"kabiri" poems
Like a male monkey you rises up
And thumps hard your chest-it is you and you only!
O Man! You forgets, who you are and what you are is Nature’s
She generously gives and she avariciously takes-
Just a few chances she is giving you to repent before she ruthlessly returns
She is a sharp, doubled edged sword-merciful and merciless!
Man, Humanity is not hostility: Humanity is humility!
Like Sheol that is never satisfied you want to swallow the whole world
Like death you want to take everything, big-small-you want to stomach all
Everything you want to keep to yourself, to be to your entitlements
You take and leave nothing at all for the harmless hopeless-the voiceless
Yet you easily forgets, when the angel of death calls it’s only you and your soul in burials
Your ill amassed pride, wealth and health is not with you anywhere in this your brutal trials
Man, Humanity is not gullibility: Humanity is generosity!
O man! O man! You fills the whole world with mortality
You have killed the sole essence of the soul’s endless immortality
With your undignified dishonesty, your free-will to filthy immorality
War you begins wealthy to get-war is a supernormal profiting business
Man, Humanity souls has never been subjects to severity but sanctity!
Innocent-as little as little children-you murders-they were inevitable!
Common civilians’ deaths are collateral damages-inescapable!
You forgets who you are-you are a little loaned, little you returns for judgment
Here no allies to look after your backs, no cracks to corruption kickbacks-
It is the fairest of all hearings, a ***** for a ***** it is not for a big spoon!
Man, Humanity is not ignobility: Humanity is dignity!
What you are given to govern you governs not
What you are given to take care of you pilfers all
For you and your lineages eternal legacies-the richest ever to have graced the earth!
Yet you forgets, Master a little while returns to put you to a rigorous account
And whoever much is given-that much is also expected, what will be your report?
Man, Humanity is not royalty: Humanity is loyalty!
Humanity is a community, not a sorority of individuality!
Humanity is not infidelity: Humanity is honesty
Humanity is not how wealthy: Humanity is how a loyal legacy
Humanity is not how large is your multinationals entity:
Humanity is how huge is your small heart-its hospitality
Humanity is a humble history, a saintly story!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
She tends softly her man
As well as all her children
She aint seeking for equity
She is seeking for prosperity
Growth, of all her generations
She knows well her traditions
Not to be in combatant competitions
Not to fight the physical equal wars
But to strengthen the spiritual-mental walls
And they call her in tough titles-submissive and foolish
All she does is, a sit-home mum, bear and then perish
But she knows well all she wants-her family to flourish
In the hearts of the matters there you will find her
Strong and willed to build and leave her legacy
Moral men and wise women-humans of substance
She is a pillar to her home
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
She sits on her sack, in her arms
A giant club to clobber her farms-
Her fields fat yields of yams
And she beats their pulps till powders
They are all ground refined white dusts
Pu! Pu! Pu! Goes her game's rhythms
Pu! Pu! Pu! Shakes her shoulders
Pu! Pu! Pu! Her biceps fats dances with each fast beatings
Pu! Pu! Pu! Strong, on, urges her throbbing breast chest
Pu! Pu! Pu! Comes back the hard works echoes
Like her man in mines and farms and fields she, too, salty sweats
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
On her back is a bundle of woods
On her head balanced, is a load of loads
On her back is a can of waters
On her back is a baggage of belongings
On her back is her children
On her bent back she is a farmer weeding her fields
All in a day’s daily work without complains
African woman, who stronger woman, than you?
She is the backbone of her family
She is the umbilical cord of her folks
She is their heart and soul and spirit
She doesn’t retire until she expires
Early she is up-late she is asleep, O Mama-African woman!
Even with all gone, she still as a mother chicken them all broods
She still them all remembers as my dear little children
Mama, African woman! Mama, who there be like you?
African woman
You are the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
When they all walk naked-liberal
She has a wrapper for her *****
A cloak to guard her gold-her fertile groins
She knows, good honey is deeply hidden in hives
And inside these hidden hives are strong stings
Bad eyes are a sight for witches-evil ruins
Her petals plains she must by all means protect
Until right comes the most suitable honeybee
Until right comes the sweetest singing hummingbird
Until moral comes the most beautiful butterfly
Until then, her nectar is not for every eye-tongue
Gathered she covers her fine curves
For she is the most beautiful of the divines-African Woman!
The strongest woman-the cradle of all human!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
"As you prepare to hop into New Year and celebrate its Newness, ponder and think of Aleppo-Syria, S.Sudan, Congo and many warring Nations. Pray that 2017 may be a year of peace and consolation."
ALEPPO!
For Humble Humanities of Aleppo-Syria, S. Sudan, Congo and all Warring Nations, Peace be upon you!
Aleppo, beautiful Aleppo
There only as a desolate sad memory!
