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Love Poems About Kwansaba or Kwansaba Love Poems
by Paul Callus |
Categories: life,

Answering Your Query

“Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
  [The Summer Day ~ Mary Oliver]
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

 
I plan to travel far and wide
across the mountains, oceans deep.
The roaming wind will be my guide.

The gods will watch me from above
and fruit of wisdom help me reap.
My heart will taste the joy of love.

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Poetry Contest “Tell Me”
aba, cbc rhyme, 8 syllables per  line
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 4th

© paul callus 4th July 2016


by Lamptey Godson Kofi |
Categories: caregiving, imagination, love, philosophy, me,

SACRED WORDS

<< SACRED WORDS >>

SHE SUNG

The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of yours
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them up
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

I LAUGH:

Talk with me
Say no more a word,
I hear the stars sung it long before
Calling you out to be the Nightingale
Tending the needy heart, fallen in depth
Off not been a catered soul
The earth knows you, the world knows you
A Queen in the making.

(c) Lamptey Godson / Nana Aba Flowers. 2012

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: adventure, sometimes, time, words,

My Daily Constitutional

Every week day, I walk at least one mile
Often I push it up to four or more.
The mood strikes me and I'm off with a smile. 

I always start by walking out the door;
taking steps with care,  I never trample.
Keeping  in shape and  I love to explore.

Some days, I just wander, for example,
I like to find new streets, I’m versatile.
Always carry an energy bar for a sample.

I walk to my church and take the front aisle, 
they have a restroom which is important.
Sometimes, I have to stop and sit awhile.

August 2, 2016

end rhyme scheme:  ABA  BCB  CDC  DED

by john chizoba vincent |
Categories: africa, art,

DARK VOICES

The voices boom 
At the outcast of the village.
They were the elephants of Aba,
Men with horrible faces breaking
The lawful act of the unpolluted land.
They speak of lootment of the public funds,
They speak of breaking the oil pipes.
Distance look of Aba's undevelopment
Strategies and means never hurt them, NO!
Rather they sing aloud with cracking voices
That terrifies humanity.
But darkness turns light when the
Song of love present itself in their midst.

by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: art, marriage,

Art of Marriage

       Art of Marriage

       Two hearts
        meet to marry.
        Love starts.
        
        Perfect
        on mutual
        respect.
       
       Adore
      one another
      Explore.

                     Rhyme scheme  aba  cdc efe 
                    syllable count   2-4-2
                                                                   Second Place

 'Finding Your Musette Poetry Contest by Joseph May.