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Great Poetry... Literature lessons
muganda
#81 Posted : Wednesday, May 11, 2016 2:51:34 PM
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Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
For Women Who Are Difficult to Love
Warsan Shire S
(Kenyan born Somali poet; adapted by Beyonce for Lemonade album)


you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

muganda
#82 Posted : Monday, June 13, 2016 11:29:48 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
The Man In The Glass 
1934, Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr.


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the rest
for he's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend

You may fool the whole world down the pathway
of life and get pats on the back as pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and
tears if you've cheated the man in the glass.


muganda
#83 Posted : Sunday, October 08, 2017 8:12:57 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
Thinking
Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but you think you can't,
It is almost a certain - you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you're lost;
For out in this world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are;
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!
newfarer
#84 Posted : Monday, October 09, 2017 7:13:39 AM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 3/19/2010
Posts: 3,296
Location: Uganda
Wakanyugi wrote:
muganda wrote:
Picked a love poem (of all things) from Aly-Khan Satchu weekly update...


I Crave Your Mouth
Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
For your hands the color of the wild grain,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight
Looking for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barren wilderness.


whenever I read good poetry like this,
and knowing how hard it is to write good verse,
i am always left in great admiration
for the person who did the translation.

just what I was looking for
punda amecheka
muganda
#85 Posted : Wednesday, November 01, 2017 5:21:09 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
OKWESILIEZE
Dike Chukwumerije

Today, I saw a mysterious thing
A thing that vexed me to my very soul
I saw the black man dressed like a king
But crouching in the shadows with a begging bowl
His children were starving in fields of cassava
Dying of diseases the palm kernel could cure
Homeless in a land of rock and timber
“Why are you begging?”- He said, “I am poor”

Today, I saw a mysterious thing
A wonder so great I cannot tell it
I saw the black man dressed like a king
But lying in the dust, crying at my feet
His legs were sturdy like the iroko
His forests were rich and teeming with game
His muscles rippled like the proud Zambezi
I told him, “Get up!”, but he said, “I am lame”

Today, I saw a mysterious thing
So shocking I have no words to say
I saw the black man dressed like a king
But standing like the lost by the highway
He huddles in a cage that had no gate
He could see where the keys to his chains were kept
He stood in clamps but they had no weight
“Why are you here?”- He said, “I am trapped”

Today, I saw a mysterious thing
Oh! How can I tell such a horrible story
I saw the black man dressed like a king
But he was sharing a sleeping mat with poverty
His poverty was a fat man with a bulging stomach
Lying on his back, beside a pot full of treasure
This knowledge was all he seemed to lack:
That he could get up and make his own future

——



THE ROADS ARE BROKEN
Dike Chukwumerije

The water does not run
When you twist the tap
But my face shines like the sun

The teacher does not come
When you go to school
But my soul is still winsome

I haven’t stopped laughing
Even when the police
Ask for a bribe or keep me in prison

I haven’t stopped living
Even when politicians
Give me nothing to believe in

Do not mistake me
For things around me
For all the things ruined around me

The roads are broken
But not my heart
It is not my mind that is broken

—————–
muganda
#86 Posted : Wednesday, December 27, 2017 8:15:09 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
We live in deeds . . .
Philip James Bailey

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
—In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
—Who thinks most—feels the noblest—acts the best.

And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
— Lives in one hour more than in years do some — Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end,
Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.
The dead have all the glory of the world.

muganda
#87 Posted : Tuesday, January 02, 2018 12:25:07 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
And God Said, "NO."
Claudia Minden Welsz

I asked God to take away my pride,
And God said, "No."
He said it was not for Him to take away,
But for me to give up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole,
And God said, "No."
He said her spirit is whole.
Her body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience,
And God said, "No."
He said patience is a by-product of tribulation.
It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness,
And God said, "No."
He said He gives blessings,
Happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain,
And God said, "No."
He said, "Suffering draws you apart from
worldly cares and brings you closer to Me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow,
And God said, "No."
He said I must grow on my own,
But he will prune me to make it fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
And God said, "No".
He said He will give me life,
so that I may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me love others
As much as He loves me,
And God said,
"Ahh finally, you have the idea."




Obedience
George MacDonald

I said: “Let me walk in the fields.”
He said: “No, walk in the town.”
I said: “There are no flowers there.”
He said: “No flowers, but a crown.”

I said: “But the skies are black;
There is nothing but noise and din.”
And He wept as He sent me back –
“There is more,” He said; “there is sin.”

I said: “But the air is thick,
And fogs are veiling the sun.”
He answered: “Yet souls are sick,
And souls in the dark undone!”