Aleppo, a sadly stolen ivory
Aleppo, cry-tears without a drain-dry
Aleppo, last of light
She has fallen, fatally
Beautiful bride of Arabia
O sweet heart of Syria
A rubble of rust dust
She lays lost and desperate
Scraps-a mass of maimed mess
Aleppo, a tale of was
Aleppo, a lonely woman in deep grief
Aleppo, a loner lost in her wilderness of laments
Aleppo, Aleppo, fallen yet not mourned
Aleppo, suffering yet not aided
Aleppo, dilapidated yet of sweet taste
Aleppo, fallen, fallen to unrecyclable waste
Aleppo, pathetic crumbled rubbles of past pretty paste
Aleppo, women mourning
Aleppo, men groaning
Aleppo, children moaning
Aleppo, wasted, as world silent watches
Aleppo, true, war profits some, war is a profiting business!
War funds Big Uncle Sam and his Allies’ economies
For Aleppo falls in silences of his bullish bragging democracies
Like Libya, like Syria, like Afghanistan, like Iraq……
All falls to their allied mercenaries
Women suffers, men labours, children’s-offers of overs
Aleppo, a wreck of debris, a forgotten woman
Aleppo, a ***** and left woman
Aleppo, a defiled and done man
Aleppo, a molested and mutilated child
Aleppo, a shell of hanging skeletons
Aleppo, bones and fleshes long gone
Aleppo, fallen, fallen into an eternal sleep!
Aleppo, fare-thee-well: Aleppo, rest-in-eternal-peace!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
The sun scours her
Snow scrapes her
Frosts feasts her
Mist munches her
Fog freezes on her
Dew develops and dries on her
But she is resilient
Like gigantic ancient hills
She is caring Mama still
Rearing her kids will
Like cedars that straight stands
In Lebanon’s forested lands
She is a shady giant old oak
She does not wither
But stronger she withstands
The hurricanes, the sad storms
With cools and calms
She has no qualms
But a strong will-determinations
Mama, my strong woman!
All alone she shoulders
She does not complain or blame
In silence she just sings
Her strong woman’s songs
Blessings to her sons and man:
To her daughters and children
That time may pass by well
With a hand of sacred spell
And their future good foretell
Curses and causes erase complete
Diseases and damnations delete
Mama, a strong woman!
Nine months she carries with passionate cares
With no scares, sorrows or grumbling sorry
She cares for her bulge with a compassionate worry
Daily she gently it rears
Minute by minute
She fondly feels it
Her foetus forming
Stroking, it calming
Her other duties still perfectly performing
Mama, my passionate woman!
In pains she benevolently bears
Me she benignly beholds
Young as old-still her child
Till either, sadly and sorrowfully is no more
Mama, my strongest woman!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
Jump into my arms and there find sweet rests
Climb into my soul and there get calm comforts
Come, come into my heart and find everlasting peace
Come take a walk into my being
And there enjoy truer compassions
Plenty of sincere and pure passions
My heart will be with you
My soul will be for you
My breath will be under you
My body will abide with you
My thoughts and wants; feelings and emotions
My desires and aspires; urges and yearns
Will be at home with you, in your true jails
Just come, come experience my ambience
Just come, come be my soul’s solo audience
My heart awaits for your sanctimonious salience
My thoughts will be for you
My dreams will be for you
You will be the revere of my reflections:
The respect of my contemplations
My brain will follow your will
Your will, will be my daily fill
In every of me I will you truly feel
For with you I am in total capitulation
My veins are open to carry you back to your humble hut-my heart
My arteries are widening to sail you through your dignity-my divinity
My Vena amoris is all yours, a private jet to airlift you to your sacristy-my soul
You only need to come home, if only you come home!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 3:27 AM UTC
O MY LOVE, WHERE THOU ART?
In my heart lies a beautiful land
A so wonderful Eden wealthy with fortunes
A Disney of desired treasures and pleasures
Yet inviolate, undiscovered and unexplored
In my soul sleeps in wait a cozy of comforts
A bed of flowery roses and fluffy linens
An exquisite suite of cottons, chiffons and satins
A ****** bed, uninhabited and unoccupied
My face and space is an endless world of amorous fondness
My eyes are a teary glassy pane, a gate pass to a waiting soul
A waiting soul to sincerely donate and devote:
A waiting heart to loyally obligate and dedicate
My arms and palms stretches with plenty of passion and compassion
My embraces are cradles of craves for a soul to cuddle in obsession
My chest is a laid lavish cushion, a destiny of love and affection
Waiting for an immaculate one to implore and explore this fortune
Deep in groves of my thoughts
In the labyrinths of my minds
Hidden is a grail rich of feelings and love
An overflow of emotions waiting for one to touch and attach
A flood of ardour for one to truly adore and worship
O my love, where thou art?
Are you in the skirts of winds and airs to catch my breaths
Are you in the suns and summers to feel my worming warmths?
Are you in the stars and moons to glimpse on my lonely stance?
Are you in the hills and deserts to watch my naked noon’s dunes dance?
Are you in the silences and quietness to listen to the dirge of my sorrowing calms?
