Africa - poetry
africa here i come, africa
its your voice i hear africa
i have come to see your music dance
africa here i come africa
africa, black soul africa
show me to your kings africa
as rivulets you flow
beside your gathered pools
. . . DETENTION
distanced we sat, barred from
tensed we watched
we watched as the crops, whither
we watched as the skies refuse
i be grateful for
poems by Chime, Hilary Uchenna
Chime, Hilary Uchenna works as a creative comedian in Lagos, Nigeria. He graduated as a visual artist in the Fine Arts Department, of the Institute of Management and Technology, Enugu. A conventional artiste to the core, who increasingly has transformed into the world of digital arts. He educated as an interactive disc developer, his works span from illustrations to image, video and audio editing. He has worked extensively on more than a few compact disk CD titles, he exhibits occasionally, and have his works in classified and communal collections.
To him poetry comes naturally, he believes it is an annex of his ballot and 'paint' he must, also with colours or in words. He draws his topics from his burning background and similes from Igbo folklore. He is at this time preparing a album of his poetry and short stories which he hopes to broadcast soon.
The Last King of Mars [A Poetic Mytho]
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the year 23,700 BC that one of the two moons of earth was hit by a meteor that of which, a great part of the moon broke off and hit earth's become known with a devastating impact. Thus the solar classification absorbed a calamity in indescribable proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age.
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Here are three more poems by the author, Dennis Siluk, while roaming througout Essential and South America.Three Poems While in Transition (In Spanish and English)Poem OneEnglish VersionOrange Timid MoonO┤er the Copan skyan arch of gloom weave their webswith low-lights, as the moon rises.
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of DeathI heard today, the holy woman say: "Daniel has warned us long ago, Of the trials and troubles we Are now facing, with our foes?"He says the 'Antichrist' was now In Europe crying: 'peace,' and the 'Axis of Evil,' had by now placed Hidden Atomic Russian weaponsUnder our feet, here in the good Ole heart of the United States; 'Palestine's cry for peace,' he adds, Is a burdened Gun for Revelation 3:10;America. A 'Contract for Death,' Is what he called it.
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs are thin, yet the Frogs stay fat, young and sassy. In these palsy times-they Only listen, as we decline away.
Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: in print 4-15-05, while forceful by means of the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and flora of this enchanting, and continuing landscape.
Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt.
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Ode to QuetzalcˇatlQuetzalcˇatl the GreatNo one knew his true name, so they Called him Quetzalcˇatl-feather Serpent He and his crew of nineteen: faces Strange faces, similes of a prince, a lord: King of the Yucatan in the year 986 ADHe was a tall man; long cloths, sandals; White as day, with a long beard, black hair. Some say red: some don't say? But they called him priest, Lord, king Amongst many things: god!.
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs alongside the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who abuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's diminutive ones.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the cobalt blue of the skiesOr the navy of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's yearly trekAlternately beginning the life in the earthAnd then evaporation away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming afar my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by comprehension poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for antediluvian texts concealed in caves.
Shadows of the Andes; Ollantayambo; and Cesar Vallejo [Poems in English and Spanish]
1) Dark of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I shall blend-in, into theMountains- Into the faintest thinShadowsof the mountains! Like the moss on moistenedStoneLike a leaf blown far fromHome?(freshly fallen)!I shall blend-in, clingingTo the mountains- Into its faintest thinShadowsNote: when I indoors back home from Peru, my 7th trip in five years [April, 2005], I had spend about 30-days this time on the trip. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and drove because of the Andes.
Ole Bulky Jeeps & Paper, Ink and Rain [two Peoms]
Ole Bulky JeepsThrough late summer's heat These bulky shaped jeeps Ride by house and farm City and barn-Hungry for Spring-again, eager to avoid The Slipping and sliding Of winter's ice and wind?[s]Their burdensome legs are dirty From heartrending dust and rain (Here and there, everywhere) Through all kinds of terrain Like emotive clouds caught In the flora of the woods? They never slow down a ting They have a duty, and give.It's part of how they live- In military-, bulky ole jeeps!.
Poetry and Accepted Culture
Is poetry too difficult for the be an average of reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of be in the region of ancestors what they like or don't like about poetry, you'll get a few altered answers, but there is an overpoweringly conventional class of responses.One of the main reasons that colonize say they aren't addicted to contemporary poetry is that they feel it is too cryptic.
Two Poems and an Examination ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
Two Poems and an Examination ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy face belongs to whoever sees it Everything has a consequence but life Even the bugs strive for existence God saved man, from God Ghosts have lonely sins Her bones are stones Up and down the hill Gardens blossom Spotless skies Dramatists August I can not rest!..
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: on paper after bearing in mind the a small amount adobe 16th century minster San Sebastian, in San Jeronimo, by the mountains of Huancayo, Peru, after being taken there by the Wandering Quechua guide, Enrique (4-13-2005).The Treasure of Catalina HuancaWritten by Dennis L.
Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu art a condor to the skyOf glory concealed in thy heartSo many paths, a maze of art?In thy old, Mantaro ValleyWhere adobes, breathe and tremble Beyond your country shadowsThere lays the prettiest of brooksIs my heart, surrounded by its stream!My image acutely carved, rippledIn its full strength shallow watersWaiting, just before you for me?As it opens up, opens up my soulMy rippled soul-searching-eyes!..
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo dig today? In the plant of your head,So-: Bow down, bow down,Ol' barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the wild eyes of death.He writ you to his den- The devil and his wind,So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood blemished brows He will take you to the edge.
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing angrily It never left for a minute Bursts of fury I found it challenging to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one harmonious jiffy I could not now disguise it From for myself Some clever ambiance Manifested itself Then the contemporary drew Sharply away from me With her mystery-Back out into the open sea Yet-, still it roared back at me! It was an spoken delivery It made my head swim I noticed it kept-step With my exultation!?#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at times it seems as to have its own mind, its own character; as if description was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an article with its own lively soul.
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to at all times bein a state of disarray..
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
1.Night in Jamaica [Peruvianism: 1810]It was a rainy night they say When don Simon Bolivar Slept in the arms of beautiful -Luisa Crober (of Jamaica); thus an Assassin missed his mark When he stabbed Major Amestoy Sleeping in the dark In Bolivar's hammock!.
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