole earth opens
Before my very eyes and mind
To wander and wonder.
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Life's Drama
01/23/05 |
The dawn is down
And the dew is due
So the stage is set
Light rears ravishingly
Beautifully bright
Out of the embryo
Of mother sun
The morning round
In view
In full open
Advances darkness
Sunset restage
Weakly dull
The dawn is up
Dew is spread
The night is gathered
Scenes for men
A drama of life.
Life is a drama.
A script written by God,
played by humans.
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Booksprings ( II )
02/04/05 |
I arrived earlier in time
To witness the great work of creation
When from dust emerged the first human
I saw the destruction of Noah's world
And the reconstruction thereafter
The earliest civilization on the soil of Egypt
The reign of the Greek gods
The might of Roman, before my eyes unfolded
I walked the plains of Paris
On the eve of Robespierre's revolution
Trudged behind Lenin and Trotsky
Bringing in the new mother Russia
In England I drank of victory cistern
In Cromwell's battle against the crown
Together in a boat we discovered Columbus' new world
For Africa we scrambled in Berlin
From the rock ravines of Kenya I ranked in Maul Maul's file
With Gandhi and Mandela we trekked
To freedom for South Africa and India
I saw Patrice Lumumba murdered in the Congo
At Accra and Lagos, I saw the sway
Of Nkrumah and Zik's rhetoric's and polemics
On stage with Bob Marley in old Rhodesia
I danced song of liberation in new Zimbabwe
Last centuries, yesteryears, and yesterdays
Today, tomorrow on pages and lines of books
Open before my eye mind.
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Tales Of Two Seeds
02/15/05 |
I will enter deep down to grow
And my root in the soil bow
My stem I spread within the loamy reach
So my bought trunk shall in depth breach
Then I'll let out my branchy foliage
On it I'll display my flowers in cleavage
So my offspring be born bountifully
To serve mankind generously
My foliage for man's cover
And my branches for birds shelter
SO SAID THE MUSTARD SEED
I shall not take a fool's risk
Rather my smooth body about I'll frisk
I wont dare the darkness of the deep
Nor my eyes uncertainties to peep
For if roused my root will be broken
And my stem on spread-spree will be smoken
Neither shall my body be scorched by the sun
Nor unstable seasons my life run
An my branches to great to house little brood
SO BOASTED THE NUT SEED
And so resoluted in unison resolve
Therefore, there and then they're destined
Each granted as wished and willed
Both prospered as prospected
The mustard in manifold manifested
The nut natured as nurtured
Now fortune telling lies with time
Which will be well of the wishes
Then one day scratched up a squirrel
The naughty nut from its niche
AND IT A RELISH OF MORNING MEAL.
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Mercy Killing
02/22/05 |
At the turn of the time at nine last night
Sprawled swimming still with the tide
The wheel against her will in her on pool
The doctor masked with eclecticism of electricity
As Mercy labored last breath for mechanized exit
Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing
To spare the tree, spoil the fruits
As advocated so legislated
The doctrine of rightists and leftists
At the top of the hour at nine in the night
Flushed, flowing free down the drain
The flight against her right
The doctor pointed patron's panacea
For Mercy missed first breath for calculated death
Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing
To seize the clog, severe the cord
As directed so acted
The song of activists and their likes
Well was it mercy killing
When Mercies were killed
At nine last night?
A Thought On Abortion
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Pendulum
03/08/05 |
Round and round
The spherical movement
Of our spheres
Through the course of our itinerary
Coming across our old
Manifesting as new
Living it through it thoroughly
Changed forms, primordial kernels
Develops and grows in manifold
Round and round
Like a rolling stone
We gather not a moss
Ever futile, our unending journey
So far so downwards
Progress? Yes! In illusion and vanity
Science and technology
Dehumanizers that take us far
From the primordial purpose
Round and round
Our admiration vanity
Fans into burning consuming flame
In fashion and surreal beauty
Dragging us far beyond Eve's age
Still wildly we revel
Digging deep in down drain
Burying our world in stark dark
Beyond the light of days
Lamentation of a Societal Moral Degradation
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Unedited Version
03/24/05 |
From the first page I open to the book of life
Written in fluently opulent language of:
A fleeting cloud and crisis-ridden sky
In cries of hues and halos
The milkyway beyond our horizon suspends the moon
That rules the spheres after noon.
And the sun accentuating power of the day
As dawn gives way for the reign of the morn.
The gigantic trees dwarfing the toppling heights
And mighty ones defying the winds
The vast desert and deep valleys from great loft,
Fleeing rocks beside imposing architectural mounts:
Embedded in thick forests and jungle wild and wide
Beneath them silent waters runs deep
And mighty blue ocean rushes and gushes,
Deep red sea furiously fumes at nothing.
The fountains from the heights run, splash, flow
And fall down the drain and plain
All on the pages of unedited nature
Unspoken language that resounds in all worlds.
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