I said: “I shall miss the light,
And friends will miss me, they say.”
He answered: “Choose tonight
If I am to miss you or they.”

I pleaded for time to be given.
He said: “Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem so hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of your Guide.”

I cast one look at the fields,
Then set my face to the town;
He said, “My child, do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for the crown?”

Then into His hand went mine;
And into my heart came He;
And I walk in a light divine,
The path I had feared to see.

Wakanyugi
#88 Posted : Wednesday, March 21, 2018 6:21:14 PM
Rank: Veteran


Joined: 7/3/2007
Posts: 1,566

You will be what you will to be;
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word, "environment,"
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time, it conquers space;
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance,
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown, and fill a servant's place.

The human Will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

[As a Man Thinketh: James Allen]
"The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." (Niels Bohr)
Mukiri
#89 Posted : Wednesday, March 21, 2018 7:45:53 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 7/11/2012
Posts: 5,209
muganda wrote:
And God Said, "NO."
Claudia Minden Welsz

I asked God to take away my pride,
And God said, "No."
He said it was not for Him to take away,
But for me to give up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole,
And God said, "No."
He said her spirit is whole.
Her body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience,
And God said, "No."
He said patience is a by-product of tribulation.
It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness,
And God said, "No."
He said He gives blessings,
Happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain,
And God said, "No."
He said, "Suffering draws you apart from
worldly cares and brings you closer to Me."

I asked God to make my spirit grow,
And God said, "No."
He said I must grow on my own,
But he will prune me to make it fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
And God said, "No".
He said He will give me life,
so that I may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me love others
As much as He loves me,
And God said,
"Ahh finally, you have the idea."


Nice

Proverbs 19:21
muganda
#90 Posted : Wednesday, June 19, 2019 6:22:26 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
muganda
#91 Posted : Thursday, July 04, 2019 3:57:28 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
Yliett
#92 Posted : Wednesday, July 17, 2019 1:54:27 PM
Rank: New-farer


Joined: 12/23/2018
Posts: 38
Location: germany
Metaphysical poetry is a very interesting concept for me. The best example is the poem "The Flea," in which John Donne uses a metaphysical conceit between a simple flea and the complexities of young romance to develop the narrator's argument for a young woman to forfeit her chastity
muganda
#93 Posted : Friday, August 02, 2019 2:11:28 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
They Went Home
Maya Angelou


They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.

They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.

My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...




Lolest!
#94 Posted : Sunday, September 29, 2019 6:18:37 PM
Rank: Elder


Joined: 3/18/2011
Posts: 11,734
Location: Kianjokoma
Had never really taken note of the sweet poetry in this song by Elvis Presley
Quote:
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day?
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads, and look the other way?

Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And as her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Laughing out loudly smile Applause d'oh! Sad Drool Liar Shame on you Pray
newfarer
#95 Posted : Sunday, September 29, 2019 7:32:16 PM
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Joined: 3/19/2010
Posts: 3,296
Location: Uganda
this thread has always been awesome.. bring it on
punda amecheka
muganda
#96 Posted : Monday, October 07, 2019 2:13:53 PM
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Joined: 9/15/2006
Posts: 3,864
I Wish you Bad Luck!
Chief Justice John G. Roberts, 2017


From time to time in the years to come,
I hope you will be treated unfairly,
so that you will come to know the value of justice.

I hope that you will suffer betrayal,
because that will teach you the importance of loyalty.

Sorry to say, but I hope you will be lonely from time to time,
so that you don’t take friends for granted.

I wish you bad luck, again from time to time,
so that you will be conscious of the role of chance in life,
and understand that your success is not completely deserved,
and that the failure of others is not completely deserved either.

And when you lose, as you will from time to time,
I hope every now and then your opponent will gloat over your failure;
it is a way for you to understand the importance of sportsmanship.

I hope you’ll be ignored,
so you know the importance of listening to others,
and I hope you will have just enough pain to learn compassion.

Whether I wish these things or not they’re going to happen.
And whether you benefit from them or not will depend upon your ability to see the message in your misfortunes.





Forever Young
Bob Dylan


May God bless you and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
And may you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay forever young
freiks
#97 Posted : Tuesday, October 08, 2019 12:32:55 PM
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Joined: 6/8/2010
Posts: 1,694
There is a new budding poet who happens to be a banker and has produced his first poetry work called "No Longer Stunted" a second one in works. He combines the normal kenyan life in his works and its quite satirical. Available in major book stores around nairobi

https://www.nation.co.ke...76746-ulyio2z/index.html
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