Community Poems
"A World We Finally Recognise"
by Gloria Molina
I look around and behold
A world I recognise no more,
Where power, selfishness and wealth
Are more important than public health,
Where bombs, grenades and explosion
Overpower peace, freedom and emotion.
It's a world ruled by inequalities and despair,
Where no one knows the meaning of prayer.
And now, tell me: who can help
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Rosemary's Wedding
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
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Upon the Kyneton hotel
by Noah Trist
The beauty of Victoria lies here
How busy a person must be to miss this delight
A homely strong structure for you and me
Wearing Kyneton like a vest
Sitting delicately on a beating chest
Stools and tables giving height to empty glasses
Welcoming all, from the elegant to the classless
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Rhythms of the Jungle
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Out of the depths, throbs.
Flutes make the flutists, and pachyderms
Skin our ancestral drums.
A panther-leap and gazelle-sway dance
Caress our restless feet.
Our young-and-old hearts palpitate
With the eloquence of incensed orators.
Frenzy falls like weeping rain upon us,
Charming our hearts with the melody of
Esoteric chants.
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The Festival of African Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
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Rosemary's Wedding
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
......
The Festival of African Rain
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
......
Rhythms of the Jungle
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Out of the depths, throbs.
Flutes make the flutists, and pachyderms
Skin our ancestral drums.
A panther-leap and gazelle-sway dance
Caress our restless feet.
Our young-and-old hearts palpitate
With the eloquence of incensed orators.
Frenzy falls like weeping rain upon us,
Charming our hearts with the melody of
Esoteric chants.
......
Nature Walk, Nature Talk
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
Like black, diamond nights come in sequence, with glittering enlightenments.
I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, serving justice and enforcing eternal law,
Like moonlit streets of reddest sunset, where white lily can say what she saw.
I was often seen outdoors on foot, walking beneath singing trees of my beat,
Monitoring the urban community, as golden yesterday time deemed obsolete.
Friends were featured in fading Fridays, as the vivid hued town saw us again,
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Spreading Happiness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Speaking only kind, constructive words about others,
Prioritizing peace among earth's sisters and brothers,
Remembering green practices, essential to our lives,
Easy as the benign habits, of honeybees in gilt hives.
Always eager to give more than likely to be received,
Devotedly loyal to a loving God, who's never deceived,
Indelibly making being good neighbors a huge priority.
Nurturing friendships helps create a friendly majority.
Generating sunny smiles, giving generously to charity.
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