"oya" poems - Hello Poetry

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . . No answer. Pale shadows lie upon the frosted grass. One answer: It is midnight, it is still and it is cold . . . ! White thights of the sky! a new answer out of the depths of my male belly: In April . . . In April I shall see again—In April! the round and perfects thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife perfect still after many babies. Oya!

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William Carlos Williams

The Cold Night

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . . No answer. Pale shadows lie upon the frosted grass. One answer: It is midnight, it is still and it is cold . . . ! White thights of the sky! a new answer out of the depths of my male belly: In April . . . In April I shall see again—In April! the round and perfects thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife perfect still after many babies. Oya!

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Queen of the kingdom The heart of Sàngó, Giving Sàngó courage. Sàngó's betrothed Oya, Goddess of wind, tornado, Yet the owner of the marketplace. Queen of all seas Creator of lakes and rivers The waters knows your name Goddess of storms Orisa of death and rebirth Oya, The mother of nine Oya, The undergoddess of Odo-Oya Oya, The unbeatable warrior Oya, The summoner of rain Oya, Sàngó's princess consort Oya, Thou who walketh through fire with no burns Oya, Queen of courage Oya, Goddess of speed and energy Symbol of faithfulness Goddess of devotion and perfection Oya, Goddess of war Oya, our fiercely warrior of old Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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Jul 12, 2020

Jul 12, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC

Tosyano

Oya, Fiercely Bright Goddess

Queen of the kingdom The heart of Sàngó, Giving Sàngó courage. Sàngó's betrothed Oya, Goddess of wind, tornado, Yet the owner of the marketplace. Queen of all seas Creator of lakes and rivers The waters knows your name Goddess of storms Orisa of death and rebirth Oya, The mother of nine Oya, The undergoddess of Odo-Oya Oya, The unbeatable warrior Oya, The summoner of rain Oya, Sàngó's princess consort Oya, Thou who walketh through fire with no burns Oya, Queen of courage Oya, Goddess of speed and energy Symbol of faithfulness Goddess of devotion and perfection Oya, Goddess of war Oya, our fiercely warrior of old Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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Jakuta, the son of Aganju The fiery son of Obatala Violent ruler, grandson of Oduduwa Sàngó, the one who screams with thunderbolt A betroth to Osun, Oba and Oya The husband of Oya Sàngó, the third Alaafin of Oyo Sàngó, god of thunder and lightning Sàngó, the clappings of thunder, His making. Sàngó, maker of lightning Sàngó, the dragon that consumes other dragons with fire Sàngó, killer of Gbonga with his ferocious fire Sàngó, Arabambi Oko Oya Sàngó, Eleyinju Ogunna Sàngó, Olukoso Lalu Sàngó, the breathe of fire Sàngó, Olukoso Sàngó, Oloju Orogbo Sàngó, the rescuer of Alaafin Ajaka A favourite to the bata drums Sàngó, Akara yeri yeri Sàngó, the killer who was never killed Sàngó, he who waves his double-headed axe Sàngó, Oba koso Sàngó, god of justice Sàngó, god of dance Sàngó, god of virility Sàngó, Xangó Changó Sàngó, Agodo Sàngó, Afonja Sàngó, Lubé Sàngó, Obomin Sàngó, the caster of thunderstones Sàngó, god of iron Sàngó, god of fire Sàngó, the archetypical god Sàngó, god of power Sàngó, god dominance Sàngó, king of Alujá Sàngó, a great deity Sàngó, a notable Magician Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Olukoso oo Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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Jul 6, 2020

Jul 6, 2020 at 8:59 AM UTC

Tosyano

Sàngó

Jakuta, the son of Aganju The fiery son of Obatala Violent ruler, grandson of Oduduwa Sàngó, the one who screams with thunderbolt A betroth to Osun, Oba and Oya The husband of Oya Sàngó, the third Alaafin of Oyo Sàngó, god of thunder and lightning Sàngó, the clappings of thunder, His making. Sàngó, maker of lightning Sàngó, the dragon that consumes other dragons with fire Sàngó, killer of Gbonga with his ferocious fire Sàngó, Arabambi Oko Oya Sàngó, Eleyinju Ogunna Sàngó, Olukoso Lalu Sàngó, the breathe of fire Sàngó, Olukoso Sàngó, Oloju Orogbo Sàngó, the rescuer of Alaafin Ajaka A favourite to the bata drums Sàngó, Akara yeri yeri Sàngó, the killer who was never killed Sàngó, he who waves his double-headed axe Sàngó, Oba koso Sàngó, god of justice Sàngó, god of dance Sàngó, god of virility Sàngó, Xangó Changó Sàngó, Agodo Sàngó, Afonja Sàngó, Lubé Sàngó, Obomin Sàngó, the caster of thunderstones Sàngó, god of iron Sàngó, god of fire Sàngó, the archetypical god Sàngó, god of power Sàngó, god dominance Sàngó, king of Alujá Sàngó, a great deity Sàngó, a notable Magician Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Sàngó oo Olukoso oo Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

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GBEGBELEKU GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows. Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears. Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap, still he gives no interest. Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference To the company of truth. Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC

peter-praise

GBEGBELEKU

GBEGBELEKU GbeGbeleku can never dance, the tune of bata seem silent too his feet, his dansiki made of the grate aso oke says no to the wind when she blows. Omele from the rear thunder boldly whom changes the steps of men and takes them to the surrealistic world seem powerless in his ears. Gangan the hopeful one a lion of sound who speaks the truth to the one with the gifted ears Giving the body strength like never before, with saworoide he gives his cap, still he gives no interest. Oh Oh my sekere with your million babies you make no difference To the company of truth. Oya on the chirot of the gods tells me you lost hope in humanity But you I ask if not for anything at least for the strength used in invoking the gods take a step make that change.

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A Poem: "Amotekun Dee" "Kere oh, Omode gbo. T'agba gbo" "Oba ni kin wi fun yin oh!" "Amotekun deeeeeeeee" "Eyin omo Odua, ee gbo mi bi?" "Irorun de, omi tun tun wo lu" "Eyin temi aji lala osho. Eyin Omo okun Esin" "Won ma sare kabakaba" "Mo wi re, tabitha mi o wi re?" "Amotekun deeeeeee" We will block the gap and protect all and sundry We'll patrol with Eagle eyes It shall be "No nonsense here" in our region With robust intelligence gathering and network And we will proceed with extreme caution Within the ambits of the law shall we operate There shall be no sleep for the wicked Peace, it has long eluded our lands We have been invaded by uncircumcised Philistines But not anymore, "O to geeee" Who else knows our terrain better than our locals You got a pass mark my Governors And I am proud to be "Ofe mmanu"" "Ejo, ema je wo ni owo osu oh!" Lest they begin to see friends as foes "Amotekun de...Oju eje...." "Iyalaya gbogbo won" "Koni kaluku di omo Iya re mu.." "A ko fosi rara nile Odua" "Awi fun won ti ti, won jo gbo" Odua a gbewa ooo. "Oya, awon daaa? Gbefunwon kososhi" Why carry guns when we can enchant them? We have been pushed to the wall Our hands on the plough, no going back "This one no be se re se re" "Omoluabi is a talk and do" We stoop and let them trample on us" Little do they know we are fooling the fools Those who thinks they are fooling us Watch it, we can be cunning and deceitful But when it comes to our collective goal The bond that binds us strong And our walls, a mighty fortress In a nutshell, "Ki eku ile gbo o" "Ko si so fun to ojo oh" We are regional and not tribal We will listen before we judge We will treat all fairly as our ancestors did We will not allow the "Cobra Effect" permeate Amotekun This, we all know, is peace at last! Passing Amotekun bill is a legislative masterstroke For all who saw this to fruition May "Eledumare" grant you all your "positive" heart desires "Mo wi re, tabi mi o wi re bi" Amotekun deeee"

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Aug 11, 2020

Aug 11, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC

gentlebabs

"Amotekun Dee"

