SPLENDORS OF DAWN POETRY FOUNDATION
2013 INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE POEMS
TITLE: I AM A CHERUB
I am cherub.
A winged child of peace. A
new seed. A voice. A footprint.Sowing
seeds of peace deep within.
Peace, that I be free.
Peace that you be
free.
Peace that
the world be free.
TITLE: COLOURS OF HEAVEN
Above the unpurged
colours of heaven,we
heard the peace song boom like sun-beams,
spreading calm to drunken beats, and a dance beyond the barns.
TITLE: PEACE ASLEEP
Peace
has walked into sleep dauntless.Every shots, shouts and shame stab the dawn. In the drunken heart there is much foul data.The
vain, vanquished and vandals cross old souls to purge our steps dead,as the mother of pain finds a nest.
TITLE:
WHO ARE YOU PEACE?
Who
are you?Who
are you peace? Gloriously incomplete.The
sky has not vanished like clouds, yet all
path make the path where the sun and moon walk off each other.Broken trees, broken streams and broken birds,sit on pews here and there, singing to no one.Through the trenches. In the trenches season
after season our
arms have nothing left.
Our
minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
Pilgrims
in just about everything sang to no one.We saw
tomorrow go into it with fire. Fear
kept mosquitoes indoors aged and dreary.Everything,
everyone, and everywhere flee from truth and beauty, row by row, round by round,
it rains heavy fire.With being becoming being, we heard the souls voice back and forth. Our minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
Our
feet were as old as the sky when chaos walked into wrath.Our eyes listened to soaring sounds sucking
just about everything,
everyone and everywhere flee from truth and beauty, Tomorrow
came frozen row by row, round by round, it rains heavy fire. Brilliant
anthills, walk past all plummet’s sound harmoniously. Yet a silent thunder
burst. Souls with minds pregnant like the world drowned. Drown in being like
clouds. Their scent blooms with flowers. Our
minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
The
trains ran fast and left smiles behind. All path match to fit all steps
to heaven, where angels talk. A sacred whole.Who could with them? Where is
the part? Where is the whole? What a hot wind embracing us.When the dawn comes, who may
own it?
Some of the Spoken-word/Performance
poetry by Young Splendors at Accra Mall
on 21/09/2013. Poems
written by: Ayo Ayoola-Amale esq.Muse
of Poetic Harmony in Africa.
Copyright2013 Splendors of Dawn.
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