O my love……………………where art thou?
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
“To love is to tenderly dig into someone’s mind:
His or her heart and soul to forever find!
Care and carry compassionately in storms and in winds
To love is to find an eternal peace in the one that you lovingly abides
Love is to find a familiar ground that two forever binds!
Love is the joy shared by two that in this journey, true rides!
In love are routes rough, in love are ways tough, in love are rails-grids that grinds
Though, in love are determined souls that never part but remains set in strong stands”
A kiss is a stamp of love
To feel your breath warmth in mine
An emboss, an assurance of love
Our staring gaze, the stupors for each other’s sight
Is a language stronger than words-written or verbal
Understood only by two fools honestly hungry for each other
The beauty and peace of your voice
Candidly meaning your saying that you love me alone forever
Is an indelible engrave of our love
Music, a sweet sacred hymn to my soul
Like a piper’s pious pipe, it is a song to my ears
A solemn instrumental, sentimental to my heart
To hear the heart beat of your heart
In the strong embraces of your arms
It’s a stigmata to our love, there to be binding forever!
An umbilical cord strapping us together end-ever
To listen to the whispers of your soul in our feelings and flows
To feel the silences of your heart in our emotions and elations
Is to be entangled in eternal love, to be chained in forever love
You are mine, there is no way I will let you go!
I will fight for you, I will care for you!
I will love you forever and ever for our love is forever
I will love you beyond any Heaven's heights or Earth's extents
Now in its extant and ever even when we are lost extinct
We will watch the earth form and deform together
Nature, magnificently make and despondently delete together forever
Together we will quietly listen to the melodic music of the universe forever
When the sun sad burns, I will be your shade
When storms rage havoc, I will be your shelter
And when the rains pound, I will still be your umbrella
When lightening rudely strikes and thunders raucously scares
I will still be there besides to care, your scares to cure
When snows severely fall, I will be your oven, kiln warmth
When summer and springs sweet sings, I will be your mild melody
And when autumns dull comes, I will be the joy to raise your moistened moods
To who do you owe your heart to? To you I owe my heart
In my heart is my all-my soul, it that outlives me-dust!
Keep compassionate care of my spirit, until I returns-compost!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Come my love
Come, let me sing you a poem of love
Come my dove
Come, let me forever you have
Come my love as a whole
Come, let me hold you in the breaths of my soul
Listen, O! My dove, my Songs of Solomon
Come quell my desiring demon
For your kinds are millions of million
But only you daughter of Zion
Only you is my Lord’s own choice
Hearken for, to my compassionately calling, courting voice
Come……come………come my love!
Flowers give scents: my heart gives you earnest love
Jewels give glamour: my soul gives you sincere love
Ores gives resources: my spirit gives you a grace of eternal love
Riches give status: my divinity gives you a wealth of true love
Honey gives you sweet tastes: my thoughts are always with incenses of your love
My heart beats with pounds of you in every of its seventy-two rounds a minute!
Come my love, come my humble dove
Come, love of my love, breath of my life
And I will love you truly till forever
Come like dawn after darkness
Like sunlight after winter
And awake my slept soul
Come burn my soul whole
With sparkles of love and laughter of delights
You are the soul of my soul
You are the flesh of my flesh
You are a bone of my bone
You are a product of my blessed breaths
A rib extracted from my divine sleeps
You are the wealth of my heart
Only you in millions of millions shone brightest
Come honey, drip in me like pure milk
Flow in me like frankincense’s fragrances
Like myrrh, mark my aromas with your scents
O! Jasmine, perfume me with your petals
Like Lilies of the valleys, like purple lavenders of the plains
Surround my soul with a perpetual beauty of your amorous love
Mi Amor, I am yours-yours truly, will you be mine-mine eternally?
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
Shepherds in haste are hurrying to Bethlehem
Their sandals on, their staffs in hand, their flocks alone
Shepherds what have you heard from the plains?
In the distant meadow fields-you haste to Jerusalem
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
We have seen a bright star heading east
We are hurrying to where we saw the bright star
From mountains and moorlands far
We have heard whole heaven sing all this silent night:
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
Shepherds what have you found in the east?
Now that you return to your fields jubilant
We have seen and adored the Holy Child
Now we return jubilant to our wild
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
Magi, Wise men what have you seen?
You hurry east carrying gifts
Gold-Frankincense-Myrrh-Kingly have been
What a choice of symbolic gifts!
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
We have heard the King of the Universe is born
One foretold longtime ago by your Prophets
We hurry to Bethlehem with our gifts
To worship and adore him, this Holy Newborn
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
Herod, what have you heard you look vicious?
Herod, what have you heard you look jealous?
The Magi are seen hurrying east carrying kingly gift
The Shepherd have passed here in haste to praise Christ
They say He is the said to come-King of the Universe
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
Joseph what have you heard in a dream?
What has the angel said while in slumber you stream?
