"inclusions" poems
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
Daughters,sisters and brethren in the African womenfolk
Hail you, you are blessed among all the diversities of nature
You are blessed for all peace and love beahviour in all of your times
You are blessed for resilience and spiritual energy to soldier on
By being a woman,wife,a girl , a mother and a grand mother
In the African conditions which have no time for the women,
Daughters of Africa both at home in Africa and the diaspora
In Americas , Cuba,Brazil,or the whole Caribbean
Be blessed for your virtue of love and forgiveness
That swells your hearts as you ever treat to oblivion
Those who **** you whether in war or in peace
Even in marriage and the the offices
On the platter of polygamy, rituals and crudeness of culture
In the selfish farm labour where your spouse
Gives you a remote encounter with brutality of bourgeoisie culture
You always pick up the pieces and go for your stitches
Whatsoever the number, like the appalling one
Of above six stitches for the **** victims of Congo wars,
You have always consolidated poor Africa from
Smithereens of war and terrors of selfish male war,
You have often mocked the cult of dictatorship on its face
You have enticed social inclusions as societal virtue
You have snooked to tribalism,racism and class bigotry on the face
Them the cultic vices that have cemented Africa’s cult of dictatorship,
Daughters of Africa stand up and make Africa the a temple of God
Entice humanity with your wholesome fibre
Restore Liberia to a national state in the song of Sirleaf
Restore central Africa to a national family in the song Catherine
Restore art and poetry to Africa in the arms with Marriama Ba and Micere Mugo
Sire and Nurse African ecology unbowedly in the spiritual realm of Wangare Mathai
Restore and forge Africa forward you dear daughters
For the strength of your beauty my dear ladies
Has a global testimony in the prime of your motherhood.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
By leading with heart
Using a guillotine
Is where some start
Following Zen
And learning to crawl
Through ration of arts
Savouring the indelible sweetness
Helps lead the precocious
Enjoying inclusions
Doesn't have to preclude
Seeing with eyes
Can lead to deception
Best plant the seed
Using inception
That's why the Queen of Hearts
Whispers off with your head
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Thanks for showing me my own reflection, in the water’s mirror
a solid infusion, insurmountable intrusions by authority figures.
Not knowing exactly what to do with these forms,
we usually choose to keep them just the same.
The mind says, some are more important than others,
anyway, some bear fruit and others bear colors.
You must wear warm clothes in the winter
and let the obtuse angles, shatter the unwelcome inclusions
of cold weather; diffusions of rectangular protrusions,
surprise, i am aligned again with spirit;
while you remain hidden, behind that dismal screen;
another abysmal refraction of technology, numbing us daily.
I choose movement; blindly, kindly or spontaneous,
on spindly legs, spiders spin their winding webs.
Self reflective and expecting more from this world,
than just tired images, rehashed so many times
that they are burnt to a crispy death.
Let's respect our relations, and our ancestors,
and no longer shall we need to get lost on our vacations,
but instead find the treasure, that demands our complete attention.
If our lack of respect is a sign of the times,
then our lack of pride is so much more attractive to the divine.
Loopholes everywhere, yet we pretend to get caught in our own webs,
made out of pens and paper; thank you for saving those articles
tossed in wastebaskets, all the empty drawers in offices
are still busy being born; the moment, morning comes around to save them...
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
The revelations of numbers
Spawn inclusions in the mind
And matters of the heart
Start tapping in time
To the beat of the soul
The rhythm of the whole
The streets of the mystic
Where the wild waves roll
We look to our past
And what the future remains
To be written again
At the top of the page.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
I have tried for too long
to fit into your various segments
I have played the roles of
Christian
Passionate lover
Rebellious son
The perfect one-night stand
Intelligent workplace hero
Humble soccer talent
Competitive PC gamer
College graduate, master's holder
Friend with benefits
Big earner
*** addict in recovery
Devoted husband
Home updater
Fun party guy
Deep-thinking poet
Music-lover, dancer
I fit into none of the roles you have to offer.
I am a primate with a more sophisticated brain and a cleaner body. I declare this with reluctant disappointment.
An observer would see our race developing, bodies and populations increasing in complexity and order; patterns like cities, data flowing through fiber cables, and social constructs aligning like carbon atoms becoming a diamond.
But we will not reach the perfection of a lab-created stone.
We have significant inclusions,
The most glaring of which is purposelessness.
Is there anyone watching?
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
A unique glint compels the eye
Towards desolation
Pluck a stone from the desert floor
For examination
Would faceting reveal a prize?
Do its flaws void its worth?
Could it ever shine so brightly
It seems not of this earth?
Yet inclusions of baser stuffs
Are threaded through its veins
Harsh mineral imperfections
Which this beauty contains
They cannot be excised, you see
It would transform the stone
Into a hollow, pitted thing
So best leave it alone
Just drop it back into the sand
With spots you so abhor
Another hand will pick it up
One who can love it more
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Complications and frustrations
A raucous sound made by Misunderstandings and misinterpretations
Confusions, delusions, illusions
Are there Solutions and inclusions???
When does it end, how will it mend
Embraced by chains, drenched with pains
Tears turned into icicles
Oxygen filled with poison
Sensations, apprehensions, dedications
Washed away down the river of hopes
Drowning, failing, suffocating
If only...If only I can just breath
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
The stone lustered pink,
but in the lake, where I found it,
it destined to sink.
Only for a moment,
I held it in my hand.
And now, where it rests,
it holds my passions,
fears,
desires,
and plans.
It's like my heart sank to the bottom of the lake.
Really,
my lost object of affection
resides just off the beach.
But practically,
it lies
just out of my reach.
An ocean may as well separate us.
I won't ever find it.
And it won't try to find me.
I knew this piece of rose quartz
for such a short time.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know who first had it,
and I don't know why
an unknown soul
left it for me to find.
I remember how it glistened
such a pure, perfect pink.
It had no inclusions, blemishes,
or defects I could seek.
That precious stone,
that I never got to know,
I'll never see again.
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC