Helicopter

Out of the quietness
I hear her coming
Like a vibrating monster
sending out shrills of vibration

As she approaches
from a tiny utterance
it grows into a blasting vibrating roar

I hear her coming
the helicopter
Still far away though
but she’s coming

By Job Zigu



I’ll burn

Out of the blue
You offered a helping hand
You reached out and blew
Made my fire to burn

And I’ll burn
For your sake I’ll burn

I reached out my hand thankfully
Touched you with a spiritual thanksgiving
For such a person created so beautifully
I’ll be living for you burning

And I’ll burn for you
For your sake I’ll burn

Though the mountains may be high
The valleys made be deep
I’ll reach up to kiss a star in the sky
For my saviour keep burning deep

And I’ll burn
For your sake I’ll burn
My saviour

By Slade Kairi



Tuna season

The gulls call, piercing the blue expanse
Fishermen on the shore hear and look
Then with lines and spears they glide
Their canoes out towards the calls

With silent excitement paddles dig deep
The canoes part the salty water
On reaching the blue they circle
Lines sink, the paddles dig deeper

Gulls swoop down
Tunas mirror in their eyes
Then lines hit, he tug of war begins
Palms burn in the tight lines

Soon the war is over, into the canoe
They’re pulled defeated, flapping their tails
Then to the shore the canoes go
And into the cooking pots the tunas go

The fisherman and their families laugh
With smoke in their eyes and they smile
The cicadas farewell the sun
And the owl greets the stars

Aroma of tuna and taro creamed with coconut milk
Mixes with the smoke and rises
Dogs gather to pick the bones, a gull cries
Mute to the dark expanse

By Arnold Konawana



Finger tips

The season is here
The person is near
Never knew you sir
But you’re doing good
In development, sports and people groups
Your investment goes
Your investment flows
Your investment grows
Why is this, it ain’t been this way before
Oh, at last it’s very clear
You want the approval of my fingertips
To put you to the next level
To become the next devil
Reigning in high places
With selfishness, greed and corruption
Ain’t no regard for the grassroots
Who placed you there by his finger prints
Politics is a dirty game

By John G Zerenang



 

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