Poetry Pages

<a name="g5"> THE WELCOME NOOSE </a> At the cocks’ crow, the wings of the dawn flew Ensconced far into the western corner of the sky, Giving way to the blossoms of the awakened day. Out of the dark bowl of the discreet night, The sharp edge of the bright morning showed. Like the glittering blade of ...

<a name="#g5"> I DREAM OF A CASTLE </a> Between sleep and waking, I dream of a crumbling castle, and see the inside of a cathedral smeared with cow dung by a herds boy hiding his stony physiognomy behind a pseudo-ecclesiastical frock. A dying monarch broods over its fate and a Bishop at the Canterbu...

<a name="#g4"> I DREAM OF AN OVAL CAVE </a> I have accompanied the sun to its resting place, seen under the dim rays of a moon, pathetic, abandoned by the departed stars, my disembodied brother in agony. My soul, in an unsafe asylum close to the heated clouds, nervously watches guard in case the sca...

<a name="#g3"> I DREAM OF A RAM </a> After I have obeyed the holy echo from the minaret and brazed the biting cold dawn, the peace that departed at midnight returns to place me, like a baby in a warm soft bed, the nightingale sings the lullaby. Upward to heaven, my peaceful heart ascends so that the...

<a name="#g2"> I DREAM OF AN ARCHAEOLOGIST </a> Don’t you wonder why you found me still awake even after your insolence stealthy crept in the still darkness of mid-night to pour the stinking libations on the unmarked grave of Moishe Tsombe, the grand Iscariot of the betrayed continent. How could I c...

<a name="#g1"> IF GOD WON'T DESTROY THE QUEEN* </a> Over the eastern wall, the sun is rising. Behind the scented tents, the first glows appear And even though the next dawn is not nigh, The old one hasn't traveled too far for the mind's eyes. How can we ever forget the light following dawn? When the...

_____________________ <a name="#6"> Part Six: </a> _____________ <a name="#f1"> THE INCENDIARY POLICEMAN </a> I stopped, then noticed some graves Inside the wooded park of Baghdad. I could not steal their soft dreams And so prostrate, I fell on the sacred earth, Solemnly kissing the landmark Footpri...

Part Five: ________________ <a name="#e1"> THE SURE JOURNEY </a> O people of the Rabeki* chiefdom! Hear, listen, and remember, As you live, you must die; And as you die, you lose the opportunity For doing good or bad acts. No events expected to occur will fail; At the appointed time, each will unfo...

Part Four ________________ <a name="#d1"> COURAGE BETRAYED </a> The civilized one is modern And she does belong to the City. It Was by sheer accident and fault The mother delivered her in the forest And called it a village, so awful Without zinc and brick houses. She Is a primitive mother never to ...

<a name="#c1"> THE LYRICS OF BITTER ILLUSION* </a> Until then, power seemed sweet, And absolute power seemed To taste absolutely sweet. And on the other side of the sea Where the sun sets In fate’s benign indifference, Bitterness did not exist. Not until its hot, sour reality Dripped on the waging t...

This a well written piece, nice to read. When the wolf appears to have fallen into the background, the poet's optimistic mood is complete and confirmed by: </font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">...

Part Two </a> ________________________ <a name="#b1"> THE BURNT-OUT CHIEFDOM </a> From the squalor In the numerous valleys Stinking between the "seven hills" The King Vulture’s concubines plot. From the squalor On the flat plains Stinking around the "green city in the sun" The chief’s concubines co...

Part One <a name="#a1"> Tribute </a> At the break of dawn, In the loving memory Of her, my icon, With whom our relation Remains in eternal generation, I remain aplomb, Full of hope That in the ethereal joy, Our hearts shall For ever In Unity, partake. _______________________________ <a href="#top">...

Zubairi was a member from Arua, Uganda. He disappeared from the site and research into his whereabouts resulted in the realization that he had been killed in a political uprising. We preserve his archive for him here in memoriam. He was reportedly killed on June 10, 2008, although other reports plac...

The imagery of the “white” and the symbolism of the “owl”, together combine to give me a provoking contrast. On the earth there is the admixture of optimism and pessimism. The latter seems to be more in the ascendancy than the former. But there will always be the natural human tendency to yearn for ...