#tanzania - Hello Poetry

From the lofty snowcapped peaks of Kilimanjaro The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace, No need to hurry, this is not a race, Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew. As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue, There's movement spied where none existed moments prior, A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire, The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day. The few Wildebeest amongst them if only they could talk they'd say, We're happy to be safe in this weird and motley crowd, Despite the fact these Zebras are so boisterous and loud, What's a little banter when the promise is of grazing in contented peace. Double is their luck as the pert Egyptian geese Act as wary Sentinels, their honks resounding loud, Alerted by the pride of crouching lions, their countenance so proud, Scouting for that meal for their young to feed. A Wildebeest or two would fill those hunger pangs indeed, Were it not for those Hyenas prowling on their scent, To steal their hard-fought prize definitely hell bent, Neither party cowered, neither will give ground. But what's a little tiff when prey does so abound, A fragile land of bounty, God's country that's for sure, Where every single creature finds ways to gainfully endure, Africa in all its glory, nature’s living work of art.

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Jun 29, 2024

Jun 29, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC

raidoc

The Slopes of Kilimanjaro

From the lofty snowcapped peaks of Kilimanjaro The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace, No need to hurry, this is not a race, Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew. As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue, There's movement spied where none existed moments prior, A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire, The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day. The few Wildebeest amongst them if only they could talk they'd say, We're happy to be safe in this weird and motley crowd, Despite the fact these Zebras are so boisterous and loud, What's a little banter when the promise is of grazing in contented peace. Double is their luck as the pert Egyptian geese Act as wary Sentinels, their honks resounding loud, Alerted by the pride of crouching lions, their countenance so proud, Scouting for that meal for their young to feed. A Wildebeest or two would fill those hunger pangs indeed, Were it not for those Hyenas prowling on their scent, To steal their hard-fought prize definitely hell bent, Neither party cowered, neither will give ground. But what's a little tiff when prey does so abound, A fragile land of bounty, God's country that's for sure, Where every single creature finds ways to gainfully endure, Africa in all its glory, nature’s living work of art.

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Shyly they laugh and dance out the door. They're children, all children, without any care. Their clothes, all with holes, in complete disrepair. They're children, all children, without any care. Tables and chairs are painted with flair, But the legs are all broken, and the walls all have holes, but the children all play without any care How can they grow? When they all stare, at our cameras and movies and think in despair 'I am not smart, I am not fair, my life is my life, I cannot better my fare." So they play, as children, without any care.

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC

jerome-austin-johnson

Children

Shyly they laugh and dance out the door. They're children, all children, without any care. Their clothes, all with holes, in complete disrepair. They're children, all children, without any care. Tables and chairs are painted with flair, But the legs are all broken, and the walls all have holes, but the children all play without any care How can they grow? When they all stare, at our cameras and movies and think in despair 'I am not smart, I am not fair, my life is my life, I cannot better my fare." So they play, as children, without any care.

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Will you remember me, Tanzania? When my map of your curves is folded And I see no more your mountain in my mind Only your smile, straight as a line On the day I flew away. The wind travels far, Tanzania And I must follow Knowing you has left me hollow And thus I search But will you remember me? The feel of my flip-flop footfalls on your face, The sound of my laugh as your wind carried it away, Will you remember how your thorns pierced me, Pleading with me to stay? Oh, will you remember me Tanzania? We pause for a moment at the barbed wire fence, Brief it burned But coke-bottle circles in my cheeks will be my memento Like your dark-eyed children and how, somehow they grow Taller, darker, row on row. Tell me you will miss me so Oh Tanzania. Will you remember how your sun kissed my forehead? And how I tasted the feel of your words on my tongue? How I stole your air to fill my lungs? I stole as much as I could bear. Small, dark hands braided my hair Will you remember me, Tanzania? As I cling to these landmarks and scars Which fade from my mind, Remember how I shook as we left each other behind Remember how I wore your earth on my skin Then let your rains wash me clean How I felt your forest Brown and green You were not as you first seemed But nor was I Tanzania, Tanzania What will you remember? Here with your thoughts on mine, I bless the legacy of your skyline. Beautiful or ****** Oh, Tanzania Who do you say that I am?

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC

ariel-evangeline-baptista

Tanzania

Will you remember me, Tanzania? When my map of your curves is folded And I see no more your mountain in my mind Only your smile, straight as a line On the day I flew away. The wind travels far, Tanzania And I must follow Knowing you has left me hollow And thus I search But will you remember me? The feel of my flip-flop footfalls on your face, The sound of my laugh as your wind carried it away, Will you remember how your thorns pierced me, Pleading with me to stay? Oh, will you remember me Tanzania? We pause for a moment at the barbed wire fence, Brief it burned But coke-bottle circles in my cheeks will be my memento Like your dark-eyed children and how, somehow they grow Taller, darker, row on row. Tell me you will miss me so Oh Tanzania. Will you remember how your sun kissed my forehead? And how I tasted the feel of your words on my tongue? How I stole your air to fill my lungs? I stole as much as I could bear. Small, dark hands braided my hair Will you remember me, Tanzania? As I cling to these landmarks and scars Which fade from my mind, Remember how I shook as we left each other behind Remember how I wore your earth on my skin Then let your rains wash me clean How I felt your forest Brown and green You were not as you first seemed But nor was I Tanzania, Tanzania What will you remember? Here with your thoughts on mine, I bless the legacy of your skyline. Beautiful or ****** Oh, Tanzania Who do you say that I am?

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