from Africa, wheat love
age meets rage
and the symbol of adulthood
kindred in the pain of the heart
in an error zone for human relationship
sour war story testifies to the
bloody ties of a man’s hunger
a people’s thirst
a nation’s wish
a continent’s longing
for there is war in Africa
war of the heads
war of the stomach
war of the eyes
than war with its style marks.
from Africa here is a message
Poetry on the Street
The street, too many people, unending epics
movie narrated in daily lives
of patterned pace, places and phases
in distrained vocals, strung words, uneven meanings
on the streets
every face is a poem
stifled with unbridled unhappiness contrast of a bonheur
of feelings sprawn endlessly without words.
expressions – poetry
Words of grave dreams
saddled on unassuming shoulders.
fully scrapping short ambitions
down to alleys, drainages.
Eyes making solemn music
solo performances, holding briefs
sharing moments of passions in odes of grief
and drains of anger seem like a ballad
an abstract minstrelsy accompanying dreams
swift rush as the day runs out,
epitaphs for unrealised ambitions.
silence steals noise
cementary peace makes love with noise
miscreants scamper in their dreams – awake
For another classic poetry on the streets
when morning comes.
World peace is flour - mixed with water
Together when on a plate for diversification dinner.
A point between here and there
When the past becomes an incomplete puzzle
And then death is the comma
For those whose dreams are on the move.
In sniffing for death
And stealing the gas of life
Death becomes the cup of tea
where everyone minds his own share.
Music is created without rhythms
Uneven choreographs of hurt
Rehearses death as a dance step
Learnt without moving the limbs.
Promises and wishes strengthened
As human breathe become a task
Infinite wait for the end to death
As a dream and an ambition to loath in wait.