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Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by eghost247(m): 6:31am On Nov 26, 2010 |
[color=#990000][/color] THE CASUALTIES John Pepper Clark The casualties are not only those who are dead; They are well out of it. The casualties are not only those who are wounded, Thought they await burial by installment The casualties are not only those who have lost Person or property, hard as it is To grape for a touch that some May not know is not there The casualties are not those led away by night; The cell is a cruel place, sometimes a heaven, No where as absolute as the grave The casualties are not those who started A fire and now cannot put to out. Thousands Are burning that had no say in the matter. The casualties are not only those who escaping The shattered shell become prisoners in A fortress of falling walls. The casualties are many, and a good number well Outside the scene of ravage and wreck; They are the emissaries of rift, So smug in smoke-room they haunt abroad, They are wandering minstrels who, beating on The drum of human heart, draw the world Into a dance with rites it does not know The drum overwhelm the guns… Caught in the clash of counter claims and charges When not in the niche others have left, We fall. All casualties of war, Because we cannot hear other speak, Because eyes have ceased to see the face from the crowd, Because whether we know or Do not know the extent of wrong on all sides, We are characters now other than before The war began, the stay- at- home unsettled By taxes and rumor, the looter for office And wares, fearful everyday the owners may return, We are all casualties, All sagging as are The case celebrated for kwashiorkor, The unforeseen camp-follower of not just our war. |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by holydante(m): 10:39am On Nov 26, 2010 |
eldee: 100 QUID? thats a no no, by next week, i will give CMS book shop a trial as i should work around there around there. Afroprince: Nice one prince, but what is the footnote to the poem? if written out of your love experience, then you are obviously having a blast in your relationship |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by javalove(m): 3:39pm On Nov 26, 2010 |
Damn Damn Damn this thread has made my year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Memories. . .memories. . .memories. . . @eldee so iwo na ma n ya ibi? oga ooo. . . Abeg. . .can you post "A Plea For Mercy" by Kwesi Brew. . .not "A Plea for Mercy Johnson ooo" #Javalove. . .unless otherwise stated. . .! |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by Nobody: 4:58pm On Nov 26, 2010 |
The pauper Richard Ntiru [b] Pauper, pauper, craning yours eyes in all directions, in no direction! What brutal force, malignant element dared to forge your piteous fate? Was it worth the effort, the time? You limply lean on a leafless tree, nursing the jiggers that shrivel your bottom, like a baby newly born to an old woman. What crime, what treason did you commit, that you are thus condemned? And when you trudge on your Hot pads, gullied like the soles of modern shoes, pads that even jiggers cannot conquer. Does He admire your sense of endurance or turn his head away from your impudent presence? You sit alone on hairless goatskins, your ribs and bones reflecting the light that beautiful cars reflect on you, squashing lice between your nails and cleaning your nails with dry saliva. And when He looks at the grimy coating caking off your emaciated skin, at the rust that uproots all your teeth, like a pick on a stony piece of land. Does He pat his paunch at the wonderful sight? Pauper, pauper crouching in beautiful verandas of beautiful cities and beautiful people. Tourists and I will take you snapshots. And your MP with a shining head and triple chin will mourn your fate in a supplementary question at question time. [/b] |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by Nobody: 5:01pm On Nov 26, 2010 |
Heritage Countee Cullen What is Africa to me? Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang? One three centuries removed From the scenes his fathers loved, Spicy grove, cinnamon tree, What is Africa to me? So I lie, who all day long Want no sound except the song Sung by wild barbaric birds Goading massive jungle herds, Juggernauts of flesh that pass Trampling tall defiant grass Where young forest lovers lie, Plighting troth beneath the sky. So I lie, who always hear, Though I cram against my ear Both my thumbs, and keep them there, Great drums throbbing through the air. So I lie, whose fount of pride, Dear distress, and joy allied, Is my somber flesh and skin, With the dark blood dammed within Like great pulsing tides of wine That, I fear, must burst the fine Channels of the chafing net Where they surge and foam and fret. Africa?A book one thumbs Listlessly, till slumber comes. Unremembered are her bats Circling through the night, her cats Crouching in the river reeds, Stalking gentle flesh that feeds By the river brink; no more Does the bugle-throated roar Cry that monarch claws have leapt From the scabbards where they slept. Silver snakes that once a year Doff the lovely coats you wear, Seek no covert in your fear Lest a mortal eye should see; What's your unclothedness to me? Here no leprous flowers rear Fierce corollas in the air; Here no bodies sleek and wet, Dripping mingled rain and sweat, Tread the savage measures of Jungle boys and girls in love. What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything?The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set Bough and blossom, flower, fruit, Even what shy bird with mute Wonder at her travail there, Meekly labored in its hair. One three centuries removed From the scenes his fathers loved, Spicy grove, cinnamon tree, What is Africa to me? |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by Nobody: 5:07pm On Nov 26, 2010 |
i have to pst TS eLLIOT'S hOLLOW mEN Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by ishadosi: 6:20pm On Feb 23, 2011 |
