User talk:Chimehilary

AFRICA

(to africans in diaspora)

africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an ancient culture the culture of your timid tribes.

its your voice i hear africa your voice of the talking drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crier

i have come to see your music dance i have heard of your ageless minstrels have i not heard of your swinging hips! i have heard enough and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africa

africa here i come africa would you not show me to your tribes the timid tribes of your sweetened tongues the varied tongues of your virtuous men

africa, black soul africa tell me about your gods your gods of the sky and of the mother earth your gods of the hills and of the rivers abound

show me to your kings africa your kings of the ancient dynasty the ancient dynasty of rusted spear and shield africa, here i come africa

HEAVENLY GUEST

heavenly guest heralding thunderously in its own awake pelting on men as well, the gods gathering itself drop by drop.

as rivulets you flow passing on slopes abound downward, it's rhythm goes - romancing all corners cutting out its lonely paths along our farmstead's.

beside your gathered pools we stand with tears of joy naked we danced we played making mounds of wetted soil splashing little you, unto us

seasonally guest you have grown - at length, in breath, we are in you you in us

CONCEPTION

My father, out of your seeds emerged i, millions of us swarm across the eggling waters looking for her, that harbours and, i the chosen morphed into fluids ...the races of life began at conception

dear mother, days stumbled into months egglings, from your womb harboured me and the fluids formed into being enshrouded in you, body and soul; eating and sucking all day long ...this, is the making of me

...DETENTION

distanced we sat, barred from spoken words masked, our lives became one volume of thoughts race our troubled minds ideas, morphed into forms flow among us

...unspoken, we had said volumes neither by mouth nor scribbles of our dried fountains we have rocked minds; and shared unchained thoughts ... who can seal or hold in captive a troubled mind

DRAUGHT

tensed we watched as our fathers before us, has done we watched as dawn streaks across the neighing sky another day has come with it, hope that lingers

we watched as the crops, whither as the herds stifle by the river beds we saw the cracks all around us and, the sun scorched harshly upon us

we watched as the skies refuse to fall its tears and to succor our parching thirst the field has broken, in piece! threatening, to welcome our weakening bones

MAN

i appreciate adore praise envy the habitats called man

i worship sanctified consecrate glorify God, that created man

i'm disappointed betrayed disgusted dismayed in the very nature of man

poems by Chime, Hilary Uchenna