Poems About Africa Seeking Friendly Advice
#Africa
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
26th Nov 2024 1:59am
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
My Lioness Flickers Between Serengeti Moonbeams
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
Our African vacation starts at a luxury hotel in Nairobi. But I pine for a photographic safari into the Serengeti. Over breakfast, I break some news for Jane. “Hey let’s try this on for size. Jane, I want to take you on a safari into Tanzania. Maybe we’ll have an adventure like in a J.G. Ballard novel.”
She says, “You’re so crazy, but truly we could face off with a pride of lions looking for supper. The signs ain’t good darling. The continental breakfast bar at this hotel is more than enough for me. We can go to the...
#Africa
#love
#marriage
#sensual
#son
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:53pm
3rd Nov 2024 11:53pm
African muse
African muse
smoky as Abyssinian coffee
aged in a whisky barrel
her heart
dappled
by the tiger balm of summer,
Artemis dawns
komorebi
of my dappled lioness
sun lace
(komorebi, Japanese word for the soothing nature of sunlight filtering through tree leaves.)
lioness
roars in coffee mountains
echoes of Abyssinia
smoky as Abyssinian coffee
aged in a whisky barrel
her heart
dappled
by the tiger balm of summer,
Artemis dawns
komorebi
of my dappled lioness
sun lace
(komorebi, Japanese word for the soothing nature of sunlight filtering through tree leaves.)
lioness
roars in coffee mountains
echoes of Abyssinia
#Africa
#beauty
#mythology
#sensual
#women
65 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
Wild Ebony Flower
Wild Ebony Flower
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
#Africa
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#women
148 reads
2 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 10:40pm
6th Apr 2024 10:40pm
Moroccan Night
Beneath the Moroccan moon, a tale unfolds,
Where genies in bottles await their cues,
Beside Aladdin's lamp, enchantment takes hold,
As we immerse in a world that's vibrant and true.
Aromas of spices dance upon the air,
Whispering of authentic meals to be savored,
Tagines of fowl and lamb, fish and yams so fair,
Bastille chicken, a symphony of flavors flavored.
Finely ground walnuts and pecans, a delightful touch,
They weave a mysterious tapestry of taste,
Walls adorned in mosaics, alive and lush,
Brocaded chairs, vibrant...
Where genies in bottles await their cues,
Beside Aladdin's lamp, enchantment takes hold,
As we immerse in a world that's vibrant and true.
Aromas of spices dance upon the air,
Whispering of authentic meals to be savored,
Tagines of fowl and lamb, fish and yams so fair,
Bastille chicken, a symphony of flavors flavored.
Finely ground walnuts and pecans, a delightful touch,
They weave a mysterious tapestry of taste,
Walls adorned in mosaics, alive and lush,
Brocaded chairs, vibrant...
#beauty
#inspirational
#Africa #night
#Africa #night
183 reads
2 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 10:40pm
3rd Apr 2024 10:40pm
Casablanca City
Casablanca, the economic capital,
A city of grandeur and diversity,
Where modernity meets tradition,
A tapestry woven with remarkable landmarks.
Morocco Mall, Anfa Place, Tashfin Tower,
Twin Center standing tall and proud,
Symbols of progress and ambition,
Defining the city's skyline.
The largest road station and bustling Marina,
Connecting journeys, embracing the sea,
Guiding wanderers with a smile,
A warmth in the hearts of those who reside.
Africa's largest mosque stands with grace,
A beacon of faith and...
A city of grandeur and diversity,
Where modernity meets tradition,
A tapestry woven with remarkable landmarks.
Morocco Mall, Anfa Place, Tashfin Tower,
Twin Center standing tall and proud,
Symbols of progress and ambition,
Defining the city's skyline.
The largest road station and bustling Marina,
Connecting journeys, embracing the sea,
Guiding wanderers with a smile,
A warmth in the hearts of those who reside.
Africa's largest mosque stands with grace,
A beacon of faith and...
#Africa
#LifeChangingMoment
#CallToAction #culture
#CallToAction #culture
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3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
2nd Jan 2024 2:14am
Sacred Space
Sacred Space
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
He is a priest not a soldier
Not in the line of fire
Christ wasn’t trying to start a revolution
And neither is he.
Sons of Spanish explorers
Kneel beside daughters with calloused hands
From picking coffee beans
When the sun dawns
Until Sol falls to his knees
And sinks like the parishioners
In humble obeisance
So those of African descent lend their ear
To absorb this lesson so long coming
For their ancestors who wore chains
But now gaze from the pulpit
As ghosts in the genes ...
#love
#violence
#Africa
#religion
#peace
179 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
28th Apr 2023 9:48pm
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Grandpa Blues for Grandma & Me
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
Deserted gas station
In pitch black cloak
Of an African American gentleman
Ambling down the street
Our guardian seraph
On this blue avenue
Where parishioners of the church congregate
And a New Jerusalem waits
The man ushers us down the aisle
What is your name I ask?
“Richard, too many people know me
Where I died in Paris
But here hardly anyone knows me.
I prefer the anonymity of my hometown.”
And the memory of a lonely sign
By the bluffs that honors the Native Son ...
#love
#father
#brother
#Africa
#spiritual
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
175 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 00:57am
5th Mar 2023 00:57am
Acacia Soul
Acacia Soul
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks ...
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks ...
#women
#Africa
#trees
#nature
#spiritual
192 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2022 1:38am
9th Jun 2022 1:38am
Baobab Fruit - rewrite
Baobab Fruit
The magic hour of nightfall approaches
We follow the avenue of the baobab trees
to the home whose hidden history cries
like a nightingale in the forest of dreams
The path between the old souls
made of wood is cool and dark
as the black forest on a gothic evening
under the howl of a hyena moon
The sky has a salmon-pink...
The magic hour of nightfall approaches
We follow the avenue of the baobab trees
to the home whose hidden history cries
like a nightingale in the forest of dreams
The path between the old souls
made of wood is cool and dark
as the black forest on a gothic evening
under the howl of a hyena moon
The sky has a salmon-pink...
#Africa
#nature
#spiritual #mythology
#spiritual #mythology
262 reads
2 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 11:00pm
15th Jun 2021 11:00pm
Forbidden
Most people have always been taught to fear the dark rather than to embrace it
In the modern day this causes controversy
Some no longer even desire to ponder upon
For it is still considered forbidden
As fear even keeps kindred spirits hidden
Those black hands touching that white skin
No surprise when the rules originate from a male stale pale source
Wielding this cruel callous authority in places far and wide
Showing boundless love to the near and dear
Whose natural masks from birth they wear ever so clear
Unbelievably true some may say ...
In the modern day this causes controversy
Some no longer even desire to ponder upon
For it is still considered forbidden
As fear even keeps kindred spirits hidden
Those black hands touching that white skin
No surprise when the rules originate from a male stale pale source
Wielding this cruel callous authority in places far and wide
Showing boundless love to the near and dear
Whose natural masks from birth they wear ever so clear
Unbelievably true some may say ...
#ILoveYou
#Africa
#despair
#disappointment
#fear
461 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th May 2021 5:38am
7th May 2021 5:38am
Africa
Africa
Drunken spiders from the gold rush
When guitar genesis turned rusty
But Madagascar a strummer’s waltz
On wings of diamond birds
Whose songs are in the native tongue
With French peacock plumage
To court their wild sisters
With graffiti of street souls splashed
On ghetto walls whose concrete reality
Is wood carved into memory staffs
As they watch oil-laden ships sail to the horizon
With wealth, only Croesus will know
Drunken spiders from the gold rush
When guitar genesis turned rusty
But Madagascar a strummer’s waltz
On wings of diamond birds
Whose songs are in the native tongue
With French peacock plumage
To court their wild sisters
With graffiti of street souls splashed
On ghetto walls whose concrete reality
Is wood carved into memory staffs
As they watch oil-laden ships sail to the horizon
With wealth, only Croesus will know
#Africa
#money
#music
#art
#dance
361 reads
11 Comments
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