‘Rise, take the Holy Child and the ****** Mother
And to the Land of Egypt, there take refuge
Until such a time dies, he who seek him to damage
Glo-ri-a, in Excelsis Deo! Glory be to God on High!
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
On a cotton-pyrethrum-rubber-sisal-canes plantations
In a coal, copper, iron, ores mines excavations
*** on hand, basket on back, metal bowl on head
Sun burning high as hell’s brutal blazes
Snow falling furiously as Vikings vitriol violence
Coal furnaces fuming as sulfurous fiery flames
Bent backs, bare butts, naked feet
White snow-balls quick picks
‘Niglets’ tagged besides or behind their parents spent backs
Bruised fingers, blistered hands, bleeding arms-palms
Boulder rocks rolls, bronze bowls lifts
Each sad with each, low grumbles
For master behind a beast is in watch
His scourging whip eager to swoosh
At any slight rubber swing switch
And leave a dear wound pain sorrowful only to oneself
Brothers sorrowful, tears rolls down
Their torn cheeks and chins
As thorns thrusts severe ****** his fingers
Swift he leaks sweet the crimson squirt before on fur-fluffs spills-
The white ***** is to be as pure as its breeds brands *****
And on he urges the pounding pains on
Brother damaged shoulders wracks
Tired feet him lags the long rugged wound up the mines holes
Sisters sad sobs, grimaces her faces
As thistles prickles her pretty arms-palms
Teary she withholds her agonies
The master is not supposed to see tears or tires
And on she begs her aches
For in the evening the mercy
Will be at the scales tilt
Not much the ****** and pains endured
Child on a pillory is crucified
And mum he watches with bitterness his helpless father
And big brothers molested-mistreated-mutilated hopelessly
Tied on trialing poles pain pulling his mangled muscles
Silent in pain she grieves irately her haplessly mother
And small sisters routinely ***** helplessly
Master is a monster who freely picks and haves who he wants
But as necessity knows no law!
Sufferings enough begins to bottle
Slowly struggles begins to battle
In ****** farms revolutions starts to swell
******* in noose and nooks dare their scares
Till liberty little returns ending
Barbaric brutality of spread slavery
And Negroes became a bit legal.....
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
Dens, devils dark alleys
Apart from the quiet disco beats
The house-techno-electronics melodic
Or timbres of the naughty riddims rhythmic
And the dim coloured alternating disco-lights
Else, Dens are blurry dark
With all addicts-of *** narcos or gins
In there no one sees no one
Just the silent talks of sins around
The usual businesses brought them there
In the mixture of multicoloured lights
So no one will talk of anyone once lights returns
Yet they shared something in common
A gal maybe, a cocoa puff or a shisha vapour!
A cigar smoke or a ***** tot and danced it ***** to dawn
In there are naked nudes-
Dames as well as few muscled-dudes
Teasing silent seated decent dressed
Stripping, selling their worth or wealth
To these willingly seriously immerged
In the occults of the immoral ****
Some are seductively rolling with the podium poles
Their greased groins incised on it metallic luster
Grating-grinding-dancing dirtily down
Its silvery smoothness in timed tempting
Slow spicy synchronic, slutty slides
Watching the salivating seated
Erotically elated shift in their chairs
Some, skimpily skinned are snaking their boneless bodies up-down
In caressing zigzags of mastered dancers ***** arts
Immorally exposing their mostly expensive parts in bits
To tempt and trap these blind corrupted moths in their Lucifer’s lights
Forcing them to dig deeper their posh pockets to pay to be bemused
Business here is crooked, dark!
Like ***** and her Gomorrah
Or Tyre and her Sidon
It begins with the fall of the night:
The extinguishing of the day's light
And ends with moments to dawn’s bright
In there all night are all dealers of immoralities
Of dark arts, of *** or of drugs
Goons as well as criminals of government deals
And the corrupt business billionaires sandwiched
Richly enjoying the **** of the sinfulness-
Sharing, wasting, the rapacious richness
Of their easily gained supernormal profits
On these salacious naked nudes, free to feel
In there in the masquerade of these rainbow lights
No one sees no one, no one will say of anyone
Just cash exchanges hands
You got it, you get what you need
All the services you want-its all at your watch
With just a snap of the finger, all easily you acquire
You are the master, everyone else your servant slave-
At your disposal to your utmost attendance
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Eve, bride of my pride
Eve, beauty of my dreams
Look at you, how you're-gorgeous
Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious
Magnificent, good-looking and golden
As the unconquered summer moons
Up high in nights with cloudless sky
Burning the tiring night into a new day
See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow
See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow
Like smooth symphony of walking waves
Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves
Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes
Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes
Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs
So soft long as satins wools strings
Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends
Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers
Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers
What a blend of sacred strand brands!
Eve, instrument of my adores
Eve, O my saint, mi amours!
