When the windows shut
When thrown out, the wind hits hard
When beyond Sherman Oaks you dare dream
When you see beams of you and me
When along the shore you see the connection
When you rise above the chorus
Just see us!
18th August, 2010.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
One for the Land
Let’s dip our hands, together
In the one pot
To recount lost paths
Wiped in daylight by Scavengers
But today is one for kindred
Not for weary souls suffering
Under the weight of past wrongdoers
Not for they who kvetch
The old patterns woven by Ananse
At corners of Our walls should show
Now old skills, ready for sharpening
As we fire guns filled with age-old powder
Kpopkoi shall rise in response, reconnecting
Spirits of Old Ways, of newer bumper Harvests
For today is one for Feasting
And Alien hands can come!
24 August, 2010. Dansoman.
In the one pot
To recount lost paths
Wiped in daylight by Scavengers
But today is one for kindred
Not for weary souls suffering
Under the weight of past wrongdoers
Not for they who kvetch
The old patterns woven by Ananse
At corners of Our walls should show
Now old skills, ready for sharpening
As we fire guns filled with age-old powder
Kpopkoi shall rise in response, reconnecting
Spirits of Old Ways, of newer bumper Harvests
For today is one for Feasting
And Alien hands can come!
24 August, 2010. Dansoman.
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