mandela Poems

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Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Tribute to Nelson Mandela ode

What manner of global icon so venerated? A sage of global repute, a demi-god politically deified, a martyr once resurrected and a hero eternally celebrated. Deeply rooted in the annals of Africa’s peculiar history are your seemingly unachieveable and unparalleled

Power salute to Nelson Mandela

Power salute to Nelson Mandela short poem

One man against A mountain— Steep And, inhospitable! A man called Nelson Mandela— And, a mountain called The Pretoria regime! He was determined Like the proverbial spider… He was not one To give up! His crusade against Injustice Landed him

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The Rainbow Laundromat

The Rainbow Laundromat ode

Open twenty four seven proclaims the sign across the front door A warm refuge for the bergies dossing on the linoleum floor Fluorescent tube lights hum and flicker The homeless beg for food and hustle for cheap liquor The air

Poems containing references to : mandela

We Are In Peace

We Are In Peace short poem

Heavenly peace is not here we say, But that’s not true, Strong people always dominate a prey, But that’s not true. Like fingers are different though reside together, We all are different but made of same leather, Laughing, loving and

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A Goddess Beyond Any Myth

A Goddess Beyond Any Myth long poem

She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find

Daises In Your Heart

Daises In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

Killing Zone

Killing Zone short poem

If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for

What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I

My Vigil Light

My Vigil Light prose poem

I set on a journey, I thought I was alone I set off with a heart of stone Wearing armour, you couldn’t see It weighed me down, you wouldn’t know. My weapons, my emotional bow, fit well, made of strength,

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb

When I Am Brothel, Garden And Tomb long poem

Brothel It was a street of ecstasy walked through by me whispering to others the oldest tales of body and lust every room of mine swinging from green to red as the confessions of sperm counts splashed the stories over

My Fault

My Fault short poem

Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.

Eyes Open

Eyes Open prose poem

We awake Wrapped arms around waist Feeling her fingertips against my flesh My heart against her back Smelling the follicles of her hair No words just moments of memories First conversation First smile First film Wishing we could hold on

For Crystal Lee Braddock

For Crystal Lee Braddock elegy

I never really liked you Like an orange thrown at a wall Impacting then falling straight to the floor So composed and cool I wanted to be you or build a shrine I’d let you sleep on my pillow to

Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge short poem

It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair

She will love me again

She will love me again short poem

Every time you look strangely, as if you don’t know me, a ship sinks in my heart. I plead it to rise. ‘rise, my ship, rise, she loved you once, she will love you again’. Every time you go about

Acoustics Are Not Working

Acoustics Are Not Working short poem

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance this night appears to be without an end. There was nothing to lose, it was looking for some reason to die on the side of a cloud when the sickle moon was sailing. Tomorrow

A Parallel Universe…

A Parallel Universe... short poem prose poem

She lifted me gently in her arms, Smiles and warmth all around, She cuddled me closer to her chest, Humming a lullaby that resounds even today, She looked at me in the eye, Her words were soft and divine, Her

The Forgotten Casualties Of War: Igbobo-robert

The Forgotten Casualties Of War: Igbobo robert prose poem

Like a rumbling thunder let loose upon a recalcitrant world by the fury of nature, the sound of heavy gun shots could be heard ominously in the distance from this remote settlement where the inhabitants lurks away in the gloomy

We Could…

We Could... ode

You could be my husband, I could be your wife. Could do things for one another, which our significant other, finds so out of sight. You could play the guitar, or dance for me. I would be put in a

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer) short poem

July 20th, 1822. We’ve done it. As I lay down my tools for the last time, Here stands before me the fruit of my labour. This night, a technology beyond its time has been born. She truly is beautiful. A

Queen Of Darker Shades

Queen Of Darker Shades long poem

Girl, you’re beautiful can I call you ebony? you’re a black queen I got to see. I’m so into you, digging your regal body you have me tripin on your curves simply. I want to explore your mind in ways

First Aid

First Aid short poem

The most important thing to always remember, At no point should you put yourself in danger, For a moment step back, take time to assess, However, act promptly, you were taught by the best. You need to determine if they

Futurity

Futurity short poem

The show is on. Sedition will play with death now. Deceitful black knives, white gloves. No hope, battle lines are drawn. The wasps are whirring at a furious speed stings ready to inject venom. Bronzed body, huge turbaned skull. Eyes

Anarchy

Anarchy short poem

Wind prowled. You had a hornet’s sting buried half in your hand. Anaphylactic shock. Translates into night of terror. You hesitate to smile. Midnight blues. You cannot count the stars. Pesky. Stories spread about moon’s pink thighs. An ode to

Bonita

Bonita ballad

I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi)

Wreaths On Door (for Suu Kyi) short poem

Fingers printed on face they offered apologies for the mudslide after the typhoon standing on the mound of twisted bones; the state had the right to trample and extinguish a bright flame, a meteor, streak of dissent only the sect,

Aftertaste

Aftertaste short poem

That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep

The Garden

The Garden short poem

‘In this garden I take a rest To ease the sorrow in my chest For I have seen so many years Before I felt these flowing tears  The rains won’t fall, the clouds are gone The winds and trees knew

A Frayed Knot

A Frayed Knot short poem

Through all the pain and my sorrow I sometimes don’t want tomorrow Through pride and arrogance Brings my life a new dance. Through tears and agony Comes finding within, a different me Through loss of the times I did know

Seasons

Seasons prose poem

When winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow, I will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace . . . skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on

All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

All that is left of me Is an aching soul. A psalm of the sunset Ready to decay. All that is left of me Is a modern whore. A manipulative God covering the way. All that is left of me

Sitting Around The Corner

Sitting Around The Corner short poem

Sitting around the corner, Under an orange tree light; In elegant twilight; on a rainy night; Looking at her bountiful eyes; Rubbing the toes one another; A light pleasure of a mild touch; A leisure time face to face Under

I Walk Alone On The Path Of Love

I Walk Alone On The Path Of Love short poem

I walk alone on the path of love, To inspire the hearts of dove The word which is broken is called peace, And now I find its only piece A piece which may bring back harmony, which was burned into

Wag The Dog

Wag The Dog short poem

Roll up, roll up and welcome to the show Put your mind in neutral and go along with the flow The spin doctors are pumping out another remix on their digital decks Producers and directors using the full palette of

Nativity

Nativity short poem

While walking alone Speaking without words Yet hear all except human voice Amidst trees and woods and lawn Hearing the never exasperated rhythm Sung by the flowing waters The stories murmured by the passing breeze The shrill of squirrels We

That Day

That Day short poem

When you wanted to give him the best of all this world could ever give, He crumbled all your trust and promises, With your eyes facing down to earth, You decided to live. From the day he left you, With

Shine Bright In The Night

Shine Bright In The Night short poem

Years and years pass away, And how quickly we grow we can never say . All the people we meet , They come and go . You can never imagine how life is long , It’s a journey that you

Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep short poem

She can barely walk after a gruesome day at work There are bruises on her forehead, her knees looks like they hurt Her face looks pale and her smile has gone grim Her hands look wrinkled, her hair badly needs

Lineage

Lineage short poem

It was set on fire, the market place: from a distance I was watching, the hieroglyphic climate of the cutouts; some shoes with yellow human feet embedded in them, were thrown on the images of gods, lying on the steps

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Listening To The Sea – II

Listening To The Sea   II prose poem

I ride on the same tides which you reckon on My fears are fierce yearning to touch the shore I reflect the sun and moon and many a being I’m clear and calm deep within my recesses Can’t you hear