How beautiful is your trace
So graceful, everything in its space
All occupants in their rightful place
Look at your face, like an infant angel’s
So tender and soft, brilliant and bright
So sacred and smooth just as purity light
Overflowing with holiness and goodness
Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours
Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences
Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions
Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses
So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations
Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms
Your feathery feels, light in my palms
Your tender body, abandoned in my built
So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured
Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises
Eve, goddess designed for me
Dream, resurrected from mine
Alloy, made from mine meats mettle
Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle
Flower, eternal instrument of my delights
You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness
And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences
Eve, apple of my youthful eye
Rose of my maiden garden
Pomegranate of my pleasures
Eve, woman of my resting ribs
A make of my make, glory of my cheery!
How lovely you are!
How excellent you are
Covet of my cravings
How wonderful you are
Woman of my desires
How piously holy you are
Benediction of my adorations
O my object of obsessions
Dream of my awakes
Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes
Massage of my mild caresses
Soft, tenderness of my feels
How do I wish to always wake
In your peaceful palpable palms
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
Like dandelions
Unwanted weeds
That sweet still loyal remains
Comforting and consoling-condoling!
Hanging and hugging-overtaking
Our left and forgotten solo soul mounds
Like algae and fungi
Graying mulch molds
That dear and royal remains
Clinging and overhanging
Pretty painting lovely and lively-beautiful
Our crumbled and fallen ashy-grey epitaphs-crosses, mausoleums
Like silences and scares
That masks and covers
The secrets of the cemeteries
The truth of the gone obituaries
The dead true eulogies
Silent, alive and alone she harbours our lost memories
She still clings to my gone soul
With the same love-same hope-same whole
Same zeal-unshaken and unchanged
Same as in our younger and youthful days
She still holds the history of out times together
The memory of our moments: courting-copulating-loving-leaving…….
She was Laura, lover of my youthful *****
She was my first and forever
My immortal and eternal
Dandelion, sweetheart of my heart and art-life!
One that still royal and loyal-lively remains
Attached to my just decaying remains
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC
From this moment on I set my eyes on you
My optics locked into your twinkling stars:
Eyes innocent and compassionate;
A face soft and ******
A cherub’s-seraph’s pedigree
My heart leapt with enthusiasm
My soul raced with altruism
My spirit splinted with your mysticism
My body yearned for your divine deism
My divinity wanted only you-there and then!
The sun stopped journeying and yearning and warming
I wished for it no more to light my days and ways-terraces and spaces
The moon stood still denied of its gracious gleaming and glimmering
I wished for her no more to light my naked nights and surly sights
I only wished for you my love, you-my places and spaces to shimmer
The stars looked livid and tired in their splashing sprinkle twinkle
I wished no more for them to shine and twine-radiate and illuminate
I only wished for you, to be lost in those your lovely innocent eyes look
To last glow and go blind in the lovely looks of your immaculate love book
When you whispered and hummed to my ears and fears
In that Gabriel’s Incarnate Annunciation salutation:
“Hail my love, full of grace, do you truly love, to deserve my love….!”
O Lord! To this venerable voice my simple soul I sincerely bequeath:
My heavy-heart’s, covetous-laden burden, I humbly abandon
And when you massaged and relaxed my spirit
With that inviolate and immaculate heavens’ smile
O Heaven! Why are you so far hidden?
When you touched and cached my heart
In those soft and slender, tender and fonder fingers
O coveting! Why are you so forbidden?
When you caressed and soothed my soul
In those polite palms and arms, smooth as baby’s gentle bums
I ceased to live in this earth and took off to your heaven
I existed no more in this hell of a lot ridden
I set off on a journey to your Eden Garden
You soothed my specter with your peaceful charms
You quelled my elf with your soft, sweet dreams
You opened in me an unquenchable chasm
That could not get enough of your enzymes
An insatiable gorge always seeking for your calm warm
From that moment on-
To this moment here
My love, my lady!
You have always been
My soul’s only queen
I have always loved you the same:
With the same zeal and feel-
Loyal and altruistic!
And I will always love you so
True, to the day I die!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Whoever brought war to this world
Must have been an evil devil
See, fertile fields idle
Greenness they cradle
But inside them life crumbles
Lives many lives inside their bellies
They cruelly cuddles
What a human’s riddle
When masses in concentrated camps retires
As slowly they falls and expires
A heap of thin eaten bones
Humans as zombies-hell rotten clones
Just stashed skinny skeletons
Returns to humanitarians huts heartbroken
To wait to be just shrines
Of the fatal or battle famines
Fields sleeps still untilled
Occupied only by healthy bushes and shrubs
Humanity die unfilled
Fast of unsanitary outbreaks and scab-scrubs
Land lay undisturbed
Weeds wishing for someone them to pick
Humans perish perturbed
Of traumas, stigmas-too weak and so sick
Of hunger and starvation
Of thirst and malnutrition
Of deaths and devastations
Of infections and infestations
Of war-executions and explosions
Humans die of war-poverty and slavery-suppressions
Whoever brought war
To this well world’s wall
Must have been a devil for all
Can you look at them?
