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AdultApathyHopeInspirationalPoetry

TALE OF UNITY by Al-Latif Kambo-Naa

We walked through a glass street door
Poised to be back in saloon room
Shake by wagging tale of unity where
Leaves fell from the bulging tree.

Tugged into clean muddy waters
Of a family yawning off hunger
In a land of abundant fruits
Carrying a huge cross of regret.

Took a three-sixty day of reflection
Dying in self-pity of the past
Hooked by words of ancient tree and
Roots sprout in covered soft layers.

In a place where friend fielded
In for a for in an ambush for glory.
An elite league of African legends
substituted in agony for the norm.

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HopeInspirationalPoetry

BY THE CHRISTMAS TREE

By the Christmas tree ? ??
Where the birth of Christ is heard, read, and spread

That Once upon a time
Even before the beginning of time

In a serene vicinity
Lived a beautiful lady, Mary
Right in royal King David’s city

She was very diligent, pious and gay
And while on her routine one auspicious day

An angel appeared out of the blue
To which she had no clue

But in all humility; she received his message with joy
For she’ll give birth to a baby boy

Whom she would call Jesus
Whose birth is meant to save us

Though Mary was engaged to Joseph
A carpenter full of himself

For when he got to know Mary has lost her virginity
To carry an untimely pregnancy

He almost refused to marry Mary
Until an angel appeared in his dream and told him not to worry

They later had a magnificent and a simple wedding ceremony in tranquility
A decree came for all heads to be numbered
So they travelled to a little town called Bethlehem to be counted

Since Mary was loaded with pregnancy
And was about to deliver in ecstasy
They searched and discovered a stable of vacancy

And like a pastors arrival to a revival
They earnestly awaited on the baby’s arrival

Mary gave birth to a blessed baby
In fact one with a heavenly origin

And As shepherds watched their flocks that holy night
Myriads of angels appeared in reflecting beams of light

To announce the good news of the holy baby

Herod the cruel king sent the three wise men to witness and report that beautiful sight
With an intention of attacking to kill the new born king with all his might

The three wise men discovered a sparkling star
That was not too far

leading them to their destination with ease
And upon finding Mary and baby Jesus they were so pleased

So they brought precious gifts
Of Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold
They bowed down and presented their gifts with joy untold

The wise men outwitted the wicked King Herod by switching their highway
Whilst the angels directed the blessed family another way

That day the world was blessed beyond measure and stood in awe

This is the Christmas story Our forefathers and father’s told
And we ought to retell it till we are all old

For the birth of Christ is the reason why we are free
And I gladly say it by the Christmas Tree.

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AdultFamilyFriendshipHopeInspirationalPoetry

IN APPRECIATION

Are you a comforter?

Or an Armageddon of the bed?

You forced sunshine into the night,

Your exploits echoed fear and joy

Into the annals of the born and unborn

You break human walls

In a vulnerable community,

welded by race and ethnocentrism.

I met you first in a car–

A lonely destination,

And you showed so much compassion.

You overlooked my dark colour,

Something you watched with your own eyes

Yet you accepted me wholeheartedly

Crushed long-held family conventions,

Built traditions that mend pots

engravings sharper than a razor blade

to give this beautiful life

that the first poem I wrote

echoed you.

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HopeLifePoetry

Dim light

Once a bright star and a beloved

Now you are nowhere to be discovered

Like a dim moon
Or an ended toon

It was a great show anyway

Waking up everyday beside someone you know I say

A perfect picture

Now with a terrific nature

Horrific to look at

For the bright lights are now gone out

Leaving the atmosphere stygian

With invisible shadows

Stealing the ecstasy of the libertarian

Who now resides in hollows

Struggling to be apparent in the spotlight

With every possible might

Despondently, your return cannot be anticipated

Till our lives become terminated

For situations at times

Present us with limes

But if you can make the bitter sweet

Then the sweetness will always retweet

All hopes can fall out

All lights may dim out

But look further in the tunnel that is darkened

For there’s actually a light at the very end that is well brightened

Dim light you may be now but brighter is your end.

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HopeLifePoetrySpoken Word

Rally

Raise the platform in the alley

And let’s conduct a campaign rally

Let’s promise them a heaven amidst the storms

Let’s ensure something new, something out of the norm

Draft a new Propaganda

Dubbed “the agenda for a prosperous Africa”

Let us preach their utmost interest

And place it above every existing nest

Yes! yes!, that is what politicians Promises us;

Several non-existing development.

Yet we know what they truly meant

That all was for their Selfish interest

Full of greed and selfishness

Trading our welfare as if their own business

Corrupting the institutions

Polluting the populations

Trading our long lasting peace

With argument, war and corrupt practices just for a silver piece.

Advancing the knowledge gained from our books

Just for looting our resources for their shooting boots.

Oh Mama Africa

Till when will your cries be heard?!

Till when will your smiles be spread!?

Let’s raise the platform again

This time no falsehoods and selfish gains

This time let’s consider the natives livelihoods and pain

Let’s practise what we preach

And make every resource and opportunity get to everyone’s reach

Let’s have love for all and hate for none

And Africa will surely unite as one.

 

by DaCosta de Poet?

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HopeLifePoetry

E SURE FOR US ALL

We know say for some of us
Na for ghetto dem born us
Na for ghetto we go school
The school we go self no be first class
Na for ghetto we dey grow up
But e no mean say We no go make am.

We know say for some of us
Our Papa no be minister
Our Papa no be millionaire
E fit be say some of us no get Papa self
But e sure for us, we go make am
So far baba God dey with us.

We know say for some of us
Na we hustle pay our school fees
We no say even connection we no get
Say we reach where we reach today
Na we hustle am out
But the thing be say, God dey with us

We know say for some of us
We no get fine house to live
we no get better motor
But e sure for us say
One day this hustle go pay
God no go shame us at all.

 

By Linda Okafor ??
Zealous Poetess ✨

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HopePainPoetry

THE MISTAKE OF A SINGLE MOTHER

Unaware of the mistake that brought her grief and sorrow

She was rejected by those who love her

Her mind like balloon garland of many thoughts

Confusion trails her

The scar is anew in mind’s screen

And her pillow is wet all night

 

Grief has kept on knocking on her door

Anxiety has torn her clothes

And my heart is ripped apart

Nobody to share her broken heart with

Wedding cord is unheld

And the cordless bond had pain in its citrus juice

 

No blessing is tied to this cord

And the shame I dwell in steadily keeps my heart to the kids unborn

Pregnancy out of wedlock, a taboo in her clan

She toiled all day in bulged belly

Born into a land of flesh, the fetus doubled

The pain of raising the kids have stiffened her heart

 

She sleeps and her heart’s awake

Who will raise the kids with her?

Agonized by her mistake

And driven out in the second trimester

In cold and no roof over her

She toiled to feed the joy

That gladdens her heart

 

If her parents were alive

Fate would have smiled

Mother’s love would be like the chess queen protecting the chess Kings unborn

Hatred surged in the heart of those who should have loved

How would she feed the kids?

Misery piles up in her heart

 

The cross l bear is to care for my kids

My womb was a house that kept them warmth

There is no roof to keep them warmth again

Belly buttons tended in ignorance

The love of my kids is an undying flower

That grows in my thought

I love my kids with all heart

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HopeInspirationalLifePoetry

REACH FOR THE SKIES

If l can’t get to the clouds
I will reach for the skies

If l can’t be wealthy
I will reach for comfort

If l can’t get to the moon
I will reach for its light

If l can’t get love from you
I will reach for friendship

If l can’t get to the stars
I will long for its greatness

If l can’t get to the sun
I will long for its brightness

If l can’t be on earth
I will long for heaven

If l can’t get help
I will learn to help

If l can’t get love
I will learn to love

I will rather reach for the skies
To illuminate the world with its brightness

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HopeInspirationalLifePoetry

BRAVE TO DEATH

On that oath ‘I shall fight to save my father land’ I stood.
On that pledge ‘no matter the situation I shall fight’ I stood.
I’ve lived like I’ve got no bond, no family
Left in the field of foes
Fighting Fearlessly to save my people.

The rains of bullet
From the enemies flowed, Hunting to devour us.
As I combated fearlessly
I felt the sharp pierce of the bullet, so hot as it found it’s way deep inside of me
Gallantly as a soldier, I attempted to move, but then my legs had frozen,
I stargared, screemed
As I see the breathe of life
Shot away from me

Brother!
In your might, you’d try to save me
A defender, you fought hard to be my shield.
Brother I hear you screem, I answer you but you can’t hear my voice
Voice that has faded to the realm of another world.

Brother, tell the country
I had fought so hard
Fought to defend them from these merciless foes
Go tell my wife, that I feel so ashamed
The promise! ‘I will come back for you’ I failed to keep.
Tell my descendants
I was brave at the war front
I was brave to death
I died in an attempt to defend them

Don’t cry for me brother, I fought bravely,
And Bravely I have died.
In my attempt to save lives I lost mine.

By Linda Okafor

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AdultHopeLifePainPoetryWar

YOUR GAZE: YOUR POWER TO LIFE BY YASIRA YUSIF AND AL-LATIF KAMBO-NAA

You claim her dressing entices you,

Really!?

Brother!

Aren’t you supposed to lower your gaze?
What stopped you from it?

Concupiscence?

Ooh!

You were meant to be an angel to her on earth

Not a beast

You ‘re a human, not a beast

And should’ve behaved like one

But……Ugh!

You weeded a farmland
Our ancestors never weeded.
A grass they never walked on
Water they never drunk

You breathe air they never breathe
Wind they never felt
Sunshine that never touched their skins
Beds they never slept.

You saw things they’ve never seen
Laughter they never laughed
Sauntering they never did
Haggles they never knew.

Into the Badlands, you craved,
Wore brain tools there never dreamt
Casket (imaginations) they never laid
Mechanical Shoes they never footed.

And whoever had given you much,
Expected much from you,
So did they labor and toil
All for society’s benediction.

Yet in our contemporariness,
Society had become the victim,
Not just the bad roads weeded
But the unexpected antecedence.

And to lay a hand on a sepulcher–
God’s own chosen abode;
When HE, and HIMSELF, cautioned,
Is the least humanity bargained.

Ahem! A bountiful price looms,
Pangs not sharper than anvil’s cry,
Breathless wails in a half dug pit,
Pebbles waisted on an illustrious life.

A voice trailed the moonlight,
‘If you had lowered your gaze,
You wouldn’t have fallen into the Crater.”

Soaked in a sobbing crowd–for and against–
Scar, darker than a birthmark, shouting,
So many words might have died in dungeons,
But not mine! Not mine! Not mine! Not…

By

Al Latif Kambonaang
&
Yasira Yusif

 

picture credit: iStock.com

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