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Independence Day
Jesse Chase was here today
And he made a dash through the parade
Oh, what a sight he truly made
As he leapt across my rusty gate
He squealed with joy like a child of eight
Urging all to celebrate
And with twists and turns
He sure did shake
But the girls just giggled
And the boys felt faint
The older folks couldn’t contemplate
For only I knew of Jesse’s state
At the close of day
When Jess was worn
I passed to say
Jess, it’s not New Year’s Day
By William D Nikolas
The theatre
In a dimly lit large room
With blood clot eyes
Limping with injuries
Of our greed, pride
And irresponsibilities
Behind closed doors
Shut up windows
Locked up cupboards
Choreographed
Composed
Painted and re-enacted
Which you cannot see
With your inner soul
But laugh to forget as if fun
You pretend to be perfectionists
You impose severe standards on me
Say its obstructionism and obstinancy
No! I’m not.
Its no foolish man’s hideout
Is a mirror of the society
Witnessing, recording
And confessing on behalf of you.
By Christopher Usuka
My home
This is where I was born
My haven
This is where I grew up
My love so deep
for it forever
I knew every corner
like the back of my hand
My crystalline world
Gave me all the warmth
All the strength
Made me feel human
Like me, a need to all men
Suddenly it was taken away from me
How? Why? What?
Questions fill my mind
Answers I can not find
My treasures are still inside
Thought I’d go for a ride
And come back
But with faith I lack
So it was gone for good
It’s so sad
This pain no one can ease
Truly home is where the heart is
By Dominica Are
Straight from the bottle
Through it all I was recklessly for you
Though I boozed it all away
You knew what it was before it started
You knew what is was back then
You know what it is right now
You had to go your own way
I had to go mine
You can’t say I lied
I told you straight from the bottle
You can’t say I got you bruised
You can’t say I got you used
You’re harder than all of them
You knew the words before they came out
You talked
I slept
Now you got all this time for you
I got no time for small talk
Just time for burning out
Can’t talk anymore
Talking gets my head loosed
Into my head
You’re the poison
Straight from the bottle
By Aquila Tokani Junior
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Poems for Writers Forum
Drive
As long as you keep gas in your tank
In the form of motivation
Stay between the lines
In righteous determination
And keep your foot on the pedal
Within legal limitations
You'll get to where you're going
Your final destination.
The joys in the journey
So never let it end
Enjoy the ride
But don't lose the drive
You need it to survive
-By David Ketepa Ulg
Independence
16th September, 1975
The date, month and year
To remember and keep remembering
The birth of our motherland
Forging a new identity in the white pages
Let us mark it on our calendars
With palms on our chests let us pledge
To love, care and honour it
Until in its bosom we lie for eternal rest
The years are coming and going
The roads are getting longer and busy
The seaports and airfields are getting many
The trucks are traveling further
The ships are sailing far
The planes are flying high
Our national flag turns in the wind
We are getting stronger
We are growing taller
In the soil food gardens are still growing
From the sea fishermen are still pulling fish
On the beaches coconuts are still falling
In the bushes animals and birds are still calling
The harvest is still coming in
The food is still getting to the table
The mumu is still baking
The aigir is still turning
The singsing is still on
The sun is still rising every morning
The moon is still shining at night
The stars are still twinkling high up in the dark sky
The open fires are still burning through the night
The legends are still being told to the young
The dreams of our forefathers are still caressing us in sleep
And with bellies full we are still able to smile
Oh yes, we have strength for today
And enough to face tomorrow
The garamut and kundu are still beating
The conch shells are still blowing
The traditional songs are still resounding
Like songbird harmony
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
From mountains to valleys, lowlands to islands
Our journey is still on
We are growing older
We are getting stronger
-By Arnold C Konawana
The theatre
In a dimly lit large room
With blood clot eyes
Limping with injuries
Of our greed, pride
And irresponsibilities
Behind closed doors
Shut up windows
Locked up cupboards
Choreogrpahed
Composed
Painted and re-enacted
Which you cannot see
With your inner soul
But laugh to forget as if fun
You pretend to be perfectionists
You impose severe standards on me
Say its obstructionism and obstinancy
No! I'm not.
Its no foolish man's hideout
Is a mirror of the society
Withnessing, recording
And confessing on behalf of you.
-By Christopher Usuka
 
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