"malingers" poems
My African culture
Uprooted from my ancestors
And pused on from generation to generation
My African culture- might seem
wied sounds funny or looks like a
**** but these carry alot of benedictions
My African culture tells the story of were we
came from and most probably were we are heading
My African culture describes and names itself
there is really no need for a heading
My African culture the one source of pride and
Joy
My African culture hard to replace yet easy to enjoy
My African culture oh my beautiful culture
my soul screams in joy from the energy of my
people and from the rythm of the African drum my
heart beats
movements degin within my feet
my inner voice telling me to move
in a fleet
I dispiss and dislike a person who
malingers or derides his culture,such
a beautiful thing,such a precious
, Special thing
My African culture tells the true
tells of fallen legends, of great worriors
And of most celebrated heros though
it never varies the tall in the telling
Now that's my Wonderful African culture
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC
She folds her arms inside her robe
And decides to go to bed
For the tenth time.
She closes her eyes and sighs
And turns around,
But the tricky cooling night slides
Through her graying hair -
Whistles through.
It sings a song to keep her near,
Keep her crying.
She sits back down on the porch swing,
Feet in the air, tiny again.
She's afraid, but
She knows it isn't going anywhere.
She wonders why.
A melody from tomorrow breaks the clouds,
And she looks to the horizon.
The sun is rising;
A bird awakes and flies to the power lines.
The night is dying.
She muses to herself that, in the light,
The willows' weeping looks like
Content sighing.
The grass she cut down yesterday
Is still climbing.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
Pasay's no conversationalist,
unapologetic.
"Way sapayan, pastilan"
Ravenous snarl of
the carrier
The refined grit of
rusting fulcrum
The terse hammer
malingers,
The pompous talk of
carburetor
and the flagrant burst
of jetwash,
i am never grateful for these
subsequent cacophonies:
a steel orchestra. i could no
longer take the metaphysical spar of this hunted dialogue.
darkness weds the synagogue of
shadow and soon,
we will all drown in the rain.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
My African culture
Uprooted from my ancestors
And pused on from generation to generation
My African culture- might seem
Like a taboo , sounds funny or looks like a
**** but this carrys alot of benedictions
My African culture tells the story of were we
came from and most probably were we are heading
It describes and names itself so
there is really no need for it given a heading
My African- culture the one source of pride and
Joy
hard to replace yet easy to enjoy
My African culture oh my beautiful culture
my soul screams in joy from the energy of my
people and from the rythm of the African drum my
heart beats
movements degin within my feet
my spirit telling me to move
in a fleet
I dispiss and dislike a person who
malingers or derides his culture,such
a beautiful thing,such a precious
, Special thing
My African culture tells the true
tells of fallen legends, of great worriors
And of most celebrated heros yet
it never varies the tall in the telling
Now that's my Wonderful African culture
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I see their silhouettes
Melt far into the horizon.
Their untimely dance
Knows no bounds,
No digresses
Continuing forward
With no pauses.
The nymphs have departed
And their feet do not hurt
Nor do they ever stop.
They walk right through me
Like the season’s of a year,
Like yesterday’s trees
That are naked today
With a shivering hope
For tomorrow’s new embrace.
Shadows loom amidst silences
Drenched with fever and sweat.
Stupefying moments of unbeing
Confirm impotency’s pending threat.
The nymphs have departed,
But their laughter malingers
As it creeps through tiny holes
And then the ears of some wretched
Like me, feigning to sleep,
While a bustling pageantry on the street
Slithers across from under my feet.
It’s almost nine, now I must set my eyes to weep.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 8:50 PM UTC