someone should please help with Atukwei Okai's Rosimaya and Elavanyo Concerto. |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by jesuisroya: 11:32pm On Sep 20, 2011 |
Theres this poem about two neighbours building walls, to separate their houses and the walls finally ended up killng them. PLEASE, can anyone remember the title of the poem? Thanks, Alison |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by kingpin17(m): 6:36am On Apr 17, 2012 |
mrgbite: nice,nice, can anyone post ''when a strainer takes in water" i have forgotten the author now but it remains indelible in my mind for its afrocentric flavour. When the strainer takes in water was translated by Babalola. I shall attempt to write a few of the lines from memory When a strainer takes in water the water immediately goes out of it When the wicker fish trap takes in water the water immediately goes out of it The drake cannot in a fit of anger crow Owawa cannot in a fit of anger howl from dusk till dawn Oriji leaf commands those who are angry with me to forgive me Let their anger subside This is all I remember but I know there's more. 1 Like |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by masolanke: 1:49pm On Nov 06, 2012 |
Africa Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of the distant river I have never known you But your blood flows in my veins Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields The blood of your sweat The sweat of your work The work of your slavery The slavery of your children. Africa, tell me Africa Is this your back that is unbent This back that never breaks under the weight of humiliation This back trembling with red scars And saying no to the whip under the midday sun. But a grave voice answers me Impetuous child that tree, young and strong That tree over there Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers That is your Africa springing up anew Springing up patiently, obstinately Whose fruit bit by bit acquires The bitter taste of liberty. Poem by David Diop |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by mubarakopeyemi(m): 8:45pm On Nov 14, 2012 |
jesuisroya that's parable by william souter. Parable - william souter two neighbours who were rather dense, Considered that their mutual fence Were more symbolic of their peace (Which they maintained should never cease) If each about his home and garden Set up a more substantial warden. Quickly they cleared away the fence To build a wall at great expense; And soon their little plots of ground Were barricaded all around: Yet still they added stone to stone, As if they never would be done, For when one neighbour seemed to tire The other shouted: Higher! Higher! Thus day by day in their unease, They built the battlements of peace Whose shadows, like a gathering blot, Darkened on each neglected plot, Until the ground, so overcast, Became a rank and weedy waste. Now in obsession they uprear; Jealous and proud, and full of fear: And, lest they halt for lack of stone, They pull their dwelling-houses down. At last, by their insane excess, Their ramparts guard a wilderness; And hate, arising out of shame, Flares up into a wondrous flame: They curse; they strike; they break the wall Which buries them beneath its fall. |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by enebeliifeanyi: 1:22pm On Nov 15, 2012 |
guys you cant avoid to miss my latest published poems RAT IN THE BOTTLE. GO AWAY NIGHTINGALE. AGONY OF AN OKADA RIDER. INSECURE. I SAW AN OLD WOMAN. etc jst click d below link. http://www.poemhunter.com/enebeli-ifyprada/ |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by enebeliifeanyi: 12:32pm On Nov 18, 2012 |
Though am nt a popular poet, i wil be sumday.. Check out my poems in the below link and comment. http://www.poemhunter.com/enebeli-ifyprada/ |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by afroxyz: 5:33pm On Nov 21, 2012 |
ehie: i have to pst TS eLLIOT'S hOLLOW mENLike seriously in a thread for works by African poets? |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by Arkhin(m): 11:03pm On Jan 25, 2013 |
I want to attempt when a strainer takes in water. When a strainer takes in water All the water immediately goes out of it When a wicker fish trap takes in water All the water immediately goes out of it. The drake cannot, in a fit of anger, crow Owawa cannot even in a fit of anger howl from dusk to dawn The day the red monkey meets the Alapini, it forgets its anger A blacksmith never knows what to forge with an iron dross Oriji leaf commands you to forgive me No matter what i may have done amiss. Let all those who are annoyed with me Let all those who have risen against me Let them have no power over me Let their anger subside. |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by Nobody: 7:38am On Feb 28, 2013 |
There's this poem, I'm trying to remember the correct title but I think its - "The way I'll like to die". I'll be grateful if someone writes out that poem here for me |
Re: Popular Works Of African Poets. by tonjoan: 10:31am On Mar 23, 2013 |
Your request of letter Martha 17... “Letter to Martha 17” In prison the clouds assume importance and the birds With a small spice of sky cut off by walls of bleak hostility and pressed upon by hostile authority the mind turns upwards when it can – there can be no hope of seeing the stars: the arch and fluorescents have blotted them out – the complex aeronautics of the birds and their exuberant acrobatics become matters of intrigued speculation and wonderment cliches about the freedom of the birds and their absolute freedom from care become meaningful and the graceful unimpeded motion of the clouds a kind of music, poetry, dance – sends delicate rhythms tremoring through the flesh and fantasies course easily through the mind[color=#990000][/color] − where are they going where will they dissolve will they be seen by those at home and whom will they delight. − Dennis Brutus ifyalways: My Favorite. |
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