Once or if twice grace you've
Do you see little children?
If still they merit-forbidden!
Withered, shriveled like leaves in dry droughts
Just leanly stretched skins of skeletons
It tries to cry, a hiss like a yawn comes out
A malnourished mass-flame of fragile bones-
A stillborn foetus silently hibernating-mercifully striving living
Patched head becoming deserted and barren
Shrunken skull, inwardly bony discoloured eyes
Bony mandibles, jutting chops-sharp clavicles
Increasingly round tummy above thinly matchsticks of legs
A child hanging on a shrunken shred
Of its slim dermis and her was tissues of coveted *******
And we say she is breastfeeding
Fingers bony like satan's claws, feeble and brittle
On her thin slowly leaving heaving chest
Enjoying mother's nourishing milk
An image, an illusion of her and it sufficiently suckling
Who brought war, war to this side of the world-Africa, Africa!?
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Love, where should there be no love?
Heaven!
Jesus, called out of love little children come to him
For whoever heart is like little children’s
Is so dear to His Loving Father who art in Heaven
That the kingdom of Heaven is his/hers
Where should there be no love?
Religion!
For God so loved the world
That He sent his only Begotten Son
For whoever believes in him be saved!
And Christ died for the love of the world-Humanity!
Where should there be no love?
Earth!
Samson, he so loved Delilah that he freely gave-
His solely guarded secret-the source of his supernatural strength!
Jacob, he was enslaved for love to Laban for fourteen years:
Seven for ugly Leah and seven more for pretty Rachael!
Adam, he trusted Eve so much that he bowed to her evil advances-
That broke his covenant with His Maker-never to eat from the tree of knowledge!
That birthed the eternity of pains and suffering while on this earth of love
Where should love then there not be?
Love lore!
Valentine died of love, Jack of Titanic too
Romeo kissed the earth goodbye for the love of Juliet
Hercules and Achilles, the Greek heroes died for love too
Mythologies!
Orpheus run into Hades to seek for a return to life for his beautiful nymph, Eurydice!
The one and only person to have ever persuaded the hearts of Hades and Persephone
To return to life what they have forever taken to earth’s underworld lockers
Out of true love he sadly and sorrowfully sung mournful songs to his lost love-Eurydice
That he moved all the nymphs and gods to weeps and they advised him
To travel to the underworld to fetch for his love-Eurydice
And where is there in the world with no love!?
Hades!
Skeletons of love-Lovers of Valdaro at Neolithic tombs
Two interred interfacing each other skeletons, arms around each other
Lovers lost in life still in reminiscent of a "lovers' ever in embrace"
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
O God! You stretches your hand
And fills the earth with beauty and bounty
O God! You douses the earth with blows of your living breath
And it is made alive again with birth and breath
O God! You watches over the earth
And it brought forth with growth and breadth
O God! You shapes the earth
According to your might and delight
O God! You withdraws your watch for a second
And the earth is dull with death and dearth
O God! You curses the earth with a single word
And it is a waste land without love or life
O God! A droplet of your angers overflows into the earth
And it is a despairing land-so desolate and desperate
O God! With a single sweep of your toddler finger
You can make the earth no more forevermore
O God! Keep watch the earth
And bring forth its success and surplus
O God! Keep forth the earth
And fill it with prosperity and posterity
O God! Lead right the earth
And it be with its purity and austerity
O God! Keep guard the earth
That it may astonish in its obedience and abundance
O God! The earth is your make and stake
Ignite her with your pity and piety
Let the earth overflow with your pretty and plenty
Let her appropriately flourish and never perish
O God! Stretch your might and wit
And keep the earth always round and bound
With your love and live: sacred and blessed!
Let her be a fruitful fruit of your labour and love
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
CAN WE TRULY LOVE?
Brother, why does it you bother
The way my Compassionate Creator
Felt it fit to mould me
Brother, can you truly not love?
Without colour, Creed or Class!
Influencing your brain’s background
Can’t there be One People-Different Colours
Can’t there be One People-Different Creeds
Can’t there be One People-Different Classes
Do you ever look behind your skin?
And see same pink flecks of fleshes
That is bound by tissues and tendons
Same platelets plasma pigments
That ruby red squirts with a squeeze
Same numbers of haemoglobins
The Crimson colour after an incision
Why do you see a race in my make?
Colour in my freely given complexion
Religion in my divine devotion
Why do you call me Black?
And I call you White!
Why do you call me a Jew?
And I call you a Christian!
Why do you call me Kefir?
And I call you a Heretic!
Can’t we all be children of one God?
People of one righteous race-human
Creation of one class-compassion
Why do you speak hate of my make?
Can’t there be love beyond my bake
Why do you see a slave in my coverage?
In my struggles and me fierce savage
Why do you feel phobia of my turban?
And seclude me in your modern urban
Why do you hate my Exodus Race?
And say we are all over the space
Can’t you see Jehovah in all of our conviction faces?
