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the cradle
Survived after the war battle
Just felt the sin of divine purity
A gesture of pride and love ...
Moon of winter in ancient lands
What boggles the sweetness of the air
Swimming in the sea, ancient ruins
Ira God forgive us?
Dancing in seas of madness
The wind whispered songs of glory
sounds of another divine healing
What d'relief sighs history
One could only lust of the past
Where the boredom of a muse
Breathed the air of victory
Embrace of death will give us
In a further step in our history
Fraternal enemies, if embraced
That empire
Same time they are committing suicide
Warriors full of hate
Crawled behind the beat of our memory
Sounds divine, with a bloodbath
Lives and lives ... So much for the glory
Another lie stained with blood
Misery of our people
Now only ...
Our old Lusitania
Crying again
With a child
As snakes penetrate the hatred
Our pride in poisons
Until our last breath
He who condemns us today
fear that guides us
show me your safe place
with a mild dose of revelry
through which shines a safe haven
Just felt the sin of divine purity
A gesture of pride and love ...
Moon of winter in ancient lands
What boggles the sweetness of the air
Swimming in the sea, ancient ruins
Ira God forgive us?
Dancing in seas of madness
The wind whispered songs of glory
sounds of another divine healing
What d'relief sighs history
One could only lust of the past
Where the boredom of a muse
Breathed the air of victory
Embrace of death will give us
In a further step in our history
Fraternal enemies, if embraced
That empire
Same time they are committing suicide
Warriors full of hate
Crawled behind the beat of our memory
Sounds divine, with a bloodbath
Lives and lives ... So much for the glory
Another lie stained with blood
Misery of our people
Now only ...
Our old Lusitania
Crying again
With a child
As snakes penetrate the hatred
Our pride in poisons
Until our last breath
He who condemns us today
fear that guides us
show me your safe place
with a mild dose of revelry
through which shines a safe haven
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
it speaks about our historical country and our adventure.Lucifer's War
My father’s house is destroyed
Due to inhalation of poisonous racism
That ruined the entire nation.
How could that be? He created the human race -
Yet here we fighting against tribal ground,
We claimed we are under desolation,
Proclaiming the tidbits of our existence,
Fighting for freedom? Or are we just ignorant?
We are the by product of the heavenly war,
When Lucifer wage war against his creator,
Proclaiming his arrogant (self) existence,
Was his war justified or not?
He was clothed with all precious diadems,
Exalted by his loving creator,
But he rose against him,
Proclaiming his highest dominance.
Do you see yourself?
Government of this world,
Or your house government, and work governance?
Aren’t you exalting yourself? Don’t sabotage the other?
Don’t you not? You hail yourself for your ignorance.
Justice you say,
Where is justice?
Corrupt are you all, who hail himself higher than -
The most high God who created this universe.
Due to inhalation of poisonous racism
That ruined the entire nation.
How could that be? He created the human race -
Yet here we fighting against tribal ground,
We claimed we are under desolation,
Proclaiming the tidbits of our existence,
Fighting for freedom? Or are we just ignorant?
We are the by product of the heavenly war,
When Lucifer wage war against his creator,
Proclaiming his arrogant (self) existence,
Was his war justified or not?
He was clothed with all precious diadems,
Exalted by his loving creator,
But he rose against him,
Proclaiming his highest dominance.
Do you see yourself?
Government of this world,
Or your house government, and work governance?
Aren’t you exalting yourself? Don’t sabotage the other?
Don’t you not? You hail yourself for your ignorance.
Justice you say,
Where is justice?
Corrupt are you all, who hail himself higher than -
The most high God who created this universe.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
War is such a sin...greed, selfishness, and our arrogance toward one another.blue harbor
fast as the night will move us straight as the rain does fall down in this land my land your land our land god we need something tonight we are dying again is it freedom are we free killing each other but who are we in this world im standing on invisibility is it freedom for you and me killing each other so we can never be in this blue harbor im falling just to be standing on a brand new liberty
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Posted: Feb 2010
Post CommentPatridiotic
From crisis came fear
Adhered like roots
Tonic clonic temper
corporates boot
Society fights
Gathering loot
Behind Enemy lines
Wearing a suit
Never sell out
just play to win
Pride and honor
This country Defends
Adhered like roots
Tonic clonic temper
corporates boot
Society fights
Gathering loot
Behind Enemy lines
Wearing a suit
Never sell out
just play to win
Pride and honor
This country Defends
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
Differences with warfutilitarianism
Who made us begin this lame game in life
Constant Crisis,Endless Strife
Is it possible for one to not seek revenge
Until one brothers death is avenged
Who taught us this violent life we live
Why should man control ones right to live
Does peace become of us when this man is vanquished
Or only be gin a new cycle of anguish
Can life be lived with out cruelty
Is brutality our only instinct
History thus far has shown distinct
Is it too hard to ask for a change in our society
or will just one man decide for the entirety
Will the peaceful ever win
Where did this all begin
Try Stand up Be cast down
Their Money & fame;
Our Crisis & Pain
Can i live elsewhere Can i not complain
Do i need to be so critical
or am i just the one who is insane
Blamed is not to be blamed
Agreed life like this is lamer than lame
this life is in dark recess of futility
Constant Crisis,Endless Strife
Is it possible for one to not seek revenge
Until one brothers death is avenged
Who taught us this violent life we live
Why should man control ones right to live
Does peace become of us when this man is vanquished
Or only be gin a new cycle of anguish
Can life be lived with out cruelty
Is brutality our only instinct
History thus far has shown distinct
Is it too hard to ask for a change in our society
or will just one man decide for the entirety
Will the peaceful ever win
Where did this all begin
Try Stand up Be cast down
Their Money & fame;
Our Crisis & Pain
Can i live elsewhere Can i not complain
Do i need to be so critical
or am i just the one who is insane
Blamed is not to be blamed
Agreed life like this is lamer than lame
this life is in dark recess of futility
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
Late night typing
"The American Dream”
"For some it was “A dream within a dream.”
Imagine if those mute stars could speak!
I wonder what wisdom they could teach.
The mystery of Imagination’s powers,
leaves one pondering for hours.
Trapped like words written on a page
or humbled like a beast in a cage.
Sometimes cast in the darkness of closed eyes,
a dream is the vision which guides you on a dark night.
But a sleepless dream lives in the warmth of day light.
Where the soul; a stagnant tide,
has compassion; its virgin bride.
Whose woes are the greatest legion
buried in the depths of the darkest region.
The “American Dream” was once considered treason.
Condemning men who were driven by humanitarian reason.
Dictated by a nation of self righteous critics.
We once kneeled to the British.
Who was ruled by a self proclaimed “Virgin Queen”
Whose ambition pursued celibacy,
to drown her acts of heresy.
The declaration of independence was a pledge,
signed by men standing on the edge.
The “American Dream” floats on the flood of patriotic blood.
The chains of slavery were broken,
As the fight for freedom was the only language spoken.
They rid themselves of a blood thirsty monarchy
and gave birth to a native democracy.
By Mc Bain Sammy
Imagine if those mute stars could speak!
I wonder what wisdom they could teach.
The mystery of Imagination’s powers,
leaves one pondering for hours.
Trapped like words written on a page
or humbled like a beast in a cage.
Sometimes cast in the darkness of closed eyes,
a dream is the vision which guides you on a dark night.
But a sleepless dream lives in the warmth of day light.
Where the soul; a stagnant tide,
has compassion; its virgin bride.
Whose woes are the greatest legion
buried in the depths of the darkest region.
The “American Dream” was once considered treason.
Condemning men who were driven by humanitarian reason.
Dictated by a nation of self righteous critics.
We once kneeled to the British.
Who was ruled by a self proclaimed “Virgin Queen”
Whose ambition pursued celibacy,
to drown her acts of heresy.
The declaration of independence was a pledge,
signed by men standing on the edge.
The “American Dream” floats on the flood of patriotic blood.
The chains of slavery were broken,
As the fight for freedom was the only language spoken.
They rid themselves of a blood thirsty monarchy
and gave birth to a native democracy.
By Mc Bain Sammy
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this poem in college.War for religion
If we are to love another as brother and sister,why do we fight each other,country against country,nation against nation?
I have thought about this and it's reasoning,
Wondering who is right and who is wrong,even arriving at a conclusion are any of us in a position to know the answer.
Politicians fight they're wars sat behind desks,bloated on they're self indulgent importance.
While those who have no luxury of questioning why carry out the tyrants orders,sadly at they're own painful cost.
And all of this in the name of some higher authority,or just an excuse to feed the gnashing jaws of that monster of the war machine as it preys on the innocent.
How many more times will we hear of those being killed,and just how much blood has to be shed,as Government leaders sleep soundly in they're beds.
It's our soldiers that are out there fighting for the cause away from their families,children and,husbands or wives.
Is it fair that the price of freedom be they're lives.
I have thought about this and it's reasoning,
Wondering who is right and who is wrong,even arriving at a conclusion are any of us in a position to know the answer.
Politicians fight they're wars sat behind desks,bloated on they're self indulgent importance.
While those who have no luxury of questioning why carry out the tyrants orders,sadly at they're own painful cost.
And all of this in the name of some higher authority,or just an excuse to feed the gnashing jaws of that monster of the war machine as it preys on the innocent.
How many more times will we hear of those being killed,and just how much blood has to be shed,as Government leaders sleep soundly in they're beds.
It's our soldiers that are out there fighting for the cause away from their families,children and,husbands or wives.
Is it fair that the price of freedom be they're lives.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
This isn't so much a poem as an observation,we all have different opinions and the freedom of speech!!!'Cleopatra to the Asp'
The bright mirror I braved; the devil in it
Loved me like my soul; my soul
Now that I seek myself in a Serpent
My smile is fatal.
Nile moves in me; my thighs splay
Into the squalled Mediterranean.
My brain hides in that Abyssinia
Lost armies foundered towards.
Desert and river unwrinkle again
Seeming to bring them the waters
that make drunk. Caesar, Pompey, Antony I drank.
Now let the snake reign.
A half-deity out of Capricorn this rigid Augustus mounts
With his sword virginal indeed!
And has shorn summarily
The moon-horned river
From my bed. May the moon ruin him with virginity!
Drink me, now, whole, with coiled Egypt's past
Then from my Delta swim
Like a fish toward Rome.
Loved me like my soul; my soul
Now that I seek myself in a Serpent
My smile is fatal.
Nile moves in me; my thighs splay
Into the squalled Mediterranean.
My brain hides in that Abyssinia
Lost armies foundered towards.
Desert and river unwrinkle again
Seeming to bring them the waters
that make drunk. Caesar, Pompey, Antony I drank.
Now let the snake reign.
A half-deity out of Capricorn this rigid Augustus mounts
With his sword virginal indeed!
And has shorn summarily
The moon-horned river
From my bed. May the moon ruin him with virginity!
Drink me, now, whole, with coiled Egypt's past
Then from my Delta swim
Like a fish toward Rome.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
This is Cleopatra's narrative to the snake that will take her life. She equates Egypt's history and prosperity to the Nile. The Nile Delta is metaphorically compared to her sexuality. She used her sexuality to control Rome's most powerful men. But one is now taking it away from her (Augustus Caesar). She hopes her son will "swim like a fish toward Rome" thus securing control over Rome and restoring Egypt's prestige. But it was not not to be. Augustus slew her child by Julius Caesar, thus Egypt became a Roman province and has never enjoyed it's former power since.SUFFERING AND SMILING
Hey! Look!
Over there!
My friend lies in rubble;
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”.
Such foolhardy feeble friend
From my crippled country;
He claps and dances
When a thunderbolt strikes him;
He seals his lips tightly
When he’s led to the abattoir;
He sings a Lullaby
When his father is killed;
He smiles, suffering,
He laughs, languishing;
He’s dumb in the face of tyranny.
See him, yonder!
My friend lies in rubble.
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”
Over there!
My friend lies in rubble;
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”.
Such foolhardy feeble friend
From my crippled country;
He claps and dances
When a thunderbolt strikes him;
He seals his lips tightly
When he’s led to the abattoir;
He sings a Lullaby
When his father is killed;
He smiles, suffering,
He laughs, languishing;
He’s dumb in the face of tyranny.
See him, yonder!
My friend lies in rubble.
My most miserly friend!
In tears he sings “Arise O Compatriots”
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
This poem is dedicated to my fellow Nigerians. Nigeria is the world's sixth largest producer of petroleum (oil/gasoline) yet its people are poor and hungry because of corruption of its leadership. At the same time she exports her crude abroad and imports the refined products and sells to its citizens at the same prices, sometimes higher, that non-oil producing nations, despite the fact that the nation has several capable local refineries. The painful fact about this is that despite the man-made poverty in the land, the peoople do not attack their problems in practical ways, majority of the people are hoodwinked into believing that the devil or some witchcraft, by their neigbour, is the souce of their mishap - so they easily throng to religion hoping to find the opium for their 'troubled' souls. I dedicate this poem to inform my fellow Nigerians at home and in the Diaspora that solution to a man's problem does not come from abroad or above, it comes from within - a will to see a change. The national anthem of Nigeria starts with the words 'Arise O Compatriots'.LULLABY OF REASON
What are you looking at?
I am talking to you Delta,
And to you, Nigeria,
Not left out is Africa.
Why the differences?
Why the bloody scenes?
Delta, stop seeing the hats
See the hearts.
Nigeria, forget the tribes
And focus on lives.
Africa, forget he or she is white,
We all have a right.
Commit these words to memory,
They are for us all;
The hat, the tribe and the colour
Speak no peace but war.
But the heart speaks of love.
Our common enemy is not Tutsi or Huti
Our enemy is poverty.
I am talking to you Delta,
And to you, Nigeria,
Not left out is Africa.
Why the differences?
Why the bloody scenes?
Delta, stop seeing the hats
See the hearts.
Nigeria, forget the tribes
And focus on lives.
Africa, forget he or she is white,
We all have a right.
Commit these words to memory,
They are for us all;
The hat, the tribe and the colour
Speak no peace but war.
But the heart speaks of love.
Our common enemy is not Tutsi or Huti
Our enemy is poverty.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I want Africa to stop fighting wars and start building bridges.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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