Ever so slightly, sweet
Ever so gently, lure
In crimson red
Passion’s tender hue
I bathe,
Basking,
Dipping ,
Ever so slightly, sweet
Ever so gently, dear…
The breeze sighs a dove’s coo
The leaves, rustling-
A gentle tambourine, humming
Through waving blades of grass
As birds meet bees
Here, betwixt the sprawling fields
I lift my head to scout the horizon
And scan the stretching green beneath our lair-
All peace
All silent
Only the bats urge on:
The grass may wave again…
Ever so slightly, dear
I lift her apple shaped trunk
Capped firmly in yearning palms-
The lings nestle in their nest above.
© 2008
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Naturus dos scriptus
Words begin to paint
Letters bustling to place
Wheat’s stalk in grain-
His blue berry spirit walk
Hearts faint in paint
Letters bleeding faint
The paper her canvass-
Verse spewed atext
Lost in their silence
Wrists sprout with verse
Canto in tango
Doggerel in dogma
Nerves ooze with words
Hearts pumping ink
Black dye’s eye
Felt one with self
How is it their palms verse,
When sorrow’s flour
The dough of my hearse
No cake shall bake?
Wheat’s grain in stalk
Canvass brought to light
Words creeping
Panting
Slanting-
Quill’s last drop
Felt breaks from self
I watch in quiet
A curtain’s closing rise;
© 2008
Letters bustling to place
Wheat’s stalk in grain-
His blue berry spirit walk
Hearts faint in paint
Letters bleeding faint
The paper her canvass-
Verse spewed atext
Lost in their silence
Wrists sprout with verse
Canto in tango
Doggerel in dogma
Nerves ooze with words
Hearts pumping ink
Black dye’s eye
Felt one with self
How is it their palms verse,
When sorrow’s flour
The dough of my hearse
No cake shall bake?
Wheat’s grain in stalk
Canvass brought to light
Words creeping
Panting
Slanting-
Quill’s last drop
Felt breaks from self
I watch in quiet
A curtain’s closing rise;
© 2008
My Song of Lamentation
Lord O! dear Lord!
Here I lie wearied and tired,
An aura of sorrow encircles me,
Shackles and chains tied round me-
Chains of worldly pleasure
Chains of worldly treasure
Such scum, more worthless that a winter rain,
As futile as seeds that fall on rocky ground
Behold O! dear Lord,
Tears dashing down my eyes
Like meandering streams down the mountain,
My heart throbbing against my chest
Gasping like a soldier who’s escaped
From the battlefield
Listen O! dear Lord
Open your ears O! mighty Lord
To the cries of your once faithful servant
To the dirges and lamentations
Of your former servant
Listen O! mighty King- King of the Universe
And the earth
Listen O! mercy Lord,
To the pleas of the wandering soul
Enthralled by the bandage of wickedness
Hither, I open my contrite heart wide-
The door of my heart is ajar
There is no need for you to knock
Because I deeply need you to enter
Enter O! dear mighty prince-
Prince of the light doth shine
In the world full of iniquities
Come in O! dear lamb of peace
Lo! O! dear wonder of wonders
A high table well laid for you
Come in so as we dine together,
So that the chambers of my heart
Are cleansed free of transgressions,
Come in so that the glory of
Your salvation is restored in my ear!!
Denis Bogere
© 2003
Here I lie wearied and tired,
An aura of sorrow encircles me,
Shackles and chains tied round me-
Chains of worldly pleasure
Chains of worldly treasure
Such scum, more worthless that a winter rain,
As futile as seeds that fall on rocky ground
Behold O! dear Lord,
Tears dashing down my eyes
Like meandering streams down the mountain,
My heart throbbing against my chest
Gasping like a soldier who’s escaped
From the battlefield
Listen O! dear Lord
Open your ears O! mighty Lord
To the cries of your once faithful servant
To the dirges and lamentations
Of your former servant
Listen O! mighty King- King of the Universe
And the earth
Listen O! mercy Lord,
To the pleas of the wandering soul
Enthralled by the bandage of wickedness
Hither, I open my contrite heart wide-
The door of my heart is ajar
There is no need for you to knock
Because I deeply need you to enter
Enter O! dear mighty prince-
Prince of the light doth shine
In the world full of iniquities
Come in O! dear lamb of peace
Lo! O! dear wonder of wonders
A high table well laid for you
Come in so as we dine together,
So that the chambers of my heart
Are cleansed free of transgressions,
Come in so that the glory of
Your salvation is restored in my ear!!
Denis Bogere
© 2003
Brother You Went
You went away with warm gourds of honey
And calabashes of frothing beer-
And knots of sweet nuts and fruits
And pockets bulging with freshly roasted coffee beans
Brother, you went
With the blessings of the elders
You went with all the goodwill of your people
Wishing you well
Where you sought adventure
Brother you are back
With the sickening bottle
Of bad liquor-
That evil smelling poison
Brother, you are dangerous
You’re back with a big dagger
What are you going to use it for, eh?
You know we are vegetarians
Are you going to hunt your own people?
Why the riffle?
Brother don’t be rude,
Bend your gaze before the elders
Don’t shout, don’t interrupt…
Don’t fight me brother, I am trying to help
Brother, do want the tribe
To curse you
You?
By Ngabire Emmanuel
© 2002
And calabashes of frothing beer-
And knots of sweet nuts and fruits
And pockets bulging with freshly roasted coffee beans
Brother, you went
With the blessings of the elders
You went with all the goodwill of your people
Wishing you well
Where you sought adventure
Brother you are back
With the sickening bottle
Of bad liquor-
That evil smelling poison
Brother, you are dangerous
You’re back with a big dagger
What are you going to use it for, eh?
You know we are vegetarians
Are you going to hunt your own people?
Why the riffle?
Brother don’t be rude,
Bend your gaze before the elders
Don’t shout, don’t interrupt…
Don’t fight me brother, I am trying to help
Brother, do want the tribe
To curse you
You?
By Ngabire Emmanuel
© 2002
We Shall Rise
The land stretches for miles
Like a roving sky without limit
The hills bow in respect
To the gallant scions of this noble land
As they make for farms to till
For years we have lived in quiet
Burdened with the shame of our humiliation
We of the valiant hue
Sons of sol
And daughters of the moon
Crowned with the crest of Rwenzori
Draped with the splendor of the Sipi
We shall rise
We who once ruled these plains
And tamed the beasts of the green
We shall rise
For the sons of men fathers have woke
© 2007
Like a roving sky without limit
The hills bow in respect
To the gallant scions of this noble land
As they make for farms to till
For years we have lived in quiet
Burdened with the shame of our humiliation
We of the valiant hue
Sons of sol
And daughters of the moon
Crowned with the crest of Rwenzori
Draped with the splendor of the Sipi
We shall rise
We who once ruled these plains
And tamed the beasts of the green
We shall rise
For the sons of men fathers have woke
© 2007
The Fellowship
In this fellowship of brotherhood
We sit
We sit together
Sons of many soils
Celebrative of pains and toils
Gathered round the great big pot
sharing
taking
Taking of the spirit of our fathers
Embracing the voice of Mother
Centuries of tradition burette through tubes
- the brew of unity
binder of men and women
bringer of peace and laughter
tamer of feuds and wars
In that moment
We are teleported from this world
Placed in commune with our history
The one which was not written for us
“Mama Tabu”, the Chair calls,,, “AKIPI”
The fellowship is sat….
© 2007
We sit
We sit together
Sons of many soils
Celebrative of pains and toils
Gathered round the great big pot
sharing
taking
Taking of the spirit of our fathers
Embracing the voice of Mother
Centuries of tradition burette through tubes
- the brew of unity
binder of men and women
bringer of peace and laughter
tamer of feuds and wars
In that moment
We are teleported from this world
Placed in commune with our history
The one which was not written for us
“Mama Tabu”, the Chair calls,,, “AKIPI”
The fellowship is sat….
© 2007
When The Drums Sing
High up in the sky-
Above the cotton-white clouds
of the gallant African sky,
A new sound drums through the firmament.
The thunders bellow a new chant
as the sun climbs swiftly over the golden brown plains
From the four points of the lofty North Star
A new wind whistles through the air,
Seething through the age old leaves
Of the ancient mythical baobab.
Its breast explodes with resounding roar
Shaking the Earth with its mighty thud
As the gentle hums of Mother call
The springs that birthed the oceans and seas
Bursts forth with life anew
Robbed of their pride once they were
But now the drums of their fathers call
In the deepest crest of the African earth
An ancient drum yells
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
The children will rise
And quench the fury of the silent ancestors
© 2006
Above the cotton-white clouds
of the gallant African sky,
A new sound drums through the firmament.
The thunders bellow a new chant
as the sun climbs swiftly over the golden brown plains
From the four points of the lofty North Star
A new wind whistles through the air,
Seething through the age old leaves
Of the ancient mythical baobab.
Its breast explodes with resounding roar
Shaking the Earth with its mighty thud
As the gentle hums of Mother call
The springs that birthed the oceans and seas
Bursts forth with life anew
Robbed of their pride once they were
But now the drums of their fathers call
In the deepest crest of the African earth
An ancient drum yells
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
The children will rise
And quench the fury of the silent ancestors
© 2006
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