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Max Vale Feb 2017
My name is Kunte Kinte,
I've come from lands far away.
I was taken hostage and prisoner,
And forced to be a slave.

Those people took away my name,
And gave me another instead.
My name is now Toby,
And thus Toby I became.

Few weeks past,
I ran away.
I was caught and whipped,
And forced to work again.

I ran away again,
I was caught again too.
This time they also,
Cut off my right foot.

I married a lady named Bell,
Who was black and a slave like me,
We had a little daughter,
Whom I loved and named Kizzy.

I died of a broken heart,
When my wife was bought and sold.
I now lay in a grave,
My story forgotten and in everlasting cold.
After you watch Roots......
King Bacon Feb 2016
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so **** serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental
Vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I'm tryina give us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say I can't, let you or self down
If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
J. IVY
Where dreams are gold of thought
Where cloud are silvers of hope
Where future husband the street
Where ghost don't crack bones of human.
This colour of African night depict water
A formless form of laughter tickling home
If this history be made of Kinta Kunte,
I will lit this weekend with a strange tune
Which will end up holding the image of forever.


May we meet again where **** are debris
of footsteps on the oceans of mysteries.
We might giggle with a different tale on
We may pitch our voices to the cold hands
of daring heart of  thunderous elipsis...
We may trace home giants of illusions
We may not see the darkness in eve hush
noise, not through this armpit zipper of
services rendered in a torn lips of lost humanity.

May we meet again where we make muse
a knight with a name & face & identity
We'll send forth our song to many places
where our mind have raced without a print
May we meet again where love crossed path
and time lose concentrations in the camp of
attraction of what we have finally become
May we might again as a pilgrims in prayer,
Our hands a home bringing  tomorrow' peace.


May we meet  again and embrace wetness
Wetness of love and hope for another' emotion
At the sight of the emptiness in the hallway,
We will stand to erase every ooze of doubt
Hold on between us death and life to conquer
this deafening silence may echo beyond shrunk
Nights of our skins before the sun unmask
May we meet again and again and again
Where we part no more  with legs of departure.


©John Chizoba Vincent
FromAPenRefusingfrustrations.
It   was a   long,  long  quest
by  the   nation which invented  chess,
to get  a  gold  at   Olympiad.
True,  silver and bronze,
gifted Individuals like Rafiq  and Viji
got in the past,  
but  never  the team gold
till   the  Budapest  Olympiad.
Well, the Olympiad  held  at  Hungary,
the land  of Magyars  and  the  mighty  Polgars,
Lo, arrived    the  young  Indian masters,  men and women
Carrying the  legacy  of  the   Tiger of  Madras
and  the hopes  of  millions of   Indians  and  fans  elsewhere,
Fully  charged,  determined  for deeds  greater,
The   vyuha  of  the  men’s  team   crafted  carefully
by   Srinath, the coach.
Fiery  Gukesh was fielded in the top board
Arjun  played  aggressive  chess  and  
Pragg  played  soli­d  and  attacked  the foe,
as  the  battle-board  demanded
The  team’s   fortunes, strengthened   further
By the  heroics  of  Vidit and  Hari
The   champion chess colts’  majestic  march
boasted  wins  against  rivals, arch
Hungary,  America,  Slovenia
Chess Continents   crumbled  at the
Concentrated  attacks  of the  young  Indian  warriors
Who  tamed  all  and   emerged  victorious
The  young Indian  women’s  team of Kunte,
Matched the talent and  deeds  of  the Indian men
Harika  Dronavalli  at  top  board, drawing and winning,
Assuring   a  solid  support,  with hopes  dawning
Divya  Deshmukh,  the  darling of  the Olympiad
And  the  fearless tigress of  the  team,
Attacked  all-out  in    her  games,
Going for  the **** and  scoring  points at  will.
Vantika  and Vaishali  defended  well,
At times, the inferior  positions  in  their  tables,
Only  to  turn the  tables, at  the right  time,
With their  counter  attacks  and crafty play.
Tania  Sachdev  rendered  solid  support
By her  steady play and steely nerves.
Came  final round, the  young Indian women
Taught  the Azerbaijanis, a  lesson or two over the board
Picked up  the lion’s  share  of points in their hoard
And  in the  process, won  the Olympiad  gold!
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the poem  celebrates  India's  Victory in both men and women  world chess olympiad  held  in  Budapest,Hungary.  quest -  search  Magyars- Warrior race who ruled Hungary ;  Polgar -  means citizen in Hungarian Vyuha - strategy in sanskrit  Arjun, Vidit, Pragg,, Kunte, Harika, Divya, Vaishali,Tania  --- all the victorious Indian men and women
Ryan O'Leary Dec 2024
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