Tribute Poems
Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
......
Amazing Grace!
by Adelana Victor
If only I had known the last time I saw you was going to be my last,
I would have hugged and held onto you so tightly,
Not even the Grim Reaper would have been able to rip you from my grip.
If only I could see you smile once more,
I would immortalize it in a photograph,
And hang it in the hallway of Eternity.
During the short time I knew you,
You put more smiles on my face
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قالوا الدروز - Poem by
by مارون عبود
قالوا الدروز فقلت جيل معرق
العقل دين والوفاء الموثقُ
والصدق شرعتهم فإن عاهدتهم
بروا وإن نطقوا بأمر يصدقوا
خلق الأسود متى يمس حماهم
وسخاء حاتم طيء إن يطرقوا
تمت مروءتهم فإن ناديتهم
طاروا إليك عصائبا تتدفق
ربضوا بباب الشرق خير ضراغم
تحمي العرين فأين منه الأبلقُ
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Roots (For Alex Haley)
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
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لو أنكر الدهر أنكم عرب - Poem by إلياس ف
by إلياس فرحات
آيـاتُكـم يـا أكـارمَ العــــــــــــــربِ
تبعث فـي النفس نشــــــــــــــوةَ الطربِ
مـا دام لطفُ الـحديثِ مـنـتشـــــــــــراً
مـا حـاجةُ النـاسِ بـابنةِ العـنـــــــــب
رُدّوا القنـانـي إلى مخـابئهــــــــــــا
واجلـوا عـلـيـنـا عــــــــــرائسَ الأدب
أبكـارَ وحـيٍ يكـاد عـاشقُهــــــــــــــا
يرقى بأحـلامه إلى الشُّهــــــــــــــــب
تهفـو إلـيـهـا النفـوسُ هـــــــــــاربةً
إلى نعـيـم الـمـنى مـن اللهـــــــــــب
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Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
......
David
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Michelangelo’s David . . .
Hmm!
I call it, reverently,
The Colossus of Florence.
It never tires of standing
Proudly, unshod and unashamed,
Like a discus-throwing naked prince of Greece,
Olympian and sturdy,
A true Adonis,
Showing off his small, gentle, rested penis
......
To the Piano Player
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
O’ fingers so blessed and anointed,
how gentle, how feeble
are you on the teeth of the piano —,
the soft voice of elevated sound,
the scent of music wafting
through mute-listening clouds
and to the chords of the soul!
The essence of all this is to light up
the dark caverns of a distressed Testament.
The life of the piano player rests on the golden
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For John Lennon
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At Penny Lane,
among Strawberry Fields,
which swished in global excitement
and superbly choreographed words,
came a voice deep and long —
a voice we will hear time after time —
the voice of John
a protest of Lennon.
Africa
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Africa,
I reconcile your genius with nostalgia,
perfervidity and relic lust;
your age with the whiteness
of a virgin void of earliness;
and your life with the tenderness
of the yolk of God.
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