Dying

Follow your heart
Follow your dreams
That’s what they said
Do you remember?
But it’s so far ago
And now it’s too late
Now that it’s over
It doesn’t feel the same
I don’t feel anything anymore
I only feel numb, no pain
But I’m not ready
To watch this world go by
Though I’m so afraid of dying
I know
I’m not going to be here for long
Even if it’s worth trying
Who’s going to take my place?
When I’m gone
There’s nobody else
To fill this space
Through these last moments
I can’t resist trying
Nor can I fight anymore
I only long
For the warmth of those days
Gone by
Those that are now
Just memories of time
Gone with the wind
All the secrets
Sleep with me
And I become
Just another memory
From yesterday

By Benon Nad



Blind leader

Blindfolded
A blind man’s buff
Trying second sight
My sixth sense
More blinking
Blinkered?
He’s blindfolded too!
I see blizzard ahead
This blithesome talker
Is no bliss
As I find myself
In blind alley

By Raphael Bonhart

Report of the winds
Island wind

I watched the sun rise over Bougainville
The land of the people with iron will
Breezed over the East and West New Britain
Sweet and sound their unity was retained
Passed New Ireland, how I was thrilled to see
Shining forth like a jewel in the sea
Caressing the waves over to Manus
Love echoed when conch shells were put to use
From island to island, it’s so peaceful


Southern wind

I fanned the fringes of Milne Bay
Watching coconuts and palms dance and sway
To Oro with a birdwing butterfly
I caused the tapa to flutter and fly
Then crossed the Kokoda to the Central
Where the Papuan charms got me enthralled
In Gulf I was engulfed in awe all day
To Western, I did fly over the Fly
From inland to shoreline, its so wonderful
 

Highland wind

I swirled up Kasam Pass to Eastern Highlands
Where in stealth fog, white mud men roam the lands
Up still I scaled Mount Wilhelm to the blue
And looked down on warriors of Chimbu
I scanned Western and Southern Highlands wide
The freedom of the wild is their pride
Through misty peaks I hurtled to Enga
And saw gaily painted people hang there
From mountain to mountain, its so colourful

Northern wind

I blew the clouds to shower Morobe
With much rain to make it green moreover
Then I swept the Markham plains to Madang
And oh! The beauty, the magic of Madang
Up north I sailed towards the East Sepik
Passed jungles, wetlands and the snaking Sepik
I softly traced the coastline to Sandaun
And bathed in gold when the sun went down

From mainland to coastline, its so beautiful

By Samson Siwong