Saturday, May 22, 2010

Mother's Day by Abigail George

She remains poised
With a baby’s breath
With diamonds in her eyes,

Pieced together
With worldly materials,
The edges of an unholy precipice,

Roses wrapped in a glass vase
Their skin butterfly-delicate
Their heads focused membrane-thin

Petals shrouded like pulp
Stained like the lines on paper;
Blood-red taut love knots

Only a glove
Would fit your hand
Perfectly now

Your drumming, beating,
Beautiful, pulsing heart;
I follow your thrilling progress

Your tension
Through life with pride
Her roses give off a red love light

She is free
Even in the dark
She is on my side

She is still a goddess to me
Natural, warm, giving,
Generous, gracious, all heart

It is my heart that melts,
That questions nothing,
That communicates nothing.

Things that once changed
Left and right, hung in the balance
Gives every centre a middle

Like animals stirring in the wild
Although trapped, dirty, stumbling,
They lick their young

You never strive
To communicate your undying,
Unconditional love to me

You never struggled to commit
To a private showing of it
Like seawater it rushes through me

Like when I was a child
Under the sun at the beach
Hands flushed, sticky and sweet.

I Have A Poem by Walter Keyombe

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll spread the message with its fires
Towards the planets with holocausts or killings
A poem that’ll talk about reality amongst the
Communities tortured and marginalized
A poem that’ll be against female mutilations
With sex violation and child abuse
A poem that’ll sail on the oceans, seas
And lakes.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll flow deep in the hearts of mankind
Imagination with persecution and murder
A poem that’ll transform many faces from sadness
To joy in the season of revolt
A poem that’ll fly above the moons, stars
And suns.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll born the richness of solidarity
For the poor and needy ethnicities
A poem that’ll climb the mountains with rocks
Against the tribal war and hatred
A prayer that’ll linger across the borders, horizons
And skies.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll never accept dictatorships
But the democracy to embrace the integrity and equality
A poem that’ll victoriously shines in the midst
Of darkness to steer the world for light
A poem that’ll challenge the axis of conflicts, hunger
And war.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll change the masses from
Racialism and imperialism to harmony that prevails
A poem that’ll face no fear on the Leaders
Of the earth in the nuclear advancement
A poem that’ll heal the children, mothers
And fathers.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll sweep away intimidation
And humiliation of racism
A poem that’ll stand by the justice
Towards the sufferers and victims on soil of
Terrorism and Aids stigma
A poem that’ll bring the new dawn
To the less fortunate, disabled
And the poor.


I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll resist the subjugation towards
The innocent creation and nature burning
A poem that’ll uphold our dignity and rights
Against the imperialists nightmares storms
A poem that’ll reign on the rivers, streams
And valleys.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll fight for my rights, your destiny
Against poverty and violence
A poem that’ll take its paths on the clouds
Of machinations with tribalism
To bring back reconciliation within the dust
Of bloodshed of massacre
A poem that’ll call for the struggle
Against the tyrants holding the oppressions
And discrimination towards culture
A poem that’ll condem the child trafficking, slavery
And child soldier.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll reflect on the lives
Living in despair with no hope for future
A poem that’ll free the deprived races
From the rising massacre and destruction
A poem that’ll boldly demonstrate against
Military dominance within the humanity dignity
A poem that’ll swiftly tread in the slums, towns
And cities.

I have a poem for peace to the world
A poem that’ll curse child Labour,
And early marriage on the rise
A poem that’ll condem and break all arms, bullets
And bombs to justice that prevails
A poem with the vision to the mission
Against inhumanity, IMPUNITY
And injustice.

Yes!
I have a poem for peace to the world

A poem!
Like Martin Luther King had
A Dream.

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