Rural life Poems

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Bat Song
by Ghairo Daniels

BAT SONG

(This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortunately was not performed on stage, but the young teenage group had great fun practicing the drama-song.)

[TWO CHORUSES]

She tried to fly
was too blind
Up she went, fell, fell
flapping webbed wings

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Pižun
by Nastasimir Franović

Sjedin ja nadvor pred kućon na pižun.
Žena mi je naredila ručak fin i evo sve na taulin
U ruku držin malo žučenice na pirun.
U pjat pred sobom gledam u brašno prigani širun.
U botilju vina i čašu što prisipljen.
Od težačkog rada dosta sam bio strpljen!
Moran se malo refat!
Treba mi opet u polje argat.
A mog'o bi komat na koćetu i zaspat'.
Doma san nijesan na kontrat.

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Testimony
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.

I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,

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Recent Rural life Poems
Bat Song
by Ghairo Daniels

BAT SONG

(This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortunately was not performed on stage, but the young teenage group had great fun practicing the drama-song.)

[TWO CHORUSES]

She tried to fly
was too blind
Up she went, fell, fell
flapping webbed wings

......

Continue reading
Testimony
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.

I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,

......

Continue reading
Pižun
by Nastasimir Franović

Sjedin ja nadvor pred kućon na pižun.
Žena mi je naredila ručak fin i evo sve na taulin
U ruku držin malo žučenice na pirun.
U pjat pred sobom gledam u brašno prigani širun.
U botilju vina i čašu što prisipljen.
Od težačkog rada dosta sam bio strpljen!
Moran se malo refat!
Treba mi opet u polje argat.
A mog'o bi komat na koćetu i zaspat'.
Doma san nijesan na kontrat.

......

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