And in harmony dwell in all of these His sacred places
Can’t there be true love, for all to equally have?
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
Write me in your arteries
That any time your heart pumps
With Oxygenated blood to your body
I will always be widely spread and read
Engrave me in your veins
That every time your veins returns
With Deoxygenated blood to your heart
It will always return with me to your chambers
To be nourished and there eternally entombed
Pollute with me your airs that anytime you draws in
Your lungs are smelly with frankincense of me
Your diaphragm is deflated with fragrances of me
You pharynx is perfumed with scents of me
Your larynx is lavished with incenses of me
Your bronchus is covered with colognes of me
Hold me in your eyesight; reflect with me in your retinas
Carry me in your optical nerves; memorize me in your medulla
Beautiful as a final song that never ever ends, as a moment unforgettable
Emboss me in your emotions; share me in your thoughts and dreams
Have me always in your feelings like a fantasy, an ecstasy memorable
Let your vivid visions always be with a copy of my mirage, image of me
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
Rose, leaf of love
You sprouts
Gentle and wild
Beautiful in thistles
Charming amongst thorns
And the world is filled again
With affection and obsession
The world is gay again
With laughter's and devotions
Rose, flora of love!
You opens up
Beautiful and pretty
Colourful and mighty
Awesome in prickles
And blesses the earth
With perfumes of your petals
With fragrances of your fallopian
And the earth is in cheers and dears
O rose, stalk of romance
In fingers you dances humble
Watching and wiping tears of love
Discouragements-grieves
Of dejection and rejection
Igniting and lighting fires of desires
Infernos of adoration and admiration
Bringing unity to lost and hope to found
You rose a simple selfless stem
Hungry hearts you satisfies with forever
O rose, charity of love
Beauty in bloom
Bud in blossom
Leaf in split
Sheet in spread
Where comes love-
Out of no hope
Where comes life-
Out of no dope
O rose, shower of love.
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
Come, dance with me my love
To a tango of endless love
A trance of our eternity
Come, come dance with me
Our hearts in forever entangles
Our souls in eternal entwines
O my love, come my dove
Come, prance with me to perpetuity
To a nuance of our everyday
Soul to soul-heart to heart-thought to thought
Body to body-breath to breath-cheek to chest
Neck to nape-all blend together as one!
Our spirits in one
Our feelings in unity
We are in a forever of felicity
Tango my love, I entangle my dove
Together we unbuckle, together we unshackle
Together we embark on a trajectory to our moon
The journey-a circle of our endless love
You swing as I sing
You jump as I cramp
You hover as I cover
I am your ever lover
You are my ever forever
In love we are lovers
In life we are leavers
Dancing our ways to our eternity
A path with pleasures and perpetuity
A road with romances without end-infinity
O Come love, hear the thaw of my heart
Hear how he thumps with an art of love
O Come love, hear how my soul ploughs
Hear how she tills, she tills for love
O come love; let’s dance our ways to love
Let these bones break and become boneless
Let this shape form and dissolve formless
Let these tissues shift till they take shapeless
Let these feet’s ligaments lift to loft and us fly
Let’s dance to the songs of our final dance
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Can you truly forgive?
She who parted for another:
He who inserted in another
Is it easy to let go the pain-grieve?
Can I look into your eyes?
And still see shining the same hopes
I have clang onto for years
The same zeal that has driven us this far
Can I bear the tears?
Can I overcome the fears?
Again you will not be tempted
And our loyalty betray
Can I still stand and hold you assured?
Of that same calm warmth
That same soft, sure breath
I have longed and loved all my love and life
I can forgive my love
But could the heart look
Into your soul again
With the same sincerity
Could the mind calm?
Advances of thoughts overcome
These incessant reminders
Your love is promiscuous
Can I hold the tears in my heart?
The sorrows severs in my soul
The severe heavy load on my chest
That you betrayed all that was all!
Will I see the sheen of the tears on your cheeks sincere?
Will I feel the throbs of the sobs on your throats sorrowful?
Will I touch the heaviness of your struggles sadness as remorseful?
Will I feel you again, as my love and lover, as my friend and partner?
Will I feel you again, as my dear and confidant, my romances and pleasures?
After a deep search of self my love
I chose to forgive you, sweetheart
Again to look into your eyes and see
The woman my dearest dear, my forever!
Though through a heavy heart
I pray that time heal the hard wounds
And forever seal the sad scars
None a mark ever visible leave
To remind us of the deep cuts
The trenches and valleys and faults that us almost lost
My love, if Our Father in Heaven time and again insists:
‘If a wicked man truly turns against his sins He has committed
Will surely live and not die; none of his iniquity will be remembered
Who am I-a mere mortal not to forget your shortcomings?
I choose to only remember the years we have shared and cherished lovingly
I choose you, your soul as its heart, your mind as its thoughts
I choose to still stand next to you and truly listen to your struggling soul
I choose to still hold you in my arms and listen to the grieving songs of your heart:
‘In the arms of my love, I string and swing; in the wings of my angel, I cling and fling!’
To still stand with you even in this sea of miseries; to hold your hand and feel your breath!
Come-on! Lift your face and hold bold my gaze into your breaths and sorrows,
I still will love you the same! Let’s get drunk into liquors of our requited love
Come-on! Come into my embraces and feel the warm snuggles in your cold tears
I will not look into the past mistakes! Let’s look into the future bright and beautiful
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
MY MAKER’S MATCH
My love, beauty of the blue ocean;
Tender sparkle of a tranquil sea,
A spectacular outcome of my drowsy dream.
My love, splendour smile of the rising sun;
Gentle twinkle of the soft eventide twilight,
A pretty result of my smooth silent sleeps.
My love, grandeur of the glimmering moon;
Glinting grace of a soft midnight shimmers,
A magnificent model of my robbed rib.
My love, munificence of a billions galaxy;
Glamour of a colourful constellation night,
A perfect art-a part of my parts.
My love, joy of a serene sky;
Harmony of a peaceful heaven,
A flesh of my fleshes, a bone of my bones!
My love, darling, quietude quantum of time,
A noblest gift of my Maker: my Maker’s only eternal match!
Salvation of my revelations: Possession of my obsessions!
My love, my Maker’s eternal match, with you always,
In thins and thick: in wells and worse, to the very end of time!
With you till perpetuity blinks its last, still beside you I will be!
Listening to your soul’s sorrows, consoling your spirit’s whole soul!
My love, elegance of all moments, beauty of all minutes!
Splendour of all seasons, treasure of all eras, charm of all times!
Grace of my glances, glamour of my gazes, astound of my stance!
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
I hope when hope is gone
The WORLD will anew shine
With goodness and divineness
With calmness and kindness
With grace and new hope
I hope in her humanity
That it will close its eyes
And dream, sweet dreams of hope
As it floats in fond fingers of peace
Buoy free in humble hands of true love
Sail carefree in lucky legs of sincerity and divinity
I hope in you new generations
You her newest creations
That down in your sleeps
You will sweet dream
The sweet dreams of love
The sweet dreams of serenity
The sweet dreams of peace
The sweet dreams of newness
I hope in raising you a better world
A world of equity and fairness
A world full of passion and compassion
A world of association and integration
A world so true and sincere
A world all to endear and adhere
A world of charity and generosity
A world of growth and prosperity
A world for one and for all!
And even when gone we may be
Let us stand counted pure pioneers
Of a new world, a new world of inclusion
A world of single race and religion
Humanity, Humility, Hospitality!
A world we will look and all fall in love with
A world we will meet and together worship
A world we will sit and together dine
A world we will be without sinister and gamester
A world for you and for me and for the entire generations
I hope, I hope in this world, in this newness
Even in my abyss of sorrows and torments
I hope for a world for you and for me and for the entire universe
A planet for your race and my race and the whole human race
A place for the poor and for the rich and for all the societal social class
A gentle space for all our revered interactions, interrelations and integrations
A world we all are free of thoughts, plots and sorts
I hope………..I hope for you………….I hope for you-This World!
When the universe will be one and whole!
When we will reach out for each other with hope and love
We will care for each other with sheer genuineness!
We will watch over each other with esteemed carefulness
We will treat each other with friendly fairness
We will sincerely watch out for any of her mistreatments
We will hold and embrace true, without reservations and conditions-out of true love!
When we will touch and true feel
We will kiss and in deed feel down to the spine the chill
We will taste and same spell smell
We will embrace and ever emotionally attach
We will hold and eternal bonds mould
We will share and big build a brotherly chord
A world as no other world, a world all and long intended!
Hope, a world of hope for all of us!
A world we will be beautiful flowers of the earth
And sweet scents of the universe!
A world we will be salt of the earth and light of the world!
A world we are the taste and the goodness of the earth!
A world we are the art and heart of the earth!
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
A NIGHT IN THESE PLACES
On a night without electricity in these places
There is pitch blackness and dreary darkness
Roaches leave their cracks in the mask to free roam the cruel range
Bedbugs quietly crawl out of their crevices to ravage and revenge
Their long day’s hungers on these innocent preys lost in hopelessness
Of black blankness and hope of not near returning lights sadness
A thin stick-like candle flickers fast as quick she burns out
Water lingers long to bubble on a slow snorting stove
And the chief chef, the cook, watches his dismay spelt out
Summoning salvation now, only from merciful above
May be the lights returns or the candle please lives:
May be the water bubbles or the stove woi survives!
A night in these places is of mercy
A night in these places is of clemency
When lights frequent flickers out
Little quiet Carnivores comes out
To feast on preys angry
To feed on victims hungry!
It is a night of annoyance
A naked night in these places
It is a night a nuisance
An after light in these spaces
Rolling regularly to itching lumps
Rising to biting body bumps
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC