Poems About Africa Published by Members Recently Online
#Africa
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st May 2018 2:35am
31st May 2018 2:35am
MYSTIC MOONLIGHTS MAASAI SPELL (3-26-89, 'Oh My God' Hot Springs, Anza Borrego Desert Badlands, Southern California)
blanket draped
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
#home
#America
#Africa #earth
#Africa #earth
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2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st May 2018 2:35am
31st May 2018 2:35am
MYSTIC MOONLIGHTS MAASAI SPELL (3-26-89, 'Oh My God' Hot Springs, Anza Borrego Desert Badlands, Southern California)
blanket draped
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
#home
#America
#Africa #earth
#Africa #earth
376 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st May 2018 2:35am
31st May 2018 2:35am
MYSTIC MOONLIGHTS MAASAI SPELL (3-26-89, 'Oh My God' Hot Springs, Anza Borrego Desert Badlands, Southern California)
blanket draped
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
#home
#America
#Africa #earth
#Africa #earth
376 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
31st May 2018 2:35am
31st May 2018 2:35am
MYSTIC MOONLIGHTS MAASAI SPELL (3-26-89, 'Oh My God' Hot Springs, Anza Borrego Desert Badlands, Southern California)
blanket draped
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
my shadow
elongates
to maasai
out across
flat desert floor
cast under
moonlight
it stretches forth
gracefully
towards one
bright star
above
western horizon
as i walk
through time
in ancient
night
my silent spirit
peers out
across
this serene
dream
shadowland
where i
surrender
...
#home
#America
#Africa #earth
#Africa #earth
376 reads
2 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
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
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
136 reads
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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
136 reads
0 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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Gentle
Poem Published
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
THE CLARION CALL
Our sire's sight, our mama's care
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
#Africa
#school
#learning
#determination
#success
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Gentle
Poem Published
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
THE CLARION CALL
Our sire's sight, our mama's care
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
#Africa
#school
#learning
#determination
#success
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Gentle
Poem Published
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
18th Jun 2023 11:07pm
THE CLARION CALL
Our sire's sight, our mama's care
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
Our distinct cults and lives we own
Distinct tongues and Distances fair
Left we did, to the land unknown
In cage we stayed in the prison zone
Who will not miss the clarion call!
Earlier we woke than the land to serve
"Under the sun or in the rain" I recall
We stood and sang with skill and verve
The land we have, we vowed to preserve
Fun it was to a thousand and one
Man O War drill and lecture fright
Early waking for just a dry run
The soccer game and the fire night ...
#Africa
#school
#learning
#determination
#success
131 reads
0 Comments
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