A Poem: "Amotekun Dee" "Kere oh, Omode gbo. T'agba gbo" "Oba ni kin wi fun yin oh!" "Amotekun deeeeeeeee" "Eyin omo Odua, ee gbo mi bi?" "Irorun de, omi tun tun wo lu" "Eyin temi aji lala osho. Eyin Omo okun Esin" "Won ma sare kabakaba" "Mo wi re, tabitha mi o wi re?" "Amotekun deeeeeee" We will block the gap and protect all and sundry We'll patrol with Eagle eyes It shall be "No nonsense here" in our region With robust intelligence gathering and network And we will proceed with extreme caution Within the ambits of the law shall we operate There shall be no sleep for the wicked Peace, it has long eluded our lands We have been invaded by uncircumcised Philistines But not anymore, "O to geeee" Who else knows our terrain better than our locals You got a pass mark my Governors And I am proud to be "Ofe mmanu"" "Ejo, ema je wo ni owo osu oh!" Lest they begin to see friends as foes "Amotekun de...Oju eje...." "Iyalaya gbogbo won" "Koni kaluku di omo Iya re mu.." "A ko fosi rara nile Odua" "Awi fun won ti ti, won jo gbo" Odua a gbewa ooo. "Oya, awon daaa? Gbefunwon kososhi" Why carry guns when we can enchant them? We have been pushed to the wall Our hands on the plough, no going back "This one no be se re se re" "Omoluabi is a talk and do" We stoop and let them trample on us" Little do they know we are fooling the fools Those who thinks they are fooling us Watch it, we can be cunning and deceitful But when it comes to our collective goal The bond that binds us strong And our walls, a mighty fortress In a nutshell, "Ki eku ile gbo o" "Ko si so fun to ojo oh" We are regional and not tribal We will listen before we judge We will treat all fairly as our ancestors did We will not allow the "Cobra Effect" permeate Amotekun This, we all know, is peace at last! Passing Amotekun bill is a legislative masterstroke For all who saw this to fruition May "Eledumare" grant you all your "positive" heart desires "Mo wi re, tabi mi o wi re bi" Amotekun deeee"

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Threw each glass against the flow-shants of each word vocal-tension, when form reacts against its shards, rotate sprinkle, moving through the invisible waters in empty space I listen to these songs to go towards God inviting God into my home, into my eyes and heart instead of focusing on flesh like you lay my head down in the lap of God, my hair stroked by the hands of angels to access me in this third density, they disguise themselves in jewels, in voices, in words and in the structure of pages, in the passages of the hekhalot, see me inside Lorelai; drunk on the tales of the Most High, olives form and grow inside their teeth, cheeks are rosied and I manifest with the light shone inside me, sourced from God and angels beyond me, connecting from a bridge deep within my kidneys, relics of god-thought-sent from juvenile gardens, made countlessly, unmatched and bountiful, Edens everywhere when He talks to me. He sings to me, whilst whispering inside my brown ear; His hand cups my head, fingers sliding in between my curls: “Admittance comes from the mind, acceptance comes from the heart: the senses work extra-ordinarily, the sonorous haze, the visual daze : a body peddles one forward towards the trickery of the eye: and the eye is dazzled by the flashy things of the world, of what is human, something still so human but the Eye and the Ear holds on to something more than that: intangible, indelible, incomprehensible. Why don't you see with your Inner Eye? Why don't you hear with your Inner Ear? Think with your Inner Mind? The Higher Mind?” Somehow a breeze kisses my ears . . .

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Sep 13, 2020

Sep 13, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC

acacia

“Brahman Rests In My ******* I Thank Maha-Kali, Mother and Her Twin Mary, Softest Sophia, Powerful Oya, Darling Oshun, Warming Yemoja, Nakamarra my Ruth, Dearest and Sweetest Naomi”

Threw each glass against the flow-shants of each word vocal-tension, when form reacts against its shards, rotate sprinkle, moving through the invisible waters in empty space I listen to these songs to go towards God inviting God into my home, into my eyes and heart instead of focusing on flesh like you lay my head down in the lap of God, my hair stroked by the hands of angels to access me in this third density, they disguise themselves in jewels, in voices, in words and in the structure of pages, in the passages of the hekhalot, see me inside Lorelai; drunk on the tales of the Most High, olives form and grow inside their teeth, cheeks are rosied and I manifest with the light shone inside me, sourced from God and angels beyond me, connecting from a bridge deep within my kidneys, relics of god-thought-sent from juvenile gardens, made countlessly, unmatched and bountiful, Edens everywhere when He talks to me. He sings to me, whilst whispering inside my brown ear; His hand cups my head, fingers sliding in between my curls: “Admittance comes from the mind, acceptance comes from the heart: the senses work extra-ordinarily, the sonorous haze, the visual daze : a body peddles one forward towards the trickery of the eye: and the eye is dazzled by the flashy things of the world, of what is human, something still so human but the Eye and the Ear holds on to something more than that: intangible, indelible, incomprehensible. Why don't you see with your Inner Eye? Why don't you hear with your Inner Ear? Think with your Inner Mind? The Higher Mind?” Somehow a breeze kisses my ears . . .

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There are seven you know. Seven hues, Bright with meaning. Grey and red, Colors of grief, Mourning and remembrance both. A cry and an exaltation. Black and gold, Colors of truth. A blade in hand, Seeking justice and vengeance. Green and blue, Colors of ethic, Steadfast in one’s work Mind on responsibility and consistency. And then there is orange, Shereshoy, you call it You Mando’ad Reveling in life on death’s edge. There are seven you know Yet none fit And so you pick your own A hue for you and you alone. You pick white. Stark, harsh white Clear, visible, no means to hide Nor intent. White of ivory, Of the gleam of Mando iron, The white of bones, Old, picked clean Reminder of life White so bright, brilliant Burning eyes of the dying Leading them back home Back to the Manda Skills in hand. You pick white. White for death, Of death. You are white. White for death, Of death. Ja’haili, ner Buir. Ja’haili ner oya’kare. Kar’tayli ni ijaati gar bajur.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC

aondeug

Cin Kyr'am

There are seven you know. Seven hues, Bright with meaning. Grey and red, Colors of grief, Mourning and remembrance both. A cry and an exaltation. Black and gold, Colors of truth. A blade in hand, Seeking justice and vengeance. Green and blue, Colors of ethic, Steadfast in one’s work Mind on responsibility and consistency. And then there is orange, Shereshoy, you call it You Mando’ad Reveling in life on death’s edge. There are seven you know Yet none fit And so you pick your own A hue for you and you alone. You pick white. Stark, harsh white Clear, visible, no means to hide Nor intent. White of ivory, Of the gleam of Mando iron, The white of bones, Old, picked clean Reminder of life White so bright, brilliant Burning eyes of the dying Leading them back home Back to the Manda Skills in hand. You pick white. White for death, Of death. You are white. White for death, Of death. Ja’haili, ner Buir. Ja’haili ner oya’kare. Kar’tayli ni ijaati gar bajur.

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No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC

gentlebabs

Amotekun

No going back We will defend our pride Our heritage Our fatherland Not with guns, powder nor machetes Not with armoured carriers But with powers ancestral We will visit Egungun Oya The god of divination We will invoke Mawu The god of the Sun and Moon Have you heard about Babalu aiye? The god of infectious diseases Let the games begin Omoluabi oooo! Omoluabi oh!! "Bo ba d'ogun; ko d'ogun" Where is Sango, the god of thunder? "Gunugu ni oruko, ti an pe Ifa?" "Okalamagbo ni oruko ti an pe awon Iya oshoronga" "Abiamo ki gbo ekun omo re", "Ki o ma ta si were" "Oya, Amotekun oooo" When the walls of Jericho fell How many bullets were shot? They stood on their father's faith How was Judah and Jerusalem taken? The red sea parted by the word We too, shall speak the word But now, the words our Ancestors When the centre can no longer hold Surely, things will fall apart "Omo Yoruba, ronu" Enough! No longer shall our lands be desecreted Cast the cowries in the calabash Let us inquire of our gods Shall we pursue and reclaim? Ready, set, "Amotekun dee" Babatunde Raimi Author/Life Coach/Poet 08178827380 & 08035063895

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i’m a black sista ****** poet natural endowed cocoa Spiritual Negress Third Eye phasing into different realities Rose Fish transcendental great mother moabitess draped in silk-dressed by my God goddess kalikaiyah namah evoking and invoking barbleo, oya, oshun, and ishtar Wife now im a Aquarius and a Pisces, Mell - well well , yemoja Mama . . . Earth and the Gaia is a Holy Maya . . . well, well, a dizzy Mala . . keep on blessin me baby, keep on writing these words these spells, i end my day with you, pretty white man, thin lean young swimmin' appeal: ooooooooh, i'm singing to you in the wind my love, my handsome love my love my lovely love: it's been it . it's done. Zeh'Riah..

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC

acacia

yes it is i the mother of all men .im the envy of the women and i rule the men

i’m a black sista ****** poet natural endowed cocoa Spiritual Negress Third Eye phasing into different realities Rose Fish transcendental great mother moabitess draped in silk-dressed by my God goddess kalikaiyah namah evoking and invoking barbleo, oya, oshun, and ishtar Wife now im a Aquarius and a Pisces, Mell - well well , yemoja Mama . . . Earth and the Gaia is a Holy Maya . . . well, well, a dizzy Mala . . keep on blessin me baby, keep on writing these words these spells, i end my day with you, pretty white man, thin lean young swimmin' appeal: ooooooooh, i'm singing to you in the wind my love, my handsome love my love my lovely love: it's been it . it's done. Zeh'Riah..

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A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC

gentlebabs

Bros., Wey You?

A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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*Invisible current whispering , tapping me on the shoulder then screaming , Oya's dominating the dawn in her fiery gown Windows thumping , porch chairs bumping , thunder rumbling , tall pines touching , cattle running Water Oaks were shedding , horizontal wind chimes were flailing Sheets of white lightning flashing , needles flying onto cars , junk from trash cans flying over well houses , pole barns and pickup trucks The stormfront is passing , Mother Natures heaving breath is taxing , I'm off to bed part two , cracking the window to hear the sprinkles , adding a blanket , snuggling with a pillow , bits of rain tapping hypnotically , back to sweet Wednesday morning unconsciousness* ....

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

On Your Feet ...

*Invisible current whispering , tapping me on the shoulder then screaming , Oya's dominating the dawn in her fiery gown Windows thumping , porch chairs bumping , thunder rumbling , tall pines touching , cattle running Water Oaks were shedding , horizontal wind chimes were flailing Sheets of white lightning flashing , needles flying onto cars , junk from trash cans flying over well houses , pole barns and pickup trucks The stormfront is passing , Mother Natures heaving breath is taxing , I'm off to bed part two , cracking the window to hear the sprinkles , adding a blanket , snuggling with a pillow , bits of rain tapping hypnotically , back to sweet Wednesday morning unconsciousness* ....

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When some man tells you that you don’t’ belong here and that you should go back to where you came from. Go! Take your soul back to Africa, to Palestinian paradise. Take it as far back as possible! Go! and call upon your ancestral Goddesses. Call upon Dhat-Badan, who is the wild goat, sure-footedly roaming craggy territory. Who, in the middle of the desert of disdain helps you find an oasis of respect. Call upon Lilith, who read the devil’s face, and walked away from him. Same as she did from abandoned Adam, who was ignorant towards the devil’s dangers. Call upon Oya, whose natural passions, curse up a storm That makes men’s world shake. Who takes up her sickle of truth and cuts off all rotten crops of corruption. Take the upper hand, trust your feet and dance upon rainbows after a storm! For that’s where you belong!

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC

brigid-sparks

Go!

When some man tells you that you don’t’ belong here and that you should go back to where you came from. Go! Take your soul back to Africa, to Palestinian paradise. Take it as far back as possible! Go! and call upon your ancestral Goddesses. Call upon Dhat-Badan, who is the wild goat, sure-footedly roaming craggy territory. Who, in the middle of the desert of disdain helps you find an oasis of respect. Call upon Lilith, who read the devil’s face, and walked away from him. Same as she did from abandoned Adam, who was ignorant towards the devil’s dangers. Call upon Oya, whose natural passions, curse up a storm That makes men’s world shake. Who takes up her sickle of truth and cuts off all rotten crops of corruption. Take the upper hand, trust your feet and dance upon rainbows after a storm! For that’